First unboxing video ♥

Huge unboxing video. Hope you'll enjoy it.
I finnaly got my fancy melody... that was a great moment of my lolita-life.

One more time... ♪

I may have pursued my overbuying trip. 

Don't you worry, I'm on my way to rehab, as I just grabbed a bolero, to match my upcomming fancy melody coord. I still don't have any news concerning one of my packages, the one filled with shoes, assorted to dreaming macaron skirt and red AP bag. I start to get worried... What if it never shows up?

Anyway, a new princess-y piece is on it's way home. I really needed a pink top...

You can still check my waiting list, on blog pages here


I should take time for myself to think about what do I really need. And stop buying useless frills. Even is Ap is never useless. 

(I tend to think that's the one I ordered, missing front bow.) 

Paris I love you

Paris. My birth town.
My tour Eiffel, my Moulin Rouge, and all those little things I used to say while going back home, seating at the back of my grand prent's car.

Paris, I love you. You, the most beautiful and outstanding place on earth.

I am not used to post that kind of topical post, on a blog that is not politically oriented, on a place meant to express joy and be fun.

But my hometown is bleeding. All those deaths. People wanted to have fun.

I can't stop crying, looking at those joy-filled faces, belonging to the ones who lost their lives.


I know it's not a good tribute. Not original. Not even an interresting post.
But please, Paris, listen to my anger. My voice. My aching soul.

Paris, I love you. You, the owner of my heart.

Bang my bangles

You got the dresses. You got the rings. Now, let's introduce my ultimate passion: bangles.

Yeah, they are cheap. Nope, not elegant. Worst, bf (or mom) always think they are your lil sis'.

And among everything: I FU***** LOVE 'EM.

 

 

What are your thougts about those... Erm... Let's say "youth reminders"?