It is safe to say that skinny ripped ankle jeans and white converse sneakers are my most important basics this time of year. Combined with some knitwear or a white blouse it is perfect for the first sunny – but still quite chilly – days. The beauty of it, is that it’s simple, yet stylish and just as pricy as your budget allows it to be. A pair of jeans and white sneakers are so easy to mix and match with other items in your wardrobe. An investment that pays off!
I like to combine them with some silver details to give it a more elegant twist. My favorite to give it that extra sometin’ sometin’? Midi and first knuckle rings! With this simple look, I love small, dainty and detail-oriented pieces (except for statement necklaces. I love statement necklaces! ) So start stacking those rings! I prefer them very thin and simple and I found just what I was looking for on Asos. It came as a set of 16 rings in 4 different sizes and they are absolutely perfect! Don’t you agree?
As you can see, pastel nail polish is a must for me this spring. It adds a soft touch to the outfit and … I just love pastel nail polish! Be prepared, you will be seeing me rocking this look more than once!
By the way: Happy Easter Everyone!
I was wearing
Asos Ring Set
Shellac ‘Mint Convertible’ Nailpolish
Pictures by Max
Mister Lovah Lovah turned 22 yesterday and oh boy, was it lovely!
I wanted to surprise him with a picnic between the blossoming trees. One problem: the weather was forecast to be a spoil sport. Nonetheless, I decided that the show should go on and took my chances. But on the morning of April 14th (Le Boyfriend’s birthday), I started fearing we would end up soaked on our romantic picnic. But hey, seen The Notebook? Anyone? Rain can be super romantic. So again, I decided to go on with my plan. Brave, with two umbrellas in my picnic basket, I was ready to face up to the wind and rain. But Daddy Dear, who looked at his little girl ready for her journey, decided that he should come to the rescue (and isn’t that what daddies do best?). So he took our giant parasol, stuffed it in the car and drove me to my picnic spot of choice. Once he drove off I sat there. Lonely, in the rain, with my giant parasol. For about 10 minutes. Then the odds turned in my favour! The sun made an appearance and I was even able to sunbathe until Le Boyfriend arrived. Lees verder
Last week, I went shopping in Brussels with my grandmother. After spending some money on the ‘Boulevard de Waterloo’, we ended up at the Nespresso shop. At first we were a little lost. It was coffee everywhere (*duuh!*). We wandered around between the coffee machines, looking for the most suitable piece of equipment. Until we discovered the second floor, and this magical place is where our real trip began. Before I go on, you should know I myself am already a Nespresso adherent . But my grandmother, not quite so convinced, just wanted to ‘look around’. Well I should also tell you: that escalated quickly. But we will get back to that later.
So once upstairs we were immediately drawn to the amazing scent of coffee (a.k.a. my favorite drug). And it kept on getting better: we could not only smell, but also sample our coffee of choice. High on roasted coffee beans my grandmother embedded herself in one of the seats and went somewhat crazy. She was determined to buy this masterly device! Honestly, how could we not? We were being treated like royals! Even though this royal was wearing a new pair of ripped jeans with holes that, tragically, seemed to expand every five minutes (since this is not really my style, I decided to return them. But that is another story!). So I felt a little out of place among all these suited up people. A friendly bilingual (highly appreciated in Belgium!) young gentleman helped us and dear old granny ended up buying a Nespresso coffee machine and no less than 60 coffee capsules. All this while the rips in my jeans kept expanding by the way. I would have been scared to end up with no pants at all, but this royal treatment made me hopeful that this place would even have a solution for customers who ended up pantless (yes, that amount of royalness)! Ultimately, even I did not go home empty-handed: the fine gentleman – who assured me that it was not protocol – gave me two cups of the new flavors (Cauca and Santander) to try at home. Thanks again kind stranger (wild guess: Eduardo? No? That is the name I will remember you by anyway.)
Tired but satisfied we were ready for our journey home, with bag and baggage. The sun was shining, life was good. Still on our royal high, we let the escalator take us to the underground subway station. Where we, sadly, went back to reality as we were josteled by the crowd.
The Nespresso experience briefly worded: Yes, I could live there … with my new husband George Clooney.