A classic case of cat and orchid love.

Seen on today's sunny Sunday stroll.

Mr. and Mrs. Missing.

Two more days to go. Two more days of missing. Grand fuck!

Snowwhite.

Still not back on the road. Is it any wonder with those late August days easily being mistaken as November? Speaking of November, I wore a a big bowed turtle-neck sweater yesterday. Warm and cosy and white. As white as a perfect winter should be.

Jumper: H&M, Viktor&Rolf edition.

Underneath: some leisure pants. Lalalalala.

Summer flu fashion.

Reason for no outfit posts at all: I caught the flu and have to rest in bed these days. And that's what it looks like.





Pillow cases: IKEA.
Corduroy bed linen: can't remember.
Pyjama pants: H&M.
Camisole with roses: from a little Berlin store.

Long distance call.

700 km apart. A web cam is a compromise of communication. A rather bad compromise compared to face-to-face and lips-to-lips communication though.

Rewind.

Back to last weekend's pleasures. Please. Just then: Love. Beer. Sugar. Just now: Sick unto death. In Hamburg.

Augustiner. Hofgarten. Munich. Yes. We drank.Scandalous truffles chocolates. Yes. We ate.

Like from a Bavarian novelette.

Love. At Starnberger See.



Dress and shoes: Vintage, eBay.

I'm a rascal.

Me, unusually boyish, and my after-work beer.



Rugby shirt: Canterbury of Newzealand.
Pants: H&M.
Oxfords: Vintage, eBay.

Being in love makes me bake with love.

I realize that posting outfits has recently become secondary here. And I know the reason why. Priorities are shifting because I'm in love. Pardon me.

Wiener dog.

Could be there's going to be one soon. I wish, wish, wish.

Couples.

Last Saturday. Christopher Street Day in Hamburg.

That's not a pyjama.

But yesterday's outfit. I had the perfectperfect weekend. Perfectperfect because the last one was perfect and this one was even better. Might be that the next one turns out to be perfectperfectperfect. And the one after that perfectperfectperfectperfect. Perfectperfectperfectperfectperfectperfect, isn't it?

What about your leisure time, girls and boys?


Shirt: rosemunde.
Bloomers: Vintage, eBay.

Badbadbad Cinderella.

Ouch. I had far too many glasses of champagne yesterday night. And problems to retrace what happened when I woke up: with the telephone on my face, fully dressed, bruises everywhere, without a blanket, the light switched on. And a bowl of noodles next to me.

Completely messed up I even forgot to change shoes. And left home with my white yachting rubber beach-slide house shoes. I feel like a pool attendant today.

Well, what happened? I was told that I had thrown my shoes down the roof – into a tree. And some more: glasses, plates and other stuff. I ate raw sausages and nearly fell off the roof when dancing. Oh my...

But it's getting better. Mr. Postman is my prince today: I received a parcel with the cutest pale pink slippers there are.


Body: American Apparel.
Shorts: Vintge, ex boyfriend's.
Beach-slides: local drugstore.
Slippers: Etsy.