Missus Bounty Basket

Shopping is an activity I have long- forgotten. Zara or H & M no longer exist in my vocabulary. This is why having friends come in so handy. They are genuinely eager to help. Only a Messenger away, they virtually accompanied me in my expedition to this long ignored adventure. Don't I trust my own judgement? Perhaps. Being conservative in some aspects, I always choose practicality and comfort. However my friends add an exciting ingredients to this exploit. They are the Desigual to my Benetton kind of thinking and the Vivienne  Westwood to my DKNY. And yes folks, I need their opinion on a Monday afternoon. So after, several photos and a group conversation, I finally headed out of the shop. Thankful of the wintry air on my face.Glad that we can all go back to our normal lives.

Growing up, my free time was spent  making paper dolls and I was in awe of my Itay(father) who would draw women's faces with hair in a bun. I would copy him, tried to draw that pointed nose and well proportioned face. In vain. So my paper dolls wouldn't be as beautifully drawn like my father's. Nevertheless, my paper dolls and I have gone places, shared secrets and were inseparable. Then, I eventually forgot about making paper dolls. Blame it to growing up but the love for crafting remains. Lately that childish afternoon happiness, though deeply embedded in my being, was slowly trying to emerge. It seems that we have unfinished business or something. So I letting it resurface. Slowly but surely strengthening it. No more self-consciousness. Feeding it now with more love and attention. I bet we'll go places again and meet lots of wonderful being. Can't wait to spread love and good vibes.