90S ARE BACK

The 90s were not perhaps the best decade for fashion, it just remembers the looks of Gery Emma Mel and company .. the 90's ... but how every decade that respects are back in vogue .. and fortunately it wants only The "best" and much is revisited .. I did a research, between old magazines, google and other people's opinions and the result was this:

TOP CROP : top shorts, colorful, short sleeves, with braces, with shoulders outside ..

MOM JEANS: the 80's jeans, which used our moms, high waist, revisited with a laugh, I remember when I was wearing them at Beverly Hills 90210 actresses.

little dresses: in the 90's, they were the must have par excellence, it was nice to wear them with a white or black tshirt under .. and these I think are the true must return of fashion this year ..

DENIM OVERALLS: Denim overalls were born long before the 90's, they had a boom in the 70's ... and then they went back to fashion in the 90's, they had a real success ... and in fact their practicality made them comfortable too to wear..

MAXI SKIRT: The maxi skirt had a mega success in the nineties, I had a green velvet bottle, and one of jeans, really beautiful when worn with t-shirts

COLLAR NECKLACES: I had fifty of all colors of elastic plastic, velvet, red yellow black reds, all sorts of my obsession .. and it's nice to see they are back ..

TIC TAC.. BIRTHDAY IS ARRIVING..

Countdown for my birthday started, in a month from now, the lifeboat will mark 31, 31 years, a year more, the baggage of life ever fuller, a year less, to meet one of the My biggest dreams, maternity .. one of the benefits of becoming an adult is to understand the things you want, the things that you want, and that you do not want .. and besides wanting to turn the world, the only one My unfulfilled desire is that of maternity .. that on the arrival of birthday is increasing more and more ... maybe because at every birthday I feel the passage of time .. and the available time decreasing , Tic tac, my friend, really exists, and you always hear it on the day of birthday, because that day is used to remind you that hey .. you set a date, the 35 years come close .. and if nobody comes? And if then when will the time come, there will be no chance? If it does not come to us? And restarts the tic-tac .
But fear begins with fear, a failure almost prescribed. Because I already wear the bankruptcy sign on my shoulders for never being fiancée .. and now that I already have eyes pointed at to understand what I'm going to do (as if I had 80 years old) the idea that another year is passing on my shoulders .. it makes me afraid .. when people ask me how do I look at 40 years .. I start to select the possible answers and not vulgar .. and the " The only thing I can say is ... not here! So now I will live, these 31 days, with the anxiety of what they will ask me? What will I think? And I love it when I can fly away so I do not have to hear anyone saying greeting me you're getting old ..

LOVE..

Last night, I asked a question .. what is love?
When we do meet the love? and we can have many loves in our lives?
To the first question, I almost immediately found the answer, love is when you're surrounded by people you love unconditionally, and with which you feel happy, my niece, my best friends, my family .. love is air, travel example, is one of the things I love most to do, and I always try to travel as much as I can, be close to my niece step by step in its growth, help it grow, to have found someone with whom to share the joys, I have found someone able to give me the smile without making a joke, this is love ..
The second question, it is already a little more complicated, because once I was sure when I met the love, instead I now suspect that I've never actually met, or perhaps the only love that I've encountered is what ran away after I declared to him .. the fact is, that when I met the guy with red hair and green eyes, at first I thought I had found love .. .. but soon after I began to think that it was him, but my little accountant, and then the bartender who always made me caps with little hearts, and said I was her best friend, I always thought that in all these occasions I met the love but it was not love, it was just needed, it was infatuation, was the desire to be loved .. then he turned into persecution mania for me, and exploitation of situations for them. One thing is certain, that when I realized that for me there was no hope, broke the thread that held me together with those people, they went on in their lives, and I found myself having to rebuild my broken heart ..

To the third question, I am reminded of an episode of Sex and city when Charlotte tells Carrie, I have read an article where the dentist was written that the world we are entitled only two loves, and Carrie, said well then when I die say here lies Carrie had two loves and hundreds of shoes .. I wonder how many loves me so we can have .. I think I've really fallen in love twice already, and maybe even if it is difficult to admit I'm falling a third time .. but it's always been unrequited love is the same?

This is a subject on which I am working .. well for 30 years myself, even two months with the blog ..

stay tuned

coco