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Fashiondisaster

Why a blog?

I give up, easily.
Anything. Everything.
Because of a lack of confidence.

People won't like me, laugh at me, think I'm stupid.
That is why my entire life I hid away, in dark clothes.
Black, dark blue or grey.
Anything to make me invisible.

I never used make-up in high school because I didn't know how.
My hair was always the same because I had no idea what to do with it (ponytail, tightly pulled back, in case you're curious).

When I was 18 I got married and I wanted a change.
I wanted the real me to come out.
But I still had no clue how.

At 26 I started this blog.
So that I wouldn't give up, wouldn't forget where I was going.

This is my journey, feel free to walk it with me, every step of the way.
All my failures, all my mistakes.
But also my winnings, my happy moments and my bliss.
I'll be honored to have you with me.


Free as a bird

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Mon, March 20, 2017 15:05:15
I've been called a fool,
A freak,
A loner,
An idealist,
A weirdo,
And a stubborn idiot.

I used to care,
About what people said,
I used to feel,
Like an alien,
On this planet.

Someone who was dropped here,
With an illusion,
Of how the world can be,
How we can conquer anything,
About how life can be amazing,
If we just decide that it is.

I try to teach my children,
That they can be anything,
Do anything,
They want,
I try to tell them that they are beautiful,
Loved,
And cared for.

Not only by their parents,
But by the whole universe,
If they send out the good,
If they think in terms of love,
And that if they hold on,
To their beliefs,
Anything can happen,
And everything is possible.

Even tough I try to teach them,
They evenly teach me,
To hold on,
To what I love,
And not let the negativity,
Influence my existence.

With them,
And my husband,
Today,
I truly believe,
That together,
We can do anything,
That we can reach every star,
Every dream,
And any hope we hold in our hearts.

When I started holding on to the good,
I got signs,
Small ones,
And giant ones,
To keep holding on,
If this was what I really wanted.

And from now on,
I can truly say,
This is what I want,
Without regret,
Guilt,
Or feeling stupid.

My dream may be different than yours,
But it's mine,
And just like you,
I have a right to hold on to it,
To believe in it,
And to go for it.

Hold on to that dream,
Whoever you are,
Whatever you are doing,
No matter what your situation is,
Keep that vision,
It's your right,
It's the wish of your heart,
And the destiny of your soul.

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Les folies de Sofie

FashionPosted by Fashiondisaster Mon, March 06, 2017 18:02:26
Little girls with dreams,
Become women with vision,
It's one of my favorite quotes,
And it's such an inspiration,
When you find someone,
Who lives up to that quote.

When Sofie was little,
She loved nothing more,
Than her grandmother's jewelry box,
She could play for hours,
With all the beautiful jewelry inside.

That is where her dream,
Of making her own,
Started.

As a young woman,
She made that dream come true,
Making beautiful creations,
All to help other women,
Feel empowered,
And special.

Every creation,
Is handmade,
and one of a kind.

I got the privilege,
To ask her some questions:

Q: Where do you get the inspiration for your designs?

A: That is very wide. It's mostly things that touch me, like an exhibition, architecture, geometric forms,...

Q: How long does it take to make one piece?

A: That depends.
It's hard to put an exact number of hours to it but it does take hours.
You start out with designing the piece, then you look for the right materials and make a prototype.
Only after that you start building the collection.
Matching rings, earrings, bracelets,... It's a long but fulfilling proces.

Q: What kind of materials do you love using in your designs?

A: The most preferred is silver 925 but I love combinations with gems.
It just gives it that little extra.
My favorites are: garnet stone, hematite, hoplite, agate and onyx.

Q: What is your favorite collection?

A: I'm very proud of the "Find your wild" collection:






Q: What is your favorite design?

A: Definitely this ring! I would have love to have kept it for myself.
It was a real challenge, especially finding the right gem.
I loved the proces.


You can find her website here: lesfoliesdesofie.com
Or send her a friendly e-mail here: info@lesfoliesdesofie.be
Want to make an appointment right away?
Call her here: 0495/65.20.23

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This is for anyone

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Fri, March 03, 2017 16:50:04
This is for anyone,
Out there,
Who feels like,
They don't belong,
In this world,
Their family,
Or their circle of friends.

This is for anyone,
Who feels like the outcast,
The black sheep,
Because they see things differently,
Than the rest of their world.

The ones that love to stay up,
All night,
Crafting,
Playing games,
Or just looking at the stars.

The ones that are different,
And have to face,
Charges for it everyday.

Why don't you get a normal job?
Why don't you settle down?
Why don't you act your age?

To all of you,
Out there,
Around the globe,
I just want to say,
Stay strong.

Keep that dream,
That no one else seems to see,
That beat in your heart,
That knows what makes you happy.

And when the time is right,
I know you will stand up,
For yourself,
And that dream.

And all the other outcasts of the world,
Will stand with you,
And admire you,
Because you held on,
Because you didn't give up.

And you will become a beacon,
Of hope,
One that others will cling to,
To follow their path,
Their crazy dream.

Hold on,
Please,
We need you.

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The world

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Sun, January 22, 2017 12:08:12
How it was made,
Is an issue,
That has been discussed,
Many times,
And honestly,
I haven't got a real clue,
On what to believe.

But fact is,
It was made,
It exists,
And with it,
Came millions of creatures,
Animals,
Humans,
Plants,
Trees,
Bacteria,
The list goes on,
And on.

I often wondered,
What gave us the right,
To be considered,
As something more,
Then all of the above.

We clame to be the most intelligent,
Because we can communicate,
We can invent,
And we can evolve.

When I watch other creatures,
I see communication,
And evolution,
But I never see hate.

With us,
We have not only declared ourselves,
To be the best species,
We also have the nerve,
To tell the world,
That some races,
Are better than others.

Why do we keep doing that?
History is filled with wars,
And conflict,
Hatred,
Because of race,
Or color.

It breaks my heart,
The world belongs to everyone,
We all need to feel safe,
Not just one race,
That is willing to do,
Whatever it takes,
Because they are afraid,
Of the unknown.

I hope,
Pray,
That the women's march,
Wasn't a one time thing,
And that we all continue,
To stand up to something,
That isn't right <3

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The pressure is on

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Thu, January 19, 2017 14:54:10
This morning,
I read an article about social anxiety,
People told little things,
About how they felt,
When they had to do something social,
And how it freaked them out,
And how they reacted to it.

One person couldn't go in,
When invited to a party,
And just waited half an hour outside,
In the car,
And then drove home,
Without stepping a foot inside.

Another talked about how they repeated,
Something they wanted to say,
Over and over in their head,
Making sure it wasn't stupid,
But when the time was there,
To actually say it,
It wasn't relevant anymore.

More and more cases,
Of anxiety are being reported,
Some people can't even leave their homes,
Because of the fear,
That they will do,
Or say something that isn't good enough,
That they aren't good enough.

It is something that I, sadly,
Experience in my own life as well,
We are pressured,
To do everything right,
Preferably perfect.

The standards are too high,
None of us,
Can reach them,
It's merely impossible,
And the pressure is affecting our health,
And our mind.

My favorite place in the world,
Is home,
With my husband,
And kids,
Where I can be myself,
Being weird,
Without anyone of them,
Frowning on it.

Last night I walked around like a goof,
Doing impressions,
Silly bits,
And some sketches,
They all loved it,
Laughed,
Encouraged me to go on,
And do more of those silly things.

But put me outside,
With a crowd I don't know,
Or with people that are further away from me,
And I will shut down.

I'll become quiet,
Sensing what is appropriate,
What won't make me look stupid,
Or dumb,
It gets me questioning,
Everything,
My looks,
My appearance.

It's very demeaning,
And tough I know,
It's in my head,
It's very hard,
To break,
With this.

I wish the world was a safe place,
One that was filled with people,
That shouldn't feel afraid to be themselves,
Sadly,
I can't set an example,
But maybe,
Just maybe,
We can find each other,
And know,
That we are not alone.

You can always contact me, if you feel the need, at: fashiondisaster.cc@hotmail.com







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Shopping

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Wed, January 11, 2017 22:24:02
It's not a secret,
Men don't like shopping,
Like us,
Women,
And girls do.

Frankly,
My husband mostly humors me,
By going into a shop with me,
For about two minutes,
And then he had enough,
And sits outside,
On a bench or something,
Waiting,
Or most of the time,
Reading.

He's fine with it,
Having me browse around for hours,
As long as he doesn't have to stand with me,
All of those hours.

Tonight it had me wondering,
What if I ever achieve something in fashion?
I know,
Big if,
But not the point,
What would he do then?

Sending me off on my own?
Drifting apart?
And I kind of panicked a bit there,
Because he's my best friend,
And I want him next to me,
But would he want to be beside me,
For hours of fitting,
Or something like that?

We talked about it,
And he told me not to worry,
He'll be there,
Even if it's just to be sure,
No one else whisks me away,
(Who would, seriously?),
In a kidding kind of way of course,
But I wanted a serious,
Straight forward answer.

And since he's a Capricorn,
I got just that:
"Well, I don't like shopping,
Because when you go into a shop,
It's like,
Let's see what they have that I can buy,
While I walk into a shop,
Knowing what I want,
And I only buy that".

I replied that his way sounded quite boring,
Draining all the fun out of shopping,
Turns out,
My way sucks out all of the fun,
Of shopping for him too.

He hates browsing around for hours,
Watching me pick 15 items,
Hanging ten or more back,
Doubting,
Taking one piece back,
From the pile that I had chosen,
Not to buy.

"It's just a whole proces with you,
And it makes me tired".

So honey,
IF I ever make it into fashion,
Sit with me,
Read your book,
I'll be fine,
As long as I have you by my side,
Shopping or not.




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Humans

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Tue, January 10, 2017 22:29:55
Today,
Was a hard day,
I had to attend a lesson,
That I didn't want to attend,
And it had been stressing me out,
For days,
Reaching it's peak,
This morning.

It made me cranky,
And vulnerable,
But I had to go to work,
Dealing with older people,
Can feel like being a psychologist,
Sometimes.

Today,
I wasn't feeling it,
Dealing with my own problem,
Like I had the world on my shoulders,
And I just had a feeling of,
Leave me alone.

When it was almost noon,
And time to take my break,
A last customer walked in,
Ten minutes before closing,
And it wasn't a favorite one.

I took a deep breath,
And tried to handle it in a fast,
But polite manner.

He wouldn't let me,
Do it fast,
He wanted attention,
Preferably,
A lot of it.

So I guided him to my computer,
To adjust his hearing devices,
He kept asking questions,
Like he always does,
And then he started talking about his wife,
How she was being moved,
From a hospital,
To a care center.

I felt like,
Emotionally,
I couldn't deal with it,
Thinking about that lesson I was dreading,
Feeling the adrenaline.

And suddenly,
It hit me,
A little voice in my head,
Telling me to look at him,
Really look at him as a person,
A soul,
A human,
That was troubled.

And I shifted,
My problems weren't more important than his,
We are all human,
And every problem we have,
Hanging over our heads,
Big or small,
Needs,
No,
Deserves help,
Even if it's just a listening ear,
Or a kind word.

So I did,
I listened,
Smiled,
Comforted,
And gave him kind words.

I still dreaded my lesson,
But I hope,
I made his day better,
Even it was just for a little,
Tiny,
Bit.





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How do girls do it?

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Sun, January 08, 2017 23:06:46
I know, I know,
I'm a girl,
I'm very aware of that fact,
Most of the time,
Believe me.

But I need to ask,
How do girls keep their make-up in place,
All day?

I leave the house,
With little on,
Granted,
A bit of blush,
A touch of mascara,
Sometimes eyeliner,
Depending on how lucky I'm feeling that day,
To get a decent set of wings,
And a hint of some form of lipgloss,
Or lip balm (mostly preferred).

It looks decent,
Not perfect,
The wings tend to screw me over,
But it's ok.

When I get home,
After work,
Around five,
I definitely,
Mostly,
Look like a raccoon.

Eyeliner and mascara,
Smudged everywhere,
From rubbing my eyes,
Sneezing,
Or something other,
That is completely normal,
But bad for my made up face.

My blush,
I swear,
Is gone,
Where does it go?
Did it sink into my pores,
Without me noticing it?
Or did I sneeze it of?

Since I'm at it,
My hair seems to do,
The exact same thing,
Not the disappearing thing,
Thank God,
But when I leave,
It's decent.

Again,
Not perfect,
But ok,
When I get home,
It's either flat,
Really flat,
Or it has all these quirky hairs,
Sticking out,
Everywhere,
To every possible side.

What is up with that?

Am I static?
Is the universe playing tricks on me?
Or am I doing something,
Basically,
Wrong?

Help me out,
Tips,
Remedies,
I'm open to suggestions,
All of them,
One day,
Looking the same,
From morning till evening,
That would be great,
Really.

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