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.


ShoppingPosted by Fashiondisaster Tue, April 01, 2014 10:24:42
My husband's son is going to India.
It's his big son.
From a previous marriage.

He is 28.
He traveled to India two years ago.
And he fell in love.
With an Indian girl.

She is pretty and lovely.
An actress.
A famous one.
In India.

They've been chatting, texting and e-mailing for the past two years.
He's been doing our heading talking about her.
And now he's going back.

And, of course, he wants to go with a gift.
Coming empty handed, after two years.
It just doesn't seem appropiate.

But what do you buy a girl?
It's hard, even when you know her well.
He saw her two days, two years ago.

He decided he wanted to buy a blanket.
Because she's always cold.
Not just any blanket.
No, one with Snoopy on it.
Saved with stamps.
From a supermarket.

Did I mention he's wildley in love with her?
And that she is living with a man?
Who she loves?

So, he has to conquer her heart.
He wants to conquer her heart.

With a blanket.
Of Snoopy.
Saved with stamps.
In the local supermarket.

Would you fall for that?

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Just one of those days...

ShoppingPosted by Fashiondisaster Thu, November 14, 2013 15:10:00
You know those days that you really look forward too?

It can be anything, from going bowling to going shopping or leaving for a holiday.
You're counting the days, you're feeling the excitement and everything leads up to that day.

I had one of those days, yesterday.

We went to Leuven and I had saved up 50 euros.
I was excited, for over a week I had been counting down.
Finally, a few hours to relax and enjoy a search for something special.
A sweater, some make-up or a piece of jewelry.
Something to define me, something to make me happy.

After eating a delicious sandwich (heaven!) I was officially ready to get started.
We had a doctor's appointment at 2 o'clock, so a time limit was set, but we had a good 2 hours to enjoy the city.

We started at a book shop (Fnac) but I was determined not to buy a book.
After about three minutes I found a book that I had to have (ofcourse) but it would cost me half my budget...
After looking it trough a few times (it was about make-up and personal care) I decided I could live without it.

Moving on.
I visited Zara, H&M and ICI paris XL and found... Absolutly nothing.

Everything was so dark and oversized.
I felt like I had seen it all before.

Even at ICI paris XL I couldn't find the feeling that I was looking for.
And the pieces of jewelry at the other stores all seemed so "normal" (I can't think of another word, sorry).

Well, 50 euros saved.
Still, I felt like I'd failed.

My perfect day, wich I had been looking forward to, turned out to be a big nothing (the doctor's appointment did go surprisingly well tough).

And then, there are other days, when you expect absolutly nothing and get everything you hoped and wished for.

It's all about balancing things, right?

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