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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.


Blackbird has spoken...

PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Mon, May 11, 2015 16:33:45
Since my son was one,
We have had a blackbird in our garden.
We always recognized him,
Because of a white feather in his tail.

My son is now ten,
And the bird has moved.
From our garden,
To the street side.

We don't know why...
We can only guess that he was chased away,
Or moved because his wife bird died a while ago...

Since he is quite old,
For a bird,
He looked really bad.

Feathers all ruffled,
A bit too skinny,
But still singing his wonderful tunes.

We had always called out: "hi blackbird", when seeing him,
Like greeting a pet,
That is still living outside.

After a while,
He started recognizing us,
And he hopped a little closer.
So we started feeding him.

After a while he recognized my husband's voice anywhere.
It was so heartwarming,
To see that little old bird coming towards him.
Always.
Anywhere.

When we went on holiday a few weeks ago,
We were gone for two days,
He flew on to our car roof,
The minute we parked in front of our garage.




My husband started feeding him outside his window,
On the first floor.
Berries, oatmeal, bread, he was living like a king.

Until a few days ago...
Our kids rang the doorbell,
In utter panic.
A cat had taken a blackbird...
Our blackbird.

I pulled him out of a bush,
Where he had tried to escape.
But I was too late...

I still can't believe he's gone...
So sweet, so precious.
One bite,
From a stupid cat,
And it's all gone...

We buried him in our garden,
With a wooden blackbird on top,
A heap of white flowers,
And a lot of tears.





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