Am I the only one dreaming with Summer holidays? Being originally from Portugal, I was lucky enough to grow up by the seaside. In those happy sunny days, Summer only meant a single thing: the beach. This is exactly what I miss the most in London. I am a spoiled Summer child, what can I say?
You know when you are browsing the sales section in a store, hoping to find that one piece that is an exquisite buy, such a beautiful thing, with such low price… well, that is basically the story behind this bikini. I was at Pimkie, browsing the last summer sales, where there were some bikini parts. I didn’t really need a new one, but then I saw this set and I was absolutely in love. I noticed that there wasn’t the sales tag. However, since it was in the same pile, I just thought they have forgotten to put it. “Let’s try it on”, I thought, secretly hoping that it wouldn’t fit. But it DID! And I loved it… so I asked the store assistant for the price. “Is it on sale?”, and she answered me with a cold smile “NO”.
That “no” wasn’t enough to stop me. I just fell in love with the bikini and you just can’t say no to love, am I right? 😉
It is cute, I love the colors and it is extremely comfortable for a day at the beach. When I spend hours in the sun, I like to bring with me a book, magazines and my music. As a fashio lover I couldn’t forget the Portuguese Vogue September issue. However, as the inner nerd that I am, I also had my copy of Game of Thrones saga to transport me to other reigns 🙂
I bought this swimsuit in the beginning of the Summer in Women’s Secrets as a Birthday present for myself. I went to the dressing room with not much hope that this will be good on me (the swimsuit doesn’t have support for boobs). However , I kinda liked the way it fit me. I LOVE the tropical pattern and the cold colors . And there is NO regret.
Two years ago I was in a place that intrigued me. It was in the middle of nowhere and I must confess I found myself bored. It is a place called São Pedro do Sul, in Portugal, and some friends of my parents invited us to spend some days in their home. I was incredibly bored. First, I already live in a village where literally nothing interesting happens. Secondly, there was there no one with whom I could talk. And third, I have a hell of a personality.
However, I was going to find some enjoyment after all. Those sites were incredible. The beauty of Nature was there, but in a strange, even sad, way. That place seemed to have been abandoned by the Gods and yet had this beauty that shines through melancholia. Its inherent loneliness was something that attracted me. In the mounts I thought it was funny how here and there we could find a little chapel, build with stone, just to remind God that the place existed.
I was there in hot summer days, and water was scarce. Everything seemed dried; all the plants assumed the color of yellow, except some trees, small ones. Some parts of that place were actually burning due to arsonists that keep on burning the natural beauty that exists in this country.
God couldn’t do anything for that place. And yet it rested peacefully in there, even burning, even dying with thirst. Even forgotten by the Gods.