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Bittersweet memories- and first velvet garment

Bittersweet memories- and first velvet garment

Oh I always hate the first months of the new year. Bittersweet memories, holidays are over, the dullness, the grey weather, the freezing cold. I can always get so sad when something has been really fun, like the holidays, and then it’s over. As if there will never be any more fun times. While the reality is of course that you have to create your own fun and it is certainly not dependent on holidays or the like. In addition, I think that every day is a party.

Bittersweet memories

I have bittersweet memories of when I was a 11 year old girl I went to play with a friend and she had a horse. And we went riding on that horse, and I loved it. It was a older horse and she listened very well and was very sweet. I had a amazing afternoon because I loved horses.

When I was having dinner with my parents and sister in the evening, I had to cry because I had had such a nice day. My parents told me not to act like that. When I think back about it, tears well up in my eyes. I can still remember that feeling so well. The feeling of getting so emotional when something good is over.

Let’s talk more about the outfit to keep things light, lol.

My first velevet item….not….my memory fails me

I’ve never been fond of velvet, always found it a bit musty. But I wanted to give this skirt a chance. I thought: velvet would be nice for Christmas. Well, I didn’t wear this skirt for Christmas. By the way, I didn’t know velvet was so static. Gosh, I’ll keep brushing. And with long haired cats in our home it’s not ideal. And while writing this post I remebered this skirt…….so this isn’t my very first velvet at all……

I am wearing a lovely sweater on it, with a v-neck that I love, in a nice casual way, not to styled. A cool belt and gun metal bracelet from S. Deer to neutralize the mustiness of the velvet. And a cute black necklace with a bow. My biker boots, which were in the giveaway bag, but I just can’t part with them. They really need to be patched up at the cobbler. But tell me, what bittersweet memories do you have?

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