But boy has it been QUITE the six months. See, the tv show has consumed half my time, half my energy and it has been almost almost like selling my soul to the anti-fashion devil. I mean, what was I thinking?! If I wanted to be taken seriously as a “fashion consultant” in my town, I couldn’t go all Carrie Bradshaw on them!
It has been great for all the other stuff, though. The public speaking fear is almost gone, I’m learning how to react to negative criticism…apparently, drowning in tears is not an option! Haha! The vintage clothing I was planning on selling hasn’t seen the light of day in the past months. Errr, except for a couple of items I couldn’t resist on keeping for myself.
Skirt and dress: stolen from the forbidden closet.
But the rest are sitting there, collecting dust.
Red clutch : also from the forbidden closet, couldn’t help it.
I’m learning to organise my time, and I’m hoping it’s okay that my style has become a bit more I’m going to say sophisticated rather than boring than the usual, even if it’s somewhat obligated.
Left: homemade skirt and vintage bag, Right: Vintage bag and thrifted skirt.
Carolina (the other t.v. presenter), is a class away from graduating and becoming an architect. She doesn’t think my fashion day dreams are nonsense, she likes my slutty shoes and bags that smell like the 80s and never pressures me to get a french manicure instead of my usual dark colors. We’re mucho close.
She’s had a tough life but her smile is intact.
News! We had our first ever Honduran Fashion Week! I thought it would be a reeally good thing, but like most artistic events in our country, the hype ended the same day it begun. So all there’s left are a few pictures on people’s Facebook.
