february is a peculiar month. usually it's the coldest month of the year, yet the sun is so close to us it gets almost hot in spots sheltered from wind. the embankment by the cathedral bridge being one of those. that is the river aura, often so murky and brown, now transformed by snow. look closely and you'll see people walking on the ice. i never dare to, no matter how thick the ice allegedly is...
today i
i tried on a super-skimpy, strapless number, grey with smudgy polka dots. it fit me very very well, which is unheard of. they were on the sales rack but no sale tag so i asked one shop girl and she told me to go downstairs where they would know. they didn't. some assistant thought one colour might be 15€ and the other 20€ but she didn't know which. i suggested we make mine the fifteen one, but my girl called someone upstairs... and i waited, and waited, then she called someone else... paged someone... etc, by which time i was so pissed off i wouldn't have paid a cent for the dress anymore, i just wanted to get the hell out of there, being all bundled up in winter clothes and about to faint. and they were all 20€ in the end. i may go back for it, if it starts haunting me... there were three left and not many can squeeze into something that small. my cocktail dress might just be waiting for me there the next time.
it's not that i need a party dress. or necessarily even want one. i just liked the way it was cut, as if to say "this girl is skinny and has no inclination whatsoever to even try and appear as if she has boobs." the drab colors appealed to me, too, and the structured feeling the boning gives. i think i should go get it... we all need some support, right?
later i aimlessly wandered in other shops at the mall, out of habit. nice this and that at zara, but nothing in my size or a color that suits me. but i guess i managed to fulfill my fingertips' desire to fondle fabrics. i may be hypervisual, but when it comes to clothes, how it feels is the key. or the first number for the lock combination. fingertips-eyes-nose.
my stomach then led me to buy some food. craving fresh rolls i got two, completely forgetting the bread already in my bag, bought earlier. as i was leaving, someone ran after me, asking if i had forgotten my items. "guess so", i sheepishly admitted. i got distracted at checkout when the usual automat was out of order and i had to pay the old way, by handing my card over. i remember thinking that there was quite a crowd at the spirits shop, and apparently i just walked away, leaving my cheese and grapefruit juice and all behind. i had grabbed a chocolate bar at the register to keep me conscious during the walk home, remembered that after arriving... and later on, in the kitchen, i noticed the carton of juice was still on the counter. amazing attention span.
and then there is this. raw. it's a side table designed by jens fager for muuto. i am not generally attracted to modern design, but this is different. i don't like the colours, but the form is bliss. i would definitely, without a blink, paint this some grayish blue. i find myself thinking of buying one... the problem is that while i do have the money, i really shouldn't. i'm supposed to be saving, holding on to my savings, not spending any of it. but... this is a useful thing, and not something i'm ever likely to grow tired of. an investment. that's a grown-up thing to do, isn't it? they are hand-carved and unique and can only go up in value. and did i mention pure perfection?
i think i just did...
