Miris nedelje…

Čini mi se da bih, i da se nađem sama na pustom ostrvu, bez kalendara i sata, uspela da prepoznam nedelju. Ima taj neki čudan prizvuk i miris. Prosto se oseti u vazduhu. I dok mi je kao klinki nedelja bila najomrženiji dan, nekako sa godinama sam počela da volim taj ritual sačinjen od dokoličarenja, izležavanja u krevetu ili pak besciljnih šetnji i lenjog ispijanja kafe u omiljenom kafiću.  Ova poslednja, čiji sam delić putem fotografija podelila sa vama, mirisala mi je na vrelo mleko sa medom, bruskete, parfem mog dragog i novi sivi kaput…Sto se mene tiče: perfect combination!
It seems to me that I would be able to recognize the Sunday, even If I find myself alone  on  a desert island without a calendar and  clock. Sunday has some strange tone and  smell.  You can just feel it in the air. And while I  was younger Sunday  was not at all my favorite day, somehow through the years  I  began  to  love  the  ritual  consists  of  loitering,  lying around in bed or long walks  and  lazy  drinking  coffee  at your favorite coffee shop. This last one,  which little part I am sharing with you with these photos,  smelled  like hot  milk  with honey, bruschetta, the perfume of my  beloved  and  new  gray  coat … As  for me: perfect combination!
dress: BERSHKA; coat: BY ZOE; socks: P… S…; boots: BATA; gloves: ALDO; bag: PULL&BEAR; scarf: HAND MADE
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