Who I Wish I Was In Ten Years

In high school, people are always asking you where you want to be in ten years? So I reply, "Paris", "London", "maybe Toronto is more realistic". Then these people proceed to roll their eyes at me, and say "No, what do you want to be doing in ten years?" Very different questions in my opinion, because ten years from now, there is no way I'm going to be thinking about a career. I'll be out living life, trying to make the most of my last few years as a twenty-something. I plan on still being single, not gaining even a pound of weight, and travelling as much as possible. Described in one word: Sophisticated. Just like this blogger, who started when I did, but has a far more interesting life than I do. I'm not being down on myself, it's just true, I bet her life kicks ass.
Ok so fashion wise, she's right were I want to be in ten years, rocking this modern coco chanel thing, meets that character from Inglorious Bastards, the woman who owns the movie house.


Hat, bag and boots are all so beautiful.
I've always wanted to stay the same age, wanted to stay young. You don't have to do as much work, I just thing I'd make a terrible adult. Pressure kills me. Anyway, I also wanted to stay a teenager because I feared moving from H&M's divided label to the actual women's section. It seems so officey, scary, like the clothes are all telling me to, "grow a pair and shut up". It really frightens me. But not when fashion is a playground wears it.

The above is as close as I ever plan to get to an "adult" wardrobe.

All in all, I love this blog, enough to write this much about it. The fashion is gorgeous, the pictures are lovely, and the translated english makes me imagine that this fashionista is speaking to me with a really thick french accent. I love it.