999 - Coquelicot Poppy
Bottled vanilla sky.
I'd just started with Mad Men. One chapter a day, at dinner time. Just lovin' it. The old glamour, those perfect Barbie-look-a-like women. A style that brings back all mum's stories of her teenage years as a seamstress in the Couture Maison. Odd I know, but it makes me smile& dream with a pinch of that classy look on my everyday life.
I'm not a mistress, much more of a tomboy. Actually... A strange one. Does any of you wonder about what the hell crosses your mind during those 2 hours running? Your thoughts fly around many places but, for some reason, mine got stuck & kept dreaming with those Betty Draper nails. So I finished, stretched, called mummy & turned my way to Åhléns - hunting my deserved trophy :)
9. My lucky number. What shade would suit me better than 999? Ready to rumble. On matching poppy red, I got my man out, to celebrate.
So many things to be thankful & smile for.
Thanks. For all the nice comments, about the race about my thoughts puked in here being worth reading. It means the world to me :D
Swedish Fall is rainy, chilly, somehow dark. Sometimes, it just takes a shot & everything magically gets better. Raining? No problem. Just step up, wear your cap, dare to get out and run. Like in the magic today. The sky cleared up, as I was moving & just to leave a dreamy sunset of vanilla clouds behind.
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