Saunders stole my pullover

... and made a better one out of it :/ (via Stylebubble)

Those times when reality strikes hard again. First there's euphoria at the second-hand shop: finding something quirky in a sea of ugly XXXL 80s dresses, which is not really the problem, since most 2nd-hand regulars are still into them (which in turn leaves more of the interesting stuff to me) but it remains a pleasure nonetheless. I never really care if things look just a little shabby and I look more convincing in that quality level anyway (sometimes I think my face and general little-girl looks would make a total mockery of Van Noten/Vandevorst/Demeulemeester). Not that my wallet would allow my fingers to go anywhere near new & designer... we tend to wait for the stuff to turn up second-hand (last Sunday saw me adding a first Stine Goya to my wardrobe) and even then we would still shy away from buying them. It's strange, I just feel better in things that have already been worn, especially so in slightly(!) blemished shoes (and obvz because when you don't eat animals you shouldn't buy fresh skins either... amirightorjustradical?).

No no, designer resonates on a higher level than does le vliin. And a very current-day looking thrifted piece is always a reason to happily bounce the way back home.

That is until you see expensive outsmart you again.

But we get over that easily.

My interior, too, is of similar shabbiness. I love getting creative with little means, but of course it shows that aside from no budget, I also have no dedication whatsoever. Then I turn up at home with a couple of branches I found on the street (OMG) or stick gold cardboard from Easter-egg packages to the wall next to the collection of wilted flowers.

Life on a budget:

Decoration à deux balles.

But sometimes there are fresh flowers!