One of the few things I don’t like being called is missis and Katia. While Katia is just a horrible equivalent of my name which sounds more like an exotic poisonous vegetable than a name, missis is a statement that I immediately connect to my age. When someone says missis, the following thought process occurs – “Oh em gi, do I really look that old?” Because, in my big forehead I always assume old people get married and thus, I must look old. As you can see, it’s not a rational thought and not that big of a deal, but when someone calls me that, I have an itch to tell them straight away that I’m actually a miss! (maybe accompany the statement with a motion of gracefully throwing my hair like in the photo below for an enhanced effect).
So, where’s the problem you may ask?
The problem lies in another irrational thought, when the person I talk to is a guy. If a guys calls me missis and I respond “Oh no, I’m a miss!” in my head it sounds like “Oh no, I’m a miss, look at how hot I am, wanna go on a date, you have to buy me food and beer and watch me play The Witcher for 6 hours straight, you won’t regret it!”. At this point, after giving it so much thought, I get confused and usually say “Oh no I’m a miss” with a weird blank smile, eyes dilated and body electrified like a Christmas three, which scares people off or even worse, they might think I’m friendly!
I am perfectly aware that most people brush off this statement like they brush off dandruff from a black sweater, but it’s always a bit awkward when I say I’m actually a miss…Maybe I can force the boyfriend into finally marrying me. I’ll be able to skip the awkward explaining AND get a fancy ring, boohyah!
Do you guys have similar or other irrational awkward daily life thoughts, do share in the comments!
Now, let’s talk some fashion ladies! I’ve been dying to show you this fluffy feather skirt I got from Choies! It’s pink, it’s fluffy, and it has feathers! It’s the cream of my closet, it’s my pork-chop with baked potatoes, it’s my blonde tall bearded viking, it’s my Carl Sagan, it’s my world! I’ve wanted a feather skirt for so long and this beautiful pink eye candy is the perfect example that shows yes, the Universe gives a crap about me!
The skirt has one minus though, it’s waaaay too short, so I had to wear it with leggings underneath. I’d like to keep my private parts private, thank you very much!
I decided to style it Frenchy and wear a striped boat neck blouse as a top. For the shoes I’m wearing transparent flats I bought from an awesome outlet store we have here in Sofia. They are from the brand & other stories and the original price tag was 65 euros, but I bought them for 15!
I also bought two pairs of sparkling socks, one of which I’m wearing here. The best thing about these shoes is you can wear all kinds of different socks and it’s like wearing a different shoe. I’m thinking of buying me a bunch of color crazy socks, see where it leads me!
If you’re wondering about the weird pose on the photo below, I was showing the boyfriend how women look in most fashion magazines (pulled the leggings down for maximum weirdness). He’s baffled by their hunched backs and squiggly placement of their limbs and whenever I try to pose like for a magazine shoot he scolds me.
Let me know do you like fashion items decorated with feathers? Which ones? Bags, dresses, tops?