Queen you shall be

For a time, I did really well on my purpose of stopping impulse buying.   

And then my little sister came to visit us and next thing I remember is leaving the house to get some cake (gluttony runs in the family, you can be sure), and coming back with aforementioned cake, and an elfic/Tyrell-style tiara. YES, a bloody tiara. Because... well, because I stumbled upon it at a random high street store, it was on sale, and it was stunningly beautiful, and... you never know if you´ll be invited to have tea with the queen, right? Right...? And yes, in case you were wondering, I have absolutely no justification for it, other than the very reasonable discount price and its alleged beauty. 

 

Blogmas Day 21: A Christmas meetup dress (and give away winner).

Happy Monday everyone and welcome to Blogmas Day 21!

As you may have noticed, I miserably failed at keeping my blog posted daily from last week.

Unfortunately, life has been running fast and keeping me busy for the last bunch of days, and blog posting had to be a bit neglected as a consequence of it. Now you can sum it up to my epic blog fails list... But anyway, I thought I could try double hard until Christmas Day at least and keep you tuned with life, so today I am coming back to show you my last handmade piece as well as announcing December give away winner (which I also failed to reveal last Saturday, oops, sorry about that!). 

Enchanted

I managed to collect all the wonderful pictures I could find about the great Lolita event from the oficial photographers. It looks like somehow all my own photos looked blurry and quite dark.

But the important thing is that here they are: FINALLY.

I do hope you enjoy my lolita adventures as much as I did, darlings!

Pre-Enchanted brunch

On Saturday morning I woke up at my friend´s place in London, got ready and took the underground to Liverpool Station (as a matter of fact, I usually call it Loverpool Station, but that´s a different story and it would deserve its own post), where I was picking up some girls for brunch. I have no idea of how this happened, but at some point between January and last weekend, I realized I knew hardly anyone attending the big Lolita convention and figured out it could be super nice to arrange a pre-Enchanted meal, so I would have the chance to make new international acquaitances.

Next destination: London

The time I´ve been waiting for, since I received my special Christmas gift, has finally arrived.

Enchanted event will be run this weekend!

That means three hundred Lolitas from the European continent meeting on a Victorian luxury hotel to watch fashion parades, have tea, take pictures, and of course make some serious shopping.

And specially, it means I will be boarding to London.

On Friday I´ll land there to spend the weekend with my friends (I miss them so much! They were my family during my UK stay), and after Saturday convention we´ll be able to enjoy some quality time together. And well, let´s admit it, Camden Town too ♥

So everything is packed now and I hope I´ll have a bunch of good stories to tell you when I am back.

Lots of love meanwhile, see you soon!

Royal purple roses headpiece

I´ve never considered myself really crafty.

I mean, when you grow up on a family in which everybody seems to be gifted for manual works and you are clumsy, well... you start thinking you must be the clack sheep. I mean, there is not other black sheep around so... it has to be you.

My mum can sew a dress with one hand and knit a shawl with the other, one of my sisters used to design (AND make!) her own corsets, my dad can fix up any ruined supply, my youngest sister can make amazing pictures with eyes shut and I...  eerrrr... I am the smartie bookworm but, being honest, I never tried to use my hands the way they do.

Late Christmas Loot (second edition)

It begins to look like a tradition to me posting about my Christmas presents when the new year has already begun. 

But you know, I´m the kind of person who spends the holiday jumping from one to another, so planning a proper blog entry during Christmas is actually difficult.

So here I am again this year, merrily showing my Yule loot to you in the first fortnight of January.

I hope you enjoy it!

My Transylvanian fate

I am the kind of person who makes plans. I really mean it. 

I write a list with all I need before packing for a trip, I decide what to wear one week before a dinner out, and if I have to host people I choose the menu as well as the sheets for the guest room with time enough (and what I call time enough is considered insane by many others, I can tell you).

Obviously future is a source of concern to me. 

Double concern when speaking about career and professional choices.

I am sure some of you already know about my plans of moving to the UK in order to improve our occupation standards (The Gentle One is also very focused on his walk of life), and that was supposed to happen at some point between this autumn and next winter-tide.

I said was supposed because something else took place.

♥ The Gentle One is fond of taking unadvised pictures.

At mid-February The Gentle One and I decided to take precautions (you never know about life, do you?) and apply for several international programs. My choice was obviously Great Britain and a modest post as Spanish teaching assistant. Meanwhile, my fiancé applied for a vacancy as Spanish language and literature lecturer. His initial idea was asking for a slot at some British university, but (oh, alas!) there was not such an option this year. So we moved to the next reasonable choice: the European continent.

Because well, we were not expecting a real chance of moving to another country apart from England, and the whole thing sounded funny and misterious to us. Were we totally senseless by playing that way with fate?

YOU BET!

As the little unwise people we are, we totally forgot about the grants-thing and continued with our working daily routine for a while. And then, during May, I was told I wasn´t given the teaching assistant job in the UK. No need to say how disappointed I was.

But those bad feelings finally vanished and once more we forgot about all the international issue once again (yes, I told you we can be fool children sometimes), until June.

One fine morning I was still lying in bed when The Gentle One bounced into the room like a flood and simply said: 'Darling, I just received an email from the Foreign Office and I think we are moving to Bucharest'. At this point you might know me well enough to predict my reaction. Exactly. 

I totally freaked out. Like a LOT. 

 I was puzzled and couldn´t figure out how that had happened, after all, we were just playing with possibilities. And playing does not kill anyone, huh?

Sunglasses : Primark  / Jumper Skirt: Gift from my sister (Japan) /  Shirt: Zara / Tights : Calzedonia /   
Shoes : Customized/
  Bag : Brigitte Bijou (old) /  Necklace: Family heritage / Hairclips: Primark 

But ey, after some post-considerations we started framing the whole picture and decided that a couple of years in some other European capital was a good thing for both of us (lots of professional experience and good money to save up). I even got another teaching position over there, so everything looks fine at the moment.

So yes, darlings, this little Vamp girl is moving to Romania on September.

My whole family had a good time joking about spotting me in Transylvania!

Nonce, and as you can see in the pictures, I am having a lovely summer here in Spain (maybe the last one for a while).

Stay stunned, this is the beginning of an era!