knitwear Zara, trousers H&M, boots Stradivarius
Countless numbers of cups of tea found their random spots all over the place in my flat - starting from the very hall up to the very living room. I stare at this mess and think something useful must be done with it - something like go and wash them maybe? But then I realise I don't care much and reach for another Kleenex instead. I hate being sick! It was so cold the day we shot these photos, I still feel that icy wind right inside my poor bones.
Nevertheless, in a minute I will get up, tie my big and warm scarf three times round my neck, put bare feet in Uggs, and leave home without even bothering to comb my hair. I will probably go to some starbuckslike place and invent a new coffee drink full of something added and something removed, find a cozy armchair in the depth of the cafe where I can sit with my knees up and not be afraid that people around will think millions of adjectives about me. I will open iPad on my knees almost pressed to my chin and return to Great Expectations. Trite shell, but it's my shell.
Used cups of tea battery can wait a little more...