This Saturday my dear friend Sara moved to Chili. For the last couple of months we haven't seen each other so much but that doesn't matter. I still miss her! She's one of those friends you don't have to talk to every day but you still know where you have her. And even though she's only going to be gone until January, I can really feel the distance. 

For you who doesn't know my father is Chilean and I've told Sara that she is always welcome to visit my grandmother who lives in Santiago. And I really hope that she knows that I'm serious. 

When she comes back we really have to catch up and do some creative stuff together. She is amazing with a camera!

Sara moved together with another awesome girl, Fanny. You can follow both of them in their blog Somos feministas (it's in swedish, but we have googletranslate, haha)! 

Turning 25!

 Some photos by: LE

Outfit details:                                                                                                                                

Vintage black 50's swing coat with fur collar: Misoui vintage clothing.

Vintage leather Valentino handbag: Rut & Raul 

Purple scarf: handmade present

Burgundy leather gloves: H&M

Vintage black beret with white pom pom: Mariatri

Vintage sparkly aurora borealis rhinestone clip on's: Maejean vintage

Deep red lipstick: Face, "Älskling" (Darling)

Vintage 1970's cranberry red accordion pleated dress: Coldfish vintage 

Black stockings: H&M

Vintage navy and white spectator pumps: Rut & Raul

This monday I turned 25! 

My morning started with singing and breakfast in bed (a typical swedish tradition that me and "Erik" hold near and dear). Then I went to work and enjoyed my homemade apple crumble pie with caramel together with some colleagues. Finally I ate dinner with "Erik" and chocolate cake with my family. So the day contained a lot of food to celebrate with. Otherwise it was kind of a quiet day and not much happened. 

Many people asked me if I felt any different now that I have reached the middle of my twenties.

 You know when you've been waiting for your birthday for quite some time and when it suddenly arrives nothing really feels different? It's the same every year, I wake up and expect that something has happened during the night. Suddenly maybe I'm smarter, wiser or just cooler? But no, I realize that I'm still the ol' geek I was yesterday. Well the same thing happened this birthday but then I realized something still had changed. Not over night but a slow change that has been building up for some time. 

First of all, I think I'm starting to hold a certain power that I didn't have before, the power of age. I know that I'm not old but still I'm not a youngster that hasn't seen anything. You can't just be pushed around and not listened to when you have the authority of age. That's important, especially I think when you are a woman. Even though you're short and not that big you can still slam your fist on the table and say "I'm twenty-five years old and I wont stand for this".

A second thing I realized is that suddenly old guys think's it's ok to hit on me. For some reason a lot of old dudes has been making their presence noticed at work and I think it's because I'm not a baby anymore. But hey, I still think that they are a little bit too old for me.  

With this I also realized that I am tired of energy thieves. So, I just want to surround myself with the people that I care about and that cares for me. I don't want to waste my time with stuff or people that stresses me out. And there are a lot of interesting, cool and inspiring people out there that I haven't met yet.

 Well, this was a little bit deep but I think it's important to let some emotions out and tell the people I love how important they are to me. 

(And, don't worry. I will celebrate my birthday with a bang the 2nd of November! Then it will be party time!)