Sunday, October 24
I used to rather enjoy my weekly visit to the laundrette. Sure, it was a chore but once I'd lugged my washing there and inserted my coins there was a certain zen to it. Plug in those headphones, disappear into a novel or just let laundry tumbling around and around the dryer mesmerize me and daydream away :)
Laundrettes, I swear they're liminal spaces. They're one of the few places almost anyone will speak to strangers in. I guess if you're going to stuff dirty underwear into a machine right next to each other you might as well not worry about introductions.
Sometimes speaking with strangers comes easier than regular conversations. A bit like gibbering away online. No strings attached and no shame regarding talking about the weather.
I remember once I met a nun on the way home from the grocery store. As soon as I opened my mouth she told me:"You're Austrian". My jaw dropped. Nobody 'd ever guessed before. They'll guess Australian or South African although I sound nothing like it. People can tell I am not from around here but when it comes to placing my accent there is usually no telling. But no, this lady, she knew right away. She'd spent some time in a convent in Austria and was just about to move to one in Canada. Fleeting meetings, chance encounters, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy :)
On a different note, you might have noticed an increase in posts over the past week or so. The days are getting pretty short now so I don't taken any chances: I collect up some outfits I've been wearing over the past few days and shoot all my sets over the weekend. That means there is now a time lag between wearing, posing and posting my outfits. Just thought I'd own up :P
Skirt: Market stall (Amsterdam)