Forever 21 initial sweatshirt: gift from Carmen and Kavita. American Apparel circle skirt: £15, via ebay. Ark cut out boots. Rotary watch. Cat ear headband: borrowed from Charlee (these bear ones are the closest I can find). Topshop Really Ruby lipstick. Essie Lapiz of Luxury.
Photos by Carmen.
You may think pancakes are enough fun for one day, but in Bavaria they take Shrove Tuesday to a whole new level. Carnival is a concept they practice a load more on the continent, and it's more of a universal celebration than Notting Hill, which becomes more of an excuse to drink at midday. It started last Thursday with the whole of the champagneria's clientele wearing red noses and face paint while we looked on bemused over our wine glasses, but is mainly, from what I can tell, concentrated on Shrove Tuesday and Ash Wednesday. My department were challenged to dress up yesterday, but with thoughts of what toppings to add to my pancakes later that day I clean forgot. My other better prepared and less distracted colleagues came in a wide array of costumes, and I took the opportunity to steal Charlee's cat ears. I know Michelle's a firm fan of them, but I'd personally never been sold on these cat ear headbands until slipping this pair on, and now I'm trying to work out quite how acceptable it would be to wear this accessory on the train to work (going by some of my fellow commuters' looks as I run to catch the train in my heeled boots, I'm going to guess that wouldn't go down too well in Munich...).
Life in Munich has been a lot of fun recently, and although I tend to write a lot about what I've been up to that day, I came to the realisation (when drunk, obviously) that I hardly ever talk about anything that personal on here. This isn't a promise to go through the various changings of my mind in a cathartic dissertation every time I take photos of some shoes, but I know that I enjoy reading about others' lives, and that's certainly what got me into blogging in the first place. So whether it's me having a chat about how I deal with winter skin (and I appear to have very nearly hidden the eczema on my neck in most of these photos - hooray!) or how I found moving to another country, I will try to share something of a little more depth than how much I like to wear cat ears. But I really do like to wear cat ears.
Life in Munich has been a lot of fun recently, and although I tend to write a lot about what I've been up to that day, I came to the realisation (when drunk, obviously) that I hardly ever talk about anything that personal on here. This isn't a promise to go through the various changings of my mind in a cathartic dissertation every time I take photos of some shoes, but I know that I enjoy reading about others' lives, and that's certainly what got me into blogging in the first place. So whether it's me having a chat about how I deal with winter skin (and I appear to have very nearly hidden the eczema on my neck in most of these photos - hooray!) or how I found moving to another country, I will try to share something of a little more depth than how much I like to wear cat ears. But I really do like to wear cat ears.
