Denim on denim

Hey babes!

Denim on denim has never been a favorite of mine. I think that's because there used to be this "trend' of people wearing denim jackets with jeans. They would wear them in colors that kind of matched, but not completely... I gotta admit that was one of my worst nightmares. Seriously people, look at yourself when you pull open your closet. But well, even though non-matching color pallettes are an allergy of mine, I think all people should have the right to wear whatever they want. I can look at people and think: "wow, how did you wake up this morning and put THAT on?" but I always wave that thought away because I don't think it's fair to critisize people on the way they look. If they think it's pretty, it's their truth and they have every right to think that.

Back to the subject of this post then.... Denim on denim. I found these jeans at Primark, which I used to really hate but now start to appreciate more and more. Since I became a student and my shopping-funding has been cut off almost completely, I'm starting to enjoy buying more pretty clothes instead of 1 item that was really expensive. Price is not that important to me anymore. These jeans were only €15, and as I said came from Primark. They are a bit stretchy, which makes them easier for my big butt to get in (haha). The shirt that I'm wearing is a vintage Levi's oversized blouse which is one of the favorite items in my closet. I can forget about it for months but sometimes I wear it twice a week. Under the jeans I'm wearing my worn out navy-blue Vans, usually my working/going out shoes but the comfiest ones in my shoe rack. I kept my accessories to a minimum, only wore a brown fringe bag and did my hair up with a red scarf.

I would like to know if you enjoy outfit posts, because I really love making them but only if they're interesting enough.... Let me know via a comment!

Love, Emma.

Family holidays and why I love them

I've always really adored the vacations and trips me and my family went on. Before I moved out and got my own place, it was very logical for me to go with my parents on vacation. I've actually never been alone (except for visiting my ex in England two times). We always went on vacation with our car, mostly because my father didn't mind driving, but also because they really don't like flying. 
We've been to a lot of places, but I think my favorite destination of all has always been Corsica. Even when my sister and I were little children, my parents used to take us there. To the bounty beach, to the laid-back camping site in the middle of the forest where you could spot snakes and try to catch lizards. 

My sister and me in Paris. Guess this was the summer
 before I moved out and really started appreciating her.

I think the most exciting part about our vacation has always kind of been the car ride. Corsica is a long drive, it even has a boat ride of 6 hours in it. I can imagine what a horror it must have been for my dad, driving for 24 hours straight with two screaming and fighting children in the back seat. I always hated my parents during those car rides, not even to begin of my sister. If I could, I would have probably scratched her eyeballs out in that car. But there was always this moment that it would change. Whenever you would get off the highway, pull up to this little town and search for your destination.. Dad would roll down the windows and you would feel the warm air getting in the car (after which we would ask dad to please close the windows and turn on the airco). Even if we'd been fighting for all the car ride, my sister and I would sit up straight, look at each other and smile. It was always this magical beginning of three weeks of happiness.