City Library, Stockholm (Sweden)
Royal Library El Escorial (Spain)
Abbey Library St. Gall in Saint Gallen (Switzerland)
Library of Parliament, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Österreichische Nationalbibliothek in Vienna (Austria)
Library of Melk Abbey, in Melk (Austria)
& Yes, now I cried. It’s gorgeous!
Source: http://www.nsmbl.nl/
It has been a while since I’ve wrote anything on this blog, or anything in general. It’s not that I lost it, or that I’m dead, but I just haven’t found the time to sit down and write. I’ve been busy studying, falling in love and get heartbroken again.
A few weeks ago I was doing all the wrong things, I was becoming someone I swore I’d never be. And yet, there I stood, disgusted of my own behaviour. It is one thing to notice you’re doing it all wrong, it’s another thing deciding to do something about it. So I did. I feel a lot better now, in peace with myself, happier. It’s okay to leave your track every once in a while, but if it takes you somewhere you don’t belong, you need to get back on your track.
I watched ‘The Devil wears Prada’ earlier this evening. I was thinking how wonderful it would be, being surrounded by designerdresses every minute of the day. If I could, and if it were comfortable, I would wear fabulous dresses all the time. It makes you feel like you could achieve anything. You know, I’ve got a list. It says wearing a Chanel-dress before I’m 30, owning a beautiful pair of Louboutins, buying a pair of Steve Madden pumps before I’m 20 (that’s next september…) and so on. I probably won’t ever find a job with my diploma of history that can afford these things, but it’s just a happy thought that maybe one day, I could.
High fashion doesn’t need to be expensive you know. About a month ago I had a mother of a friend of mine making this adorable 30s designerdress for a prom. It had cost me 80 euros, and I was wearing an unique designer piece, handmade with love. High fashion is not about where it comes from, it’s about the attitude and the dimension you give to it.
Thank you for reading, good night.
Love, Veronique
I fell in love with the cutest and sweetest hero on earth. <3
I love him.
Dancing used to be the only thing I had and it was all I ever did since I learned to walk. Dancing is like breathing, it’s more than a routine. I never knew how it effected my mood, how it effected who I was until I stopped dancing. I just had no time anymore, university asked too much of me. And sometimes I just start dancing, like I did today. Trow it all out, breathe, feel the passion, feel the music. I released all of my frustration, my pain, all the stress. I feel happy. And tired.
