it was yesterday that i decided to start this blog.
more precisely, while i was up in the air, somewhere between geneva and london, on a comfy airbus seat, blankly staring at my lavender painted toenails.
to be even more precise, i was in a strange mood. caught between the excitement of finding my london pleasures again, and the bitterness left by one of the worst holidays i ever had - thanks to a tiramisu making bastard.
to cut a long story short, i felt like one of those lovely fruity chewing-gums you munch on enthusiastically at first, but which ends up being spitted out and left behind once the taste is gone.
and let's be honest, nobody checks on their chewing-gum once it's on the floor, next to a gutter grate.
so, in the midst of a brutally-cutting-one's-genitals-off daydream, that's when it hit me; i need to focus on myself for a bit and put some creative routine back into my life, hence blogging.
here you are. i am not becoming a feminist and won't stuff my face with ice cream to salve my bruised heart, but i will turn to lipsticks, fashion, books and frappuccinos to feel better.
