I am wearing:
Forever21 sweater, belt, ring
Jeans and glasses via Marshall's
First of all, Happy EASTER, everyone!!!
I wish you all the best for this divine holiday and for the rest of the year!!!!
My outfit today reminds me of Easter eggs! I just love the colors! Pastel color-blocking has been of of my favorite trends this spring. Hope you enjoy!
Today I am going to post a pretty long story for you. I might even split it and finish it in the next post. But it has to do with miracles. And it being Easter today, I decided why not share it with you?
Anyway, this was told to me and one of my colleagues by my boss, whom this story is about. He grew up not necessarily here in the US, but somewhere in Europe (let's agree to give him some kind of privacy). I never posted anything too personal before for many reasons, and for many reasons now I am trying to change it, but I feel like keeping some details neutral, as one the most important times of his life are being presented to the public without him even knowing. That's why let's keep his name and country in secret if you will.
So, he did grow up in one of the European countries, where it gets really really cold in the wintertime. And when I say cold I mean really really cold. That type of cold that it hurts to breathe as the water particles in your nose freeze as soon as you step outside, that type of cold that you can't open the doors of your car without splashing hot water all over them (example that he (my boss) used in his recital). Well, you can see now, it gets really cold wherever it was where he grew up. He just turned 18 (or maybe he was turning 18 - I can't remember) and was in need of a car, but raised by a strict Mom (not that he did not have a dad, but his mom was particularly strict with him fearing that he would grow up taking things for granted) he had to earn money to afford it. All he had made as of then was some $400 (lets use dollars to stay neutral as we agreed earlier, the euros did not exist back then) - not that much to buy anything bigger than a bicycle. But he did find something, I don't know if you could possibly call it a car, it was more like an old bathtub with two seats and a long stick between them, it had a steering wheel i'll give it that, and it moved, so for his practical mind it worked, it was just a means of transportation. So one of those days his grandma came for a visit and saw her beloved grandchild who was by the way 6'8" in that old piece of junk, and almost lost her ability to speak. His grandma, to give you the better idea of a family he grew up in, had absolutely no concept of money whatsoever. Having worked hard back in the day her husband and she were exceptionally wealthy to say the least. So you can imagine her pain when she saw what her precious grandson had to navigate, to make it all worse the old bathtub would not turn on as K (let's call my boss K, shall we?) was struggling with the damn thing.
So she immediately in sight of such a disgrace to her wealth and social position offered to buy him a new car, whatever car he wanted for his birthday (but it had to look good and be worthy of such a splendid young kid as him). They went to a BMW dealer not bad, huh?, and chose a beautiful beautiful vehicle any 18 year old, and not only, could possibly dream of. Too bad he did not get to enjoy it for too long....
to be continued...