Total Denim Monday

Monday. The smell of coffee, the sound of rain falling, "5 more minutes and then I get up". Monday and that notebook full of deadlines and programs. Dreams and desires.
Monday, the green and blue that they join hands together in the journey of the week will be.
Monday, a new pair of sunglasses and a vintage bag.
Monday and a total denim look, the first and the last. Because I tried to be less doll or less princess, without "fru fru" dresses and flared skirts. But I'm not good. Moreover, if one is born princess she can not die gypsy, right ?! So keep me as well, princess inside.
Mondays in total denim, but also Tuesdays and Wednesdays, I leave it to someone else who definitely takes it better than me, from the next I go back to court...which is better!

Cocorose Ballerinas

Spring brings with it, along with colorful jackets and pretty dresses, one of the most classic women shoes: the ballerina. Pretty, versatile, comfortable (?) and chic, for several years has established itself as a must-have ALMOST for all.
I say "almost" because the ballerinas, or you love it or you hate it. They are often accused of failure to femininity, but what is it? As it's true for many items and accessories, just know how to match and can be really very bon ton, especially if enriched with "precious" details as my Cocorose!
I admit, I hardly go down from the top of the heel 12, but sometimes I am forced to do it, especially if I wear a miniskirt.
As you will understand (I hope), I'm a lover of elegance ergo one that NOT approve the combination miniskirt (I speak of those mini mini) + heel 12. So those rare times when I decide to wear a skirt above the knee, the choice regarding the shoes, inevitably falls on the ballerinas and their elegance of yesteryear. The times of sobriety and simplicity, those of Audrey (Hepburn) to speak.
And you? Which school of thought you belong? Ballerinas yes or no? Vote! ;)

Marzo, i tulipani e il mio DW

The morning of March and the fresh tulips. The breakfast in a quiet corner of the city that reminds me so much the sunny Tuscan hills, with their expanses of sunflowers and old farmhouses transformed into estates. The smell of coffee and freshly baked croissants that blends with that of flowers just bought.

The silence and a moment of peace found in that concert of questions and emotions, positive and negative.

The passing time, always too fast or too slowly, but never as we want. I feel it, it's scanning the beats of a new season. A renewed spring, slowly, it's renewing me.

About time and scanned minutes, I remind you that until March 15 you can use the discount code thefashionprincess for the purchase of your favorite Daniel Wellington!

Semplicità

Simplicity is harmony. he greatest artists, the most talented writers, the best philosophers, know it.
Even the greatest advances in science are often simple solutions to problems that initially seemed complicated.
Simplicity is elegance. Not only in clothing, furnishings, style. Even in thought and in all kinds of activities. Not by coincidence, a particularly effective, very often called "elegant" in various professions and disciplines.
"Simplicity is the form of true greatness."
Simplicity is the beast where all the points are equidistant from the center, is the circle which has neither beginning nor end.
Simplicity is balance, which inevitably turns into harmony, peace, serenity.
Simplicity is the form of true greatness because it is the very heart of reality, stripped of unnecessary frills that mask the deficiencies.
Simplicity is beauty in its purest form. Perfection, truth, goodness, who are not afraid to show themselves because they have no defects.
Simplicity is the encounter with the true values of life.
The simplest things in life are also the most extraordinary. We just need to allow them to reveal their essence.

When September ends

The simplicity of a day in late September. A jeans and a white T-shirt. A trench on the shoulders, to shelter from the pleasant breeze that is already changing its warmth.
As if it were always so simple in life. That just simply is not.
And if there is an adjective that does not belong to this life, it is the simplicity. It does not even know what that means.
We are forced every day to climb thousands of steps, climb over walls to be able to enjoy the view.
And 'this is the key to everything: be aware of being alive. Remember that it is never too late to turn around to look at the sun. Again.

Sunday in pink

There are days when you'd be so, on a bench to enjoy, in the quiet of a calm and warm Sunday afternoon, the last breath of summer. You, the slight breeze that caresses your face, and your thoughts. With that nostalgia that brings each new September. As if it was all over, as if we were to prepare to face a new and unexplored life.