Little (fashion) statements between moving boxes, total chaos and the borderline to crazytown. 

There could have been no other title for my last outfit post before my wardrobe changed to a total mess and all of my stuff I dragged over here during the past year has found its place in some moving boxes. Painful to look at. Mommy, will get you out of there in a few hours!

As I write this, I just can’t believe what a total chaos the last days have been. No sleep, no acceptable food, no time for anything – it was all about writing, packing, moving, smoking a whole tobacco field, transfusing coffee into my veins, handing stuff in and deciding what to store over here and what to get back to Cologne. After all, that’s not a very healthy lifestyle (oh, wait a minute.. what actually is?!) – rather poisoned me and let me frequently (DAILY) freak out about something new.

Perfectly matching my poisonous, bitchy mood (the man by my side is a hero – his awards would need an extra storage room), I decided to go for the pleated neon skirt I was talking about in this post.

As I was making my point clear about LONG pleated skirts last year (and still it’s a clear NO THANKS!), I was thrilled when this precious little thing of least year’s pleated mum fell into my hands. No weird length, no dumb colour (because I just can’t see these long granny-things hanging on girls’ hips in light rosé and other PASTEL-LIKE colours) – this had to be my baby.

Combining it to black items might be neither adventurous nor creative but for now I preferred to stay on the classic, low-keyed (also: safe) side at first.  No accessories, no knick-knack. That’s how I do it all the time – before I put such a shrill thing in scene I always test it a little first, get the feeling for it and see how comfortable I feel in it.

Résumé? Totally comfortable, self-confident and ready to mingle. With a perfect weather-trend forecast, this skirt will have its summer to shine – the real neon-bomb will be dropped soon, no worries!