Beige

Deep down, all the while, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she kept casting desperate glances over the solitary waster of her life, seeking some white sail in the distant mists of the horizon. She had no idea by what wind it would reach her, toward what shore it would bear her, or what kind of craft it would be – tiny boat or towering vessel, laden with heartbreaks or filled to the gunwhales with rapture. But every morning when she awoke she hoped that today would be the day; she listened for every sound, gave sudden starts, was surprised when nothing happened; and then, sadder with each succeeding sunset, she longed for tomorrow. —MADAME BOVARY, Part I, Chapter IX
Så fint så fint! Är jättesugen på att införskffa dom rosa skorna men har absolut ingen aning om vart dom finns men jag får väl leta tills jag hittar dom!
Gillar shortsen också, har för mig att jag har sett ett sådant tyg så man kanske ska försöka se om man kan sy några sånna själv. :)





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