It’s not Monday, it’s MORODAN Day on Molecule F – shop this Alina Botea dress from Molecule F‘s Showroom
Photos by Serban Cristea
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I can’t remember if I ever told you that when I was little and while growing up I lived in the same building with lots of old ladies. Boy, they were elegant and chic dames! Most of them were my grandmother’s friends. They were friends and neighbors since each one of them had moved into the building, and shared almost everything with each other.
I was visiting and staying with my grandmother a lot at that time so at every tea party, at every cards night, for every life advice session, I was there. Every time one of them felt that I might have a problem, they would gather the council and start teaching me all kinds of stuff.
I never realized until I was a mature individual how much this living with them experience helped me. How this always helped me be more mature than my age, how I learned not to make dramas all the time but instead get my shit together and move on, how I have to take care of my things and always look elegant, not fashionable. Sure, I also learned that Gin Tonic is the best medicine, that smoking cigarettes is nothing wrong, that I always have to keep my head up high even if I did a stupid shit, and also if a man doesn’t hold the door for me, I should dump him right away.
In their honor, from time to time, I visit those parks that are specially designed for the elder. I look at them while they are playing chess, talking, laughing, and I remember all of them – the twisted bunch of ladies who lived in my grandmother’s building.
I miss you guys and I want you to know that I will never forget you!
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Ok, that’s it, run along now, goodbye!
I know it’s not the purpose of the article, but smoking is far from nothing wrong. 🙂
Indeed it’s a personal choice that no one has the right to advice about, much healthier habit than others and so on.
Topic related – old ladies ruleaza. 🙂
This is such a thoughtful post, I really love what you said; I didn’t grow up with classy ladies around me, but I did wore my grandma’s jewelry and shoes in the house imagining I was a princess or something noble, haha.
ah, si bunica mea era cam la fel 🙂 erau asa savuroase toate “fetele” 🙂 aveau mereu povesti bune, parul mereu aranjat, un strop de mov prin par, si neaparat ruj si bujori in obrajori 🙂
ce dor mi s-a facut de ele 🙂
lovely lovely story Ana, reminds me of my lovely grandma, i had a special relationship with her
such warm images, love the story, and the dress is beautiful 😉 kiss
love the dress so much, great story today!!!!
ce dragut *_* love your style
you have the zazazu dear! amazing life you have, and you share so much of it with us <3<3<3 oh, you melt my heart <3<3<3
this would make such a great series on TV #laugh
cool baby
i didn’t grow up with my grandma, actually i didn’t spend much time at all with my grandparents, but i absorb stories like this with every drop, they are fsinating to me, and i like to imagine how it would have been like. old ladies are fasinating, espeially beause they are classy and fun at the same time. true true!
i adore alina botea’s outfits! so feminine! great memories, beautiful ana!
how trully special #kiss ! love to walk around parks like this!
Imprimeul face totul…
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Hugs my dear contessa!