Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark..

Mango V-neck sweater, RenegadeLovers maxi skirt, Vintage leopard jacket, Zara studded bucket bag, H&M hat & Dunnes shoes

Back to my daily grind. Okay not grind, I get a lot of shit from my friends who live in the city - "You cant possibly be stressed on the beach!" Well I got news for you, its possible. Especially if you're foolish enough to party a little two hard, two nights in a row (during the week, no less). Add a bottle of Aguardiente de Orujo - Aguardiente literally translates into "Firewater", you catch my drift - a half empty stomach, plastic cups as shot glasses, a little too much disco dancing, way too much brain dancing and all this at a Playboy Mansion themed jungle party. The results are; the most detrimental headache of the century, a seemingly developing ulcer and a mental note full of desperate regrets. You may judge me, for I myself am judging myself.. which leads me to the only solution my bruised party spirit is capable of dreaming up: I'm officially quitting drinking. For a month. So to all future Boracay visitors.. if you catch me anywhere sipping something served in a rock glass, feel free to tell me off. In fact, please tell me off.. and then maybe we can laugh about it and do a round of Jaegerbombs together. Kidding!!!

Luckily I love my job, so this tiny mishap isn't getting in the way of my happiness. Again, if you are on the island this summer, come visit me at Ti-Braz. Its located near boat station 1, we serve the best crepes known to mankind (50% off on Tuesdays!) and have most comfortable beach beds on the island. Yes I know, why do I ever complain about my life? We also have a twitter and a tumblr where I will unleash my new found obsession.. food shots. Yay me and good luck to your diets.

These photos were taken on the day before I left for Sweden. My Mom and I wandered around the city, ended up at Marbella Beach Club where we had a picnic on the pier, walked down the promenade to Puerto Banús and ended up shopping for sweets at Hipercor.. her clutching my camera like a weapon and snapping away all day long. I now understand why I have such an addiction to cameras. Really, hanging with my Mom explains so much now.. I also secretly blame her for my inclination to Häagen-Dazs ice cream.

XXX

Time runs a marathon, I need to carry on like every day's my last..

wearing random denim cut offs, thrifted knit assymetrical pocket tee, Zara studded bucket bag,+ boots, Republ1c tortoise round sunnies

Sunny winter days in the south of Spain mean bare legs - well, only while the sun is out. By 7pm I was freezing my buns off. But ultimately it was worth the extra airtime my skin got, I'm so not used to being so bundled up. We walked around Fuengirola, hit a Dunnes store (fave bargain shop), ate German sausages + potato salads at the best Video bar on the coast, did a grab & buy at the local Bershka and took home an entire cart of groceries on the way back.. the kids at my house are a hungry mob. They can be calmed down quite easily though, that is, if you have a bag of Jamon Serrano + Brie on you.

I just got back from my month long holiday and still have loads of photos to upload from both Marbella & Sweden. My flight seemed like an eternity, but Ive had a pretty perfect last few days to say the least, and my jet lag has not yet tried to ruin my life. The only complaint I really have is that the humidity is turning my hair into a birds nest. The sheer horror is so unbearable, I will spare you the evidence. Sleeping too much probably isn't helping either but hey.. I'm still on vacation.

♥

So you act, so you feel, so you are..

wearing TopShop shorts, Forever 21 opaque tights, baguio markets leg warmers, Zara boots, RenegadeLovers Ma-long bag

Im way behind on the posting, but I just have so many photos to post.. and no time to do so! These photos were taken a couple of weeks ago when my Mom and I decided to go to downtown Marbella and do a little shopping. The sunset was awesome and we ended up (as usual) at a supermarket. My new favorite past time is grocery shopping.. mainly because of the ridiculous amount of yogurt choices and the taste testings at the deli counter.

In 4 days I will be home and Im excited to see some people I have missed like crazy.. but for now I am in Sweden, sliding on icy roads, getting drunk on Bacardi Razz, disco dancing in a maxi dress, riding in cars with boys, standing in a massing McDonalds line at 3am, mac-n-cheese hangover remedies & vegging out in front of the TV wrapped in a fur blanket. Tomorrow we head down to Stockholm for a little shopping and to maybe build some snowmen and name them after boys.

Thanks for the emails & shopping tips for Sweden. Will make sure to check out Monki & Weekday ♥

And even though I can't be sure, memory tells me that these times are worth working for..

wearing Forever 21 skinny jeans, thrifted plaid shirt, Amisu leopard coat, Terranova leggings, Converse chuck taylors, vintage bag

Plans, plans, plans. My head is close to exploding. The weather is wonderful outside but I am at home in my pajamas, hair wrapped in a towel, and my heart full of gratitude. I have had more than enough time to think on my vacation, and cant wait to get back to work - too much downtime can kill braincells - and god knows I have not many left. Ive been blessed beyond measures these last few months, Ive rebounded like no other, and I am counting counting counting my endless blessings. Family to me is more important than life, and it goes hand in hand with love.. love above all. My holidays were filled with so much love, enough to make my heart burst..

Im in a last-few-days-scramble to pick up little gifts before I get on a plane to Sweden this weekend - I figured I couldnt leave without freezing my ass off in the snow, and I absolutely could not turn down my Paulina's invite.. I cant wait! Ive never been to Sweden, have you? What to do, what to do?

X

PS: For those asking, I am still in Marbella, Spain. These photos were taken at the mall.. Spanish sunny day sunsets are bomb!

How selfish of you to believe in the meaning of all the bad dreaming

wearing Forever 21 jeans, New Yorker bodysuit, DIY cross necklace, bag, jacket & boots stolen from Mom & Sis ♥

Dinner with the entire gang means watching the littlest ones run around barefoot in the sand at what was an average of 15 degrees, borderline embarrassingly exaggerated movements in front of the camera to satisfy a click-happy Mom, choice encounters with seemingly alcoholic (or bavarian) giant penguins, the discovery that frog, after all, really does taste like chicken and that a greasy chinese meal is best followed by an aperitif like a limoncello or a sambuca with floating coffee beans.

Its past my bedtime and after a whopper of a homemade steak meal, my sheets are so soft they are turning even my braincells to mush. With the way I'm eating, I can only hope my holiday weight gain will stay at 0.8kg.. honestly, doubtful.

Rrrrrrebajasssss, yes!

I've come to hate shopping for myself.. hooked on vintage shops, any kind of standard retail shopping has become a little too self indulgent for me. "But it is an exception." my Mom insists.. of course she is right. So under her encouragingly watchful eye, my sister and I proceeded to do a bit of damage during the post Christmas sales. First stop was H&M.. the rest was a blur. All I know is, I ended up with some pretty loose tanks, a hat & the perfect daytime leopard wedges from H&M, my new favorite pair of black chunky heels & studded bag from ZARA, maxi dresses & a wallet from TopShop, a warm scarf & gloves for next week's trip to chilly Sweden, a Tokidoki makeup bag and finally, an eyelash curler. (You must know that I have a lash-curl-phobia, since I chopped off my lashes with a shitty one, months ago) Sephora to the rescue? And those mini perfume sprays make for great gifts for my 1000 girlfriends.

More enjoyable that shopping for myself, is shopping for gifts.. its like the best thing in the world. My only problem is, I dont know how to stop.. leading me to spending almost half of what went out the window yesterday, on others.

Best purchase? Penguin socks from TopShop. Uh... I'll explain another time! hahha ♥

Want you to take me like a thief in the night

wearing TopShop dress, KT Kate Torralba fishnet stockings, Zara booties, gifter vintage jacket & vintage Chanel

Leave it up to my brothers to plan the most elaborate NYE celebration I have had in years. First time I partied in heels too.. in 6 years! We booked a table at Funky Buddha, a 6 liter bottle of Belvedere, several bottles of Champagne, a shisha & cigars. The Marbella nightlife is so different from what I am used to but being with my 3 brothers, 2 sisters and their friends was a joy. I witnessed a verbal altrication between two groups of spanish girls in the bathrooms, two of them wearing tutus which added even more comic effect. A random unattractive man in his maybe mid 30's thought my derrière was a self service buffet and went in for a little grab while I was clamoring to push my way back towards our table.. If there had been more space, and I had not been wearing ankle-breakers, I might have smacked him upside the head but in my alcoholic haze, everything just seemed like too much of an effort. After a minor dramatic scene before we made our way home, we were greeted by my mother with offers of breakfast and soup.. she's pretty much the coolest Mom around. The night didnt end before a round table discussion while the sun was rising.. about the poor guy who thought he could harrass my little sister in front of all her older siblings, about how some guys cant wait to get a bathroom and why we need a hobbit protector in our midst. All in all a very happy new start to a hopefully happy new year!

How did you start your new year? ♥