Oh, if tomorrow comes, I wanna waste my love on you like a pearl merchant..

 [wearing thrifted loose tank, Boom Sason Pants, Zara heels, vintage blazer & bag]

I'm bored with being sick. The weather in Marrakech last weekend was hot and dry, leading me to drink lots of (anything) liquid, amounting to an admittedly copious amount of all things alcoholic. What's new.. So it was no surprise to anyone that I would spend almost an entire week in bed afterwards, suffering the pains of a much-delayed mega-hangover, while sniveling over the final season of Grey's Anatomy, deep house music surfing on you tube and learning how to make soup out of whatever what left in my fridge. Although back to work now, my cough has stayed relentless, causing me many hours of sleep a night. Insert "I hate Mondays" rant here..

Kech seriously rocks me hard, and if it wasn't for the increasingly exaggerating dry desert summer-heat over there, I probably would have packed up and left Rabat and moved south. But I guess I'll just save my energy for when I am back there next month.. I know, the party never stops. It's like it follows me around everywhere I go........... Not that I'm complaining, or anything ;)

x

Hearts.. Hearts that break the night in two

[Dane wearing Boom Sason Kate shirt, Sabrina wearing Boom Sason La Moss pants]

 There are very few things I love doing more than clubbing with my baby sister. She is shockingly grown up for her age, and inherited my painfully rebellious streak. Also, she mouths off like no other and comprehends my sarcasm and growing disdain for all things mediocre and uptight. Two untamed peas in an unpredictable pod. 

I would be lying If I said I was surprised that she couldn't keep her fingers off my Boom Sason pants, for their irresistible factor is through the roof. So we stomped out together arm in arm, both wearing the same designer and both single and under the influence.. and I was finally able to see my lovely high school girlfriend, Kenza, after a whopping amount [14?] of years too. Marrakech nightlife can't be underestimated, and neither should be the amounts of liquor available for consumption. Can't wait for more of that next weekend, when I am Kech-bound all over again.. hopefully with some sun by the pool this time..

Boom Sason is releasing her Swimwear collection soon. View teaser HERE. 

Topple you down from your sky forty stories high

 [wearing Boom Sason La Moss pants, Zara top, blazer & heels, vintage bag]

Who would have thought clubbing in Marrakech could be so much fun? After the touristy touring, it was time to switch into shoes I can't run in and my now newest wardrobe favorite; my Boom Sason pants. I have always avoided anything leathery looking around my thighs because of my shape, and generally assumed leather + bootay = NO. But it looks like I was wrong. And the night after, my little sister managed to convince me to let her wear them.. Looord have mercy on her soul if I find her trying to sneak them into her suitcase, haha!

So these days I am nothing but tired. Tired tired tired. Everything seems to be sucking the life out of me. And spending 9 hours on a train yesterday amongst screaming children on vacation probably pushed me so far towards the edge that only a half a bottle of wine and 2 hours of chain smoking could bring me back down to earth. 

Tomorrow is Friday and then Saturday and you know what that means............... I get to sleep all day. 

Ohhh yes baby.

There’s a crack in your gaze like those broken days, am i seeing things...

[wearing black sweater from Greenhills, Topshop maxi dress, H&M mens hat]

These photos were taken on day 1 in Marrakech the other week. I have gotten many compliments on this outfit from the locals, perhaps because it is as unshapely and conservative as I could possibly make a daytime outfit? But it was perfect for strolling around the Medina, visiting museums, villas and being mugged by snake charmers. I'm not particularly afraid of them, but when the scales snagged on my hair I have to admit, I had to fight the urge to throw it at some passersby.

Slow and steady is my mantra these days.. everything is slowly falling into place, after a month here, I don't wake up wondering where I am anymore and have gotten used to sleeping in a big bed all by myself. If fact, I am enjoying my time out and really treasuring the time I get to spend in bed with my new friends, the cast of Grey's Anatomy. I know I'm a bit late on that, but seriously, when is it ever too late to start swooning over McSteamy's McSteamy-ness and the fact that Denny Duquette is the most devastatingly handsome ghost in the history of television..

But not to worry, in an attempt to maintain my above average drinking talent, i got all dressed up last Friday and worked my way through bottles and bottles of white wine and earned myself a big fat hangover the legit way. You know, just in case..

PS: That there, is my little sister and YES; she is all kinds of gorgeousness and rainbows. ♥

Gold and silver lined my heart but burned into my brain all these stolen images

So. While the weather here in Rabat is toying with my emotions, I am dreaming of summer and spending some time by a large body of water, any body of water. I have been warned of the wrath of the summer gods and am already grinning at the thought of 40-50°C, I mean, seriously? I'm gonna wither and dry up if I don't stay near a pool. Nothing left to do but plan some vacation time to maybe run off to Essaouira for a weekend or two..

 These last few weeks have been a journey in itself, like a post apocalyptic-breakup cleaning up mission. Its like everything has to fall down around you and be broken before you can see yourself again, for the first time in a long time. I have always suffered from my innate "talent" to let myself go completely and surrender to my passion and my unwavering faith that maybe happiness just might be around the corner, at last. The result of these emotional kamikaze missions, are usually a broken heart, and yet, the desire to do it all over again.

 Some say the heart knows best, some say it is foolish, I say, it is resilient. It is a muscle made of wishes and wonders and hope and undying love, and if you are wise enough to decide that every kink and every sprain on this muscle can be healed and rehabilitated, then you shouldn't dread putting it to good use, over and over again.

 It is, after all, a muscle ♥