knitwear H&M, bag Zara, shirt Topshop, ring vintage
When I was younger - much younger - around 6 y.o., at some point the most important thing for me became an ability to posses a doll that was the same size as I was, and looked just like real. I had spent several nights sleepless, dreaming that very soon I would have played with a doll that was the same size as I was, and looked just like real. I thought it was beyond anyone's comprehension to understand how cool it was! I waited, and waited, and counted days... To my child's perception, full of impatient anticipation, those days stretched just like my favourite strawberry chewing gum. Finally sleepless nights came to the end... the day had come!
Not sure I can choose any words that can fully describe what I felt when I first held her, when I first felt her heaviness, and how happy I was to have a doll that was the same size as I was, and looked just like real - for I am not sure child's excitement when dreams come true can be described at all - only gone through. Amanda became my best friend - we did everything together! We ate, went for a walk and to bed, talked and set in silence.... and I could swear she heard and understood me like no one else.
I don't know when and how exactly our friendship came the point when she moved from my bed to the upper shelf of a huge wardrobe, where my mother kept things neatly organised with an enviable accuracy. Guess it happened when I grew up... My best friends now were lipsticks and high heels that were shamelessly confiscated from mothers closet. And real people... Not all of them were as faithful as was Amanda, but still, I think, she was first who taught me what real friendship is. She taught me how fortunate it is to have a friend, how hard it is to choose the right ones. How important it is to never leave them, and how painful it is to lose them. I would feel terribly ashamed for abandoning her, but deep down we both know I have never abandoned her - she is just waiting for the right time in the future...
There is no better time for thinking about important things in your life than when there is golden Autumn outside your window and you spend days in bed, trying to fight running nose and high temperature. Everything around you slows down - as opposed to the usual vortex of events. You spend your evening watching "Un homme et une femme", listening to the light music and trying to remember the significant moments of your life, that in the daily fuss fade away - day by day... Such days are important... Have a nice weekend all, lots of love, Naomi