Here I’m wearing stripes again, this time as part of a challenge created by the incredibly passionate community of venezuelan fashion bloggers. I love stripes and wear them almost every-single-day (my husband and the doorman of our condo can testify this), so I don’t really mind repeating.
One of the difficulties of being an inmigrant is having to reduce your whole life to only two suitcases: you get rid of things that later realize you loved and things you thought you couldn’t survive without and now barely remember you had.
But when you also live on transit, things get even more complicated and creativity is a necessity insted of a choice. So what do you do? You put in practice those almost impossible to untie knots your dad teached you in order to hide a romper under a chuncky t-shirt et voilà! You got yourself a new pair of shorts.