Welcome, Princess K.!

I wish all the happiness in the world to my brother, his wife and their newborn baby girl!

Privacy and thigh-high boots

Since I went public with my romance-filled rendez-vous with Chris R., I have received a couple of concerned comments from my close friends and family regarding privacy. When I first became interested in blogging, I spent a lot of time evaluating the levels of openness I would be willing or able to excercise in public. I was worried about hate-mail, and I was concerned about people getting under my skin.

At first I thought that if I posted pictures where my face was not clearly visible, I would be safe from all potential harm. Later on I adopted (or I thought I did) a way of writing that did not reveal much about my personality. After I had been blogging for a couple of months, my close friends and family told me that even without a lot of actual personal content, my blog was very much about myself, and it very clearly pointed out to my readers who I was.

Regarding my newly found happiness with Chris R., I have started wondering why it is such a taboo in my country to express one's happiness in public. I almost sense confusion on top of everything else from a lot of people when they become face to face with another person's happiness. I wonder why it is more acceptable to complain openly about one's life in public, than to say that one is content? Are we letting fear dictate our lives because we are so scared of jinxing things? Or is happiness somehow better if you keep it to yourself? Perhaps the success of reality-tv, gossip magazines, online diaries and blogs is a sign of us craving to get close to other people and their lives, and yet we are still obsessed with hiding ourselves instead of showing.

I want to thank everyone for posting such positive comments in my comments section, and I also want to thank my close friends and family for caring about me and my happiness, and for wanting to protect me. In the meantime I will keep writing about things I feel like writing about, and I will not worry too much about jinxing happiness by being open about it.

NYC Hangover

It feels almost unreal to be back at home. As I am writing this and looking out of the window, it is snowing horizontally. Oh, winter has officially arrived!

I really had the greatest time ever in New York City. It is a remarkable place, even though the crowds and the general buzz were almost a little too much at times. Perhaps it was just about experiencing so much new stuff in such a short amount of time that made everything feel almost overwhelming, but in the best sense possible.

I have only started unpacking today. I hadn't quite realised how much shopping one can do in a couple of days. Not all of my (our) shopping was unpractical though, which I am very proud of! It was colder in NYC than I had expected, so Chris got me a super warm beanie:

The sunnies are new as well. Oh, Century 21 is such a chaotic place, but if you can get a pair of Paul Smith sunglasses for less than $60, it's worth the trouble! Oh, and these:

Yes, Chris is the greatest. I mean, a man who insists that he simply must get me a pair of John Galliano mary-janes... what could possibly be wrong with him..?

I guess at this point it is pretty obvious who my secret admirer was earlier this fall (the one that sent me flowers to work). I know, I know, I have been pampered in a way that borders on ridiculous, but hey, I am not complaining!

And this is me, getting back to reality... I bought the tunic and the velvet leggings at Urban Outfitters, and the ankle boots are from Aldo.

Introducing Chris R.

Those of you who read my comments section know that there is one person who always has something to say, regardless of what type of nonsense I write about. The mysterious Chris R. started leaving long, thoughtful and personal messages on my blog somewhere around May. There was something about the way he wrote that made me think that a) he is no ordinary guy, and b) that I must know him from somewhere.

First it was him leaving comments and me replying to them on this blog of mine. Then comments turned into mega-sized e-mails, then e-mails gave way to voice letters, voice letters became 7-hour-long phone conversations and webcamming, and finally this past weekend, phone and internet became real life. Me and Chris R. met in New York City.

It is the weirdest feeling ever to sense that you just know someone, but to only actually meet them afterwards. It is the best feeling of all to find out that everything you thought and imagined about that person is exactly the way you wanted it to be.

Hair!

I hadn't seen my hairdresser in the longest of time known to people with short haircuts. Yes, I had metamorphosed into the fifth member of the Beatles in the six months of not having gone to see her. Well, MacGyver is gone now! Teea, I don't know what I would do without you!

I don't know what it is about hairdressers, really, that makes them stick. I have gone to the same one for years now, and would not ever even consider seeing someone else. We have gone through a lot together, me and Teea, and every time I see her I just know that she knows what I am about.

I got these tights at H&M. I love it how they make me look part-zombie with major frost bites, and limbs about to fall off.

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