I’m going to confess something. Again. I swear, this blog has turned more into a diary, than an actual fashion blog. Well, you like it, I know you do.
What makes me really happy? It’s actually really simple. Singing. Out loud. The louder, the better. Which isn’t very welcome at home, which I do understand. We already have two cats, I’m sure they don’t want another one howling. So what do I do then? I go to my most favourite place in the world, my (not my my, but like my) forest, where I get to sing as loud as I can and no one will give an actual fuck. I’m exhausted when I get home, but I feel great. Cheap form of therapy.
Well, let’s just say that this time, things went a little different. My forest is usually pretty empty. As I was convinced I was alone, I was singing along with one of my favourite songs: Natalia Kills-Problem. When all of a sudden, the Brugsche Joggers Club, passed me by, from both sides. You can imagine the looks on their faces. Especially when you know that the lyrics of that song aren’t exactly ‘clean’. I just brought being ashamed to a whole new level. Thank god, that I was wearing my sunglasses, so no one recognized me, I think. But, what if I now missed my big shot at becoming Belgian’s next idol? Ha!