Bidou Bidou ...
A
revolution. Ie a full rotation to return to the starting point.
Serial I Shoppeuse, serial shopper I stay.
Before, in my native country (far there, where there is calm and the weather (hinhin)), I could give free rein to my bad instincts spenders, I was deprived of time, resources and restrained by wise and reasonable chaperones (otherwise called "Mom" and "dirty brother go!").
... But here it is often beautiful, I have time (I finished at 12 o'clock, I return to 14H), there are plenty of nice shops and I have money (well. .. a little more ) and a choupi me follows, let me try and encourage me ... (ooh the vile!).
So here's the result:
- white jeans,
- a privateer yellow
- a white shirt (essential, I had more),
- a short trench (super class with that shirt )
- a red teeshirt
- a teeshirt Kenzo colorful (thank you Ebay!)
- a short skirt,
- and a summer dress, a real one, that I may be into robe (well what?) before , behind.
BUT this is not what I was talking about revolution.
(AhAhAh yes it was a trap! Aahahahhahah * laugh * Machiavellian)
I have a new love in my life.
soon as I saw it, I can become a necessity. (No this is not a gem or a bag).
I can not live without him.
I waited and hoped so long.
My Dishwasher !!
in petu 
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