What women can do

If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him; and it will then be but poor consolation to believe the world equally in the dark. There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment, that it is not safe to leave any to itself. We can all begin freely -- a slight preference is natural enough to be really in love without encouragement. In nine cases out of ten a woman had better show more affection than she feels. Bingley likes your sister, undoubtely; but he may never do more than like her, if she does not help him on. 

But she does help him on, as much as her nature will allow. If I can perceive her regard for him, he must be a simpleton, indeed, not to discover it too. 

Remember Eliza, that HE does not know Jane's disposition as you do. 

But if a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out. 

Perhaps he must, if he sees enough of her. But, though Bingley and Janemeet tolerably often, it is never for many hours together; and as they always see each other in large mixed parties, it is impossible that every moment should be employed in conversing together. Jane should therefore make the most of every half-hour in which she can command his attention. When she is secure of him, there will be leisure for falling in love as much as she chuses... 

                                                                  Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, 1813

Everything happens for a reason

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there...to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. 

Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. 

Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul.Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create whom you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart. 

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make every day count. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.

Talk to people whom you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to.

Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create you own life and then go out and live it.

Origins

Vi capita mai di interrogarvi sulle vostre origini, o meglio ancora sulle vostre radici?
A me si!
Forse perché da sempre sono combattuta dalla voglia di lasciare l'Italia e il dispiacere di lasciare quelli che sono i miei affetti, soprattutto i miei genitori e mio fratello.
Non che io voglia restare a vita con i miei, ma è diverso andare in un'altra nazione dove sei completamente sola.
Ricordo come se fosse ieri, avevo circa 13 anni e dissi a mia mamma: "A 18 anni vado a Londra, voglio vivere là!".
Ero poco più che una bambina.... ma con questa stramba idea di emigrare cucita addosso.
A Londra ci sono andata... tante volte, ma non mi sono mai trasferita, forse sono un po' pentita di questa scelta, ma credo di essere ancora in tempo per rimediare :D.
In realtà dopo il liceo, la laurea, ho immediatamente trovato lavoro (che culo! Direte voi!)... ma non è esattamente quello che si dice un buon lavoro!
L'idea era: mi laureo e vado via, era quando la mia vita era tutta ok, i miei genitori stavano bene e grossi problemi non ce n'erano. A pochi mesi prima della laurea questa proposta di lavoro, segretaria in una piccola azienda, c'era bisogno di una ragazza che parlasse inglese. Io avevo bisogno di soldi.... e così, sono ancora qui, con tutte le insoddisfazioni del caso.
Però tutto precipita a causa della malattia di mia mamma.
E ora la paura è tanta... dentro di me so che dovrei andare per avere una chance in più, vivere in una città cosmopolita a sole 2 ore e mezza di aereo da casa non sarebbe improponibile.
Cominciare tutto da capo.
Certo sarei sola.
Sola significa, sola e contare solo su messa. Londra è il posto migliore dove non sentirsi soli, intendo che è molto facile conoscere gente. Poi ci sarebbe il lavoro, avrei poco tempo per pensare.
Ecco allora che si fanno anche vive le mie radici di napoletana, il mare, il sole, il caldo, la famiglia, la pizza.... mi viene da chiedermi se riuscirei a vivere per sempre in una terra che ogni volta mi ha dato tanto, che considero la mia seconda patria, ma non è la mia.
Penso ai miei genitori, a mia mamma...
E mi dico, che se a 29 anni farei questa scelta... sarebbe una scelta per la vita.
So, però che una cosa mi aiuterebbe tanto, non essere sola.

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Have you ever questioned about your origins or better sayin’ about your roots?

I have!

Maybe ‘cause I keep on struggling toward that desire to move from Italy and the regret to leave my dear one, above all my parents and my brother.

I don’t mean I wanna live with my parents forever, but I guess it is different moving in another country where you’re completely alone.

I have a clear memory to my mind I was about 13 and told my mum “when I turn 18 I’m moving to London!”

I was more or less a child.. with that strong weird idea to move.

I’ve been to London… loads of times, but I’ve never moved. Probably I regret that choice, but I think I’m still in time to go through it ;)

After the high school, the degree, I’ve immediately found a job (lucky girl! You would probably say that!)… but it is not exactly what is called a great job (I’ve already told you that!)

My idea was: I take the degree and I move then, it was so when my life was ok, my parents were healthy, and there weren’t any problem. Just few months before my graduation, that job, secretary in a small company, they needed a girl who can speak English. I needed money… and so, here I am again, together with all the dissatisfactions.

But everything went wrong because of my mum’s illness.

We got a bad experience, but all is well that ends well.

Now, I am so afraid… if I talk to myself I know I have to move, to take my chance, living in a cosmopolitan city just 2 and half flight hour far from home, it is not so unacceptable.

The beginning of a new life.

I know I would be alone.

Being alone means all by myself. London is the better place where you don’t feel alone, I mean, it’s easy meeting new people. A new job will help, I would have less time to think.

That is the moment where my Neapolitan roots appear, the sea, the sun, the hot, the family, the pizza (there's no substitute for it!!!)…. I’m wondering if I could live forever in a country that gave me more and more and it gives me every time I come, I consider it my second home, but it’s not my home.

I think of my parents, my mum… and I feel bad. 

And I say to myself that if I chose something like that, it will be a choice for life.

There is one thing, I know, that would help me, don't be alone.

Tenderness

Being Tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually Shhh'ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah, blah. Don't let someone steal your tenderness. Don't allow the coldness and the fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart.
Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Wheter it's a song. A stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all - Look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.

Zooey Deschanel

Let's talk about..........collant!

Non chiedetemi come mai mi sia venuto in mente questo post, forse perchè sono alla ricerca di un paio di calze carine.
Quest'anno mi è parso di capire che vadano tanto i collant a pois... all'inizio non mi piacevano, poi li ho visti indossati sotto vestitini di maglia o con anche le parigine.. e devo dire che sono proprio fashion :)
E di quelle ricamate cosa ne pensate?
A me non piacciono particolarmente...  o forse non mi sono mai piaciute... però magari con l'abbigliamento giusto sono ok anche loro ;)
E delle autoreggenti cosa ne pensate?
Le trovo estremamente sexy... anche se ho la sensazione (provata) che scivolino via.....
Però c'è questa super soluzione delle finte autoreggenti... che secondo me è adatta per stare a proprio agio.
E le stringate?
Asos ne propone una versione carina, non trovate?

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Don't ask me why this post came to my mind, maybe because I'm looking for some nice stockings.

This year's cutting-edge are the polka dot tights... at the beginning I didn't like them so much, then I saw them matched with sweater dresses, or together with the parisienne tights... they're sooo fashion! :)

What about embroidered lace tights?

I'm not a supporter of those one, I've never loved them... but maybe with the right clothing, they can be good ;)

And what about thigh-highs?

I find them so sexy.... even if I feel (a proven feeling) that they fall....

But there's this clever solution of fake thigh-highs... according to me it is suitable to be at ease.

And how about the mock back lace up tights? 

Asos introduces a nice version, don't you think?