Jump(er) for Christmas

Aah, those jolly good times are near again. Festive blinking lights, Christmas tunes, and loads of sweets and delicious food. What is not to love, right? (Except too many freakin' people EVERYWHERE - Excuse me, that is my 'In desperate need of some time off of work' desire talking). I've been bumping my Christmas feeling already for weeks. Those who follow me on Instagram might have noticed/gotten annoyed by this already (username: sneilorak). Seriously, is there a better way to submerge in an instant Christmas feeling than by wearing an awesome Christmas jumper? 

Yes, getting my hands on a Christmas jumper was one of my already (in)famous quests, and I've been wearing it to bits these past two weeks. Because a) it's Christmassy, b) it has a pinguin on it and c) not just any pinguin, but a CHRISTMAS pinguin. And I have got to get all the wear out of it I possibly can because wearing a Christmas jumper in February or March might just come off as a bit silly. Or rebellous cool. I'm still in doubt. 

I cannot wait for it to be Christmas eve and to finally unwrap my presents. I even put a present for myself from myself underneath the tree, because I fancy the unwrapping so much. I deeply apologise for my excitement, apparently I tend to get quite carried away about numerous things. ("It cannot be your 'best time of the year, Karolien, because you already said that was Halloween". Booh.)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, DEAR READERS! 

  Coat: River Island (from last year) - Scarf: Zara - Beanie: Choies - Christmas jumper: Boohoo - Jeggings, necklace: H&M - Boots: Dr. Martens - Bag: Ebay

 

 
 
 

We Wear: Grey Grey Grey

Coat: New Yorker's - Jumper: Urban Outfitters - Skinnies: H&M - Boots: Steve Madden

I thought it would be appropriate to wear all grey in a time of mourning. Yes, you read that correctly. Those following me on Twitter or Instagram may already know that I had to say goodbye to one of my cats last week. The second one actually, in little more than a year's time. She turned fifteen but decided that was old enough. I'm heartbroken but I know she's having a good time now soaking up the sun and playing with some mice. You take care, my dear lioness!

I bought this jumper last winter at Urban Outfitters. It reflects me being a crazy cat lady in pale pink, so nothing screams "Lies" more than this acrylic friend (unfortunately). The scalloped neckline makes the whole thing a bit more feminine. I say that as if pale pink cats and hearts aren't feminine enough.

The boots make me feel like I'm walking around in Sovjet Russia and sound like there are spurs attached to them. So I'm kind of a lonesome cowgirl in the wild wild Russia. In case you haven't noticed, I like visualising everything. To really make you get the whole thing, you know? Like really get. And I do that because there are a lot of things in the world that I just really don't understand, unable to wrap my head around. So when it comes to fashion and outfits, I want everything to be crystal fucking clear.

I'm also pretty sure I want a new tattoo / multiple new tattoos. Sorry mom, you had to find out one way or another. It might have something to do with some sticky tattoos that ended up on our arms last Friday, but I'm not sure. That same night might also be the culprit for that tired expression that's stuck on my face, however I refuse to acknowledge that. Sleep is overrated anyway. Except on Mondays.

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I do have another partner in crime, my lonely wanderer called Mylo. She's the only one left, so now it's just her and me against the world. They all seemed alike because they were all black and white, but I assure you I'm talking about three different cats and I'm not schizophrenic.