It's the end of an era. But the start of a new one.

Yes, I know what you think, she made such a buzz in her last post for her big and upcoming comeback and then- nothing. I have all the excuses in the world (I started a new job, I was on a vacation, my dog ate the homework and so) but the truth will be a combination between two main things. the first will be my laziness, yes I admit that I have a difficult time starting things but in the end I know that only if I force myself things will start to move on (still working on that!). the second will be the fact that I didn't knew where to start, you see, it has been for so long since I last appeared on the blogosphere that I didn't knew from where to begin. I was missing for a long period and I experienced, saw, learned, felt so many things that every time I tried to think about my "first for the past two years" post all my thoughts begun all massy and blended. So I 

decided to start from blank, open a new page, to do a reintroducing.

Hello, I'm Dooshi and Meydale is my blog. Here you have the chance to absorb a bit of my quirky style. Be my guests!

 (Black turtle neck top from American apparel, basic black maxi skirt from s.wear, white reebok sneakers and Rhea Thierstein head band)

what an excitement!

She's beck and now for good! 

meydale is back in town and am so exited my dears 

Sassy, cooler and improved 

To be continued...

everybody twenty

No, I'm not talking to you from the far far away planet that it seemed as i kidnapped to.. I know it's been ages since our last chitchat but its only because of one tiny little reason that sometimes pronounced as life, that isn't always goes side by side with my wills. be sure that I'm trying my best to be around here as much as I can, but enough with all the excuses cause there are better things to talk about at this days, something like me turned twenty, two weeks ago (excitement mixed with the twentieth-life crisis). yeah my dear fellows, your loyal blogger is no longer a kiddo, although I still look like one, how else will you explain that when I say I'm twenty the first thing people ask is "really?!" (I still believe that at sixty it will work for me..) 

I think that I will sum it all up with a quote of a friend of mine and say that for twenty I'm starting to embrace the "hardcore polish aunt" look (Maybe I don't have the oldie look but I'm oldie in my soul-see, this is hardcore)

 

 

(vintage Christian Dior silk flowered blouse, American apparel rope belt, Zara silver sandals, lalin straw hat, rhea thierstein flower head band and urban outfitters gold watch) 

matzah is all that i can see!

A pinch from the last pop flowering fashion productions that I thought will match the spring vibz that surrounding me this days. I don't see something else that can go better with the holiday that known also as the festival of spring aka Passover than those bloom shots (I know what you think, someone here got the spring fever, I plead guilty).

Happy blossoming!(oh yeah and Passover too...)

its thrift o'clock

Know those times when you feel that doing something specific will be the exact thing that will fulfill you for the next few days?! have I sprinkled it too much for you, ok let's do it more accurate, there are times when doing a good sopping hunt can make all my mess go away for a sec. it's like you feel that right now it's the only thing that can do you good. Sounds superficial and girly girl stereotype but I am a girl after all and i guess this is something genetic or some feature that came from the monkey and survived evolution till our days. 

A few weekends ago this kind of feeling has land on me threaten of not living till I will decide to do something about it. so I remembered that every time I passed the street that led me to my sewing course I saw those little new designers and second hand shops that were scattered there and I thought that one day I should make time to walk there around. That exact day was the perfect timing for my little sopping tour. After walking around a beat I found some this hand store that had tons of clothes that covered the wall from head to toe with two rows of clothes one above the other. It was almost impossible to walk over there if there are more than two people, but I loved it! Another opportunity to search among the rags and find my treasures. Couldn't ask for more at the moment...      

 (thrifted light blue coat, my grandma, so as white pants, David Koma for topshop belt, bebaroque tights and carvela chunky boots)

(thrifted vest, toddler denim shirt from gap, and Miss Selfridges limited edition shoes)

p.s. can't say that what happening here lately is the optimal situation, but under the circumstances my blog stays abandoned all week long and get some attention from while to while on the weekends. but set aside your concerns, its ain't permanent and in a couple months you will hear me more, promise.

ma petit garçon

I think that I always had the dilemma if investing (financially of course) in a piece, no piece it's not the appropriate name for those kind of things, I think that creation will serve me better, is worth any amount of money. I never thought that I will cross this dilemma so soon in my luckofexperiences life (I mean I still need to earn some wisdom). But things happens and one thing led to another and before I noticed my innocent visit of "I just want to look around and draw some inspiration" to Dover street market (for more information and memory refresh see this entry) has become dooshi's choice starring me, my sister. My mother and two bohemian sellers trying to help me choose which comme des garcons shirt I should live the store with. if you happen to be hasty (like me from time to time) and jumped first to the photos before checking what am I chattering about this time, I guess you saw that eventually I left the store with new and existing addition to my developing wardrobe. so if you ask me I guess that my opinion will be that as long as you have the means and as long it doesn't become some kind of an ugly addiction that lead you to purchase some tasteless pieces, investing in high fashion stuff is fine by me. 

Just remember to keep your feet on the ground!    

   

Once I wore it I carried the obligation of capture and document each part of it 

(Wearing comme des garcons button shirt, h&m dress, Stradivarius tights, Miss Selfridge limited addition shoes and little brown bag that was belonged to my grandma)

George isn't at home



If you happen to be permanent follower of Meydale I guess you noticed that between my last post and the one before it there was a gap of a week. Maybe I'm not the kind of bloggers who update their blog each day but even for me seven days between posts is not my posting routine. Well unfortunately I brought this absence issue in here not to say that it is going to change anytime soon but the complete opposite. Since last Monday I have joined to some project that keep me busy all week long except from weekends, which means that start from now posts are going to appear only during weekends for the next few month. I know it's not the optimal situation but I don't have any other choice. Hope all of you who read and catch up with me from time to time will understand. Meanwhile I know that for long time I didn't post a "me" post, so I live you with that... 

(sister by sibiling for topshop sweater, yellow plaid skirt from my grandma so as black belt, stradivarius tights, carvela chunky ankle boots, H&M grey knitted hat and UO gold watch)