Inspiration board vs. memories from the east

Since I dash to the blogosphere three years ago I consistently tried to represent my perspective on the fashion scene that start from my modest house and ends with the world's major fashion capitals (not that I pretend to be some kind of a big fashion persona) and try not to touch my personal life (no family, no friends it's not that I'm some kind of a loner. I think so. No I'm not. yes. no!). But it's irresistible some times basically because my life is my main inspiration.

well the reason I pour my heart all of the sudden and telling you all of these rubbish is because two months ago I spent the most carefree and magical two months in the island of Sri Lanka (for all of the confusers out there- the island is located south to India). All the sites, experiences and especially the Indian Ocean have contributed a lot to my fashion inspiration. So see this post as an inspiration bored made by me although this time shot and experienced by me.

(pics took with my friend canon and my waterproof disposable camera)  

 Both crop tops (purple and red) made by a talented local seamstress from what used to be a local bought scarves (both designed by me)

 (sheer skirt-American Apparel, bodysuit- dance shop, fake palladium-downtown HC, flowers necklace- Hawaii)

 (white buttoned shirt- old navy, ripped off jeans- levis from the flea market, brown oxfords- Adi Kilav)

      

Trying to fill up my archive

The hardest thing so far I deal with while writing this blog is finding the first sentence. No matter if I have tones of things to write about or nothing at all at my messy brain. I always knew that wards wasn't my thing but somehow I still found myself forcing my so called sissy hands to tap on my father (in progress of getting my own) laptop when I'm already supposed to be in my third dream if I want to survive my special working day tomorrow (the mayoral election day-my week summit-the icing on the cake-the T REX of all dinosaurs -king Kong of all gorillas-bla). But enough eating your brains, I've got another conflation to make (did you start sing that song too, no just me, ok) I've changed. Well at least my appearance changed a bit in the last time (years) I supposed it's all happened when I took my blog writing brake. Well it's a story for another time, for now let's just blame it on the music. Now when its more common a lot of my friends or a just met peoples will use the word HIPSTER (shhhhh!!) to describe me (no offense but they don't know what they talking of). I think it just another step in my developing look/taste (and it will never stop change).

So maybe before I walk out of my hose like this

(sparkle & fade white T, white slip skirt from my grandmother, my mother flower scarf as skirt, david komaXopshop brown belt and deena & ozzy see through platform sandals)

And now I'm more like this

(on me: made by myself midi flowers dress, Marc by Marc Jacobs black with pompons buttons coat, American Apparel flower hat and classic black vans shoes)

But I am still the little girl (sounds pedophilic) you used to follow

Let me finish with the soundtrack that accompanies me recently all thanks to J Dilla's label fallow peanut butter wolf 

(here we call it KAFOT)

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.