Night out in black ‘n white

See everybody, I am keeping the promise not to neglect this blog anymore!

Also I said that this was going to be also a fashion blog, because as I wrote, probably too much, I am in love with fashion.

I recently discovered “Lookbook” and I’ve been posting some of my outfits.
I have to say that I am intimidated and sometimes ashamed to post my looks because of how amazingly both girls and boys dress in those pictures.

Anyway here is the outfit I wore for a night out with my friends.

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Let me know what you think about it!

Love,

Giulia

Blazer: Zara
Shirt: OVS
Skirt: Pimkie
Shoes: Fashion women
Bracelet: Bijou Brigitte

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Prom: A Night to Remember

Glitter, amazing dresses, high heels.
Dance floor, friends, spiked punch.
Promposal, limo, tons of pictures.
Boyfriend, corsage, slow dances.

Yes, I admit it. I sure am a victim of those american teen movies where you see each one of the things that I listed. And I am in owe everytime I see them, even if the story is exactly the same cliché one and the only thing that changes are the actors.

I should probably go to one of those meetings for people who have a problem and talk about it. The scene would be something like this:

“-Today we have a new member in our group. Could you introduce yourself to everybody and tell us what your problem is? Remember, we are not here to judge you. We are your friends.
-Hi my name is Giulia and I am addicted to american teen movies that have a prom in the storyline.
*silence*

Well considering that it could happen with many other of my addictions, I should change topic…

So, about prom.

Even if I daydreamed a lot about it, there has always been a problem for me: there is no prom at all in my country. So the dream of going to that craved prom was going to stay pretty much a dream.

But then, as you know, I went to the US.
And not enough happy just go to the prom, I was part of the prom committee to also organise it.

The theme was Las Vegas.
The place was decorated amazingly, exactly how we wanted it. The food and the music were good. The people were wonderful. Every girl seemed to be stepped out of one of those movies I watched.
It was beautiful, surely a night to remember for the rest of my life.

Here are some pictures of that night when I felt like a princess.

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Prom Dress: it was from a prom shop (so sorry I can’t even remember where it was) and it was $99.
Shoes: 9&Co.

Love,

Giulia

After having neglected this blog for too long

I’ve been neglecting this blog for too long now. My excuse is: I’ve been busy (and you could say: who isn’t?!? You presumptious girl).
Well you would be right, but that’s my honest excuse. The last months in the US took all my time and I’m glad about it. I had the Prom, I attended a Gala, I learned to dance the waltz, I went to a Bastille’s concert and to Washington. I mean, big times.

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And oh, the finals at school. I thought that US History was going to be the death for me. But geez if I was wrong. The English one was worse. Henry David Thoreau, why and I mean why you had to write in such a complicated way?!?

These exchange semester, changed (sorry for the pun) me a lot, and being home wasn’t easy for the first few weeks; I felt disoriented and overwelmed, because I grew up and now I have things that characterize me from both Italy and the US and I need to learn to live with it.

Speaking about the US, I miss my host family and my friends. I miss speaking that beautiful languiate that is English 24/7, I miss Lifetime and OWN.
I miss my iced mocha at Starbucks.

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I miss gospel songs at the church on Sunday morning. I miss having a bedroom and a bathroom all for myself, I miss the quiet and I miss being independent. I miss SALESSSSS!

But as Italian, I still love coffee and having breakfast with a cappuccino and a croissant.

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I still love Nutella. I still love having the beach fifteen minuts away from my house, sharing the bedroom with my sister and the loudness of my family. I still love my scooter and that I can go places walking. I still love the beautiful colors we have.

What’s New is that I learned to love my country more and that it’s part of who I am.

I have beautiful projects for myself and my future. And for this blog, of course. No more neglecting!

I will post a lot of picture about the US that I hope you will enjoy.
Also I want this to be a fashion blog besides a life blog, since it’s my dream to work in fashion communication.
It’s the right time to show the tons of things I bought in the US!

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Love,

Giulia ❤️

It’s important to have dreams big enough not to lose sight when we pursue them. Oscar Wilde

I wrote this first on Facebook and because I liked it I thought I’d post it here, too!

I wanted to post this two days ago, but of course I didn’t have time (damn school).

Anyway just pretend to read this like it’s the 30th of October and everything should be okay.. (?)

It was half past three p.m on August 30th and I was doing the suffering subject that is mathematics. The day before I had been in Milan to do the English test that would have decided my admission to the program to study in the United States; I put so much concentration in it that I thought my mind was going to explode and that I was going to be (almost!) disgusted by English from now on. Before I left, they told me that I would have known the test result in a week. Instead the result arrived the day after (from which today [remember that I wanted to post this on October the 30th] has passed exactly two months); my mom nonchalantly put on my maths notebook (where I was solving a damn problem about the ellipse) the Ipad opened to the email in which it was written that I made it.

Goodmorning

We are happy to inform you that Giulia has successfully passed the admission test for the school semester in the United States.

I cried not only for several hours, but every time I communicated the news to someone so that she/him could share that joy with me.

Then I started to think that if someone had told me that I would have gone to the USA eight months ago, when the email that arrived was completely different and disappointing, I would never have believed it.

But most of all, I thought that Oscar Wilde was right:

It’s important to have dreams big enough not to lose sight when we pursue them.

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