The world in black and white. (And navy.)

Black and white graphic print pants, H&M. Black wedges, Monki, borrowed from my friend Johanna. White top with wide sleeves, Johanna Vikman (not the same Johanna who loaned me the shoes, haha!). Navy blazer, Forever 21.

Haha - I didn't even notice that after I uploaded yesterday's outfit post - from 2009 - I went and put on that very same blazer! Apparently, I was inspired by, well, myself. Hmm.

My darling friend Anna is spending the weekend at my house, so I probably won't be the best blogger today - it's unbelievably hot and we only have enough energy to lay in the shade with the cats, eating icecream, talking about life, boys, dreams, books. I just got a text from our neighbour, she's making strawberry daiquiries and wants us to come over, haha! But since I have a ton of work to do tonight, I'm not sure liquor at 2 pm is the right way to go... I'd better stick to lemonade with lots and lots of ice.

I doubt that I'll even be able to take outfit photos this weekend. Honestly, I'm not wearing anything! Just hanging around in my underwear and a huge straw hat, trying my best not to melt.

I hope you all have the most amazing Saturday!

The next big thing: thigh high denim legwarmers. Trust me.

 Grey over knee socks, Asos. Denim DIY cut-offs, Acne. Cropped grey t-shirt, H&M. Folded down army boots, Vagabond.

Yesterday, I turned my least favorite pair of Acne jeans into what's now my favorite denim cut-offs. I wanted a pair of tiny, skin-tight, almost hotpants:ish denim shorts, and that's exactly what I got! I actuallt felt kind of awesome in this outfit, and there is something about these photos that makes me think of iconic beach photos from the late 80's and early 90's - which I'm crazy about, probably because I grew up with them. Wind in the hair, cropped t-shirts, tight shorts... that's what I looked at as "sexy" women's clothing when I was eight years old, and I still do!

Oooh, I have to tell you something! You're never going to think it's half as funny as I do, and it's probably a typical "I guess you had to be there"-thing, but I still have to. OK, so I cut off those jeans, wore the shorts all day but changed into pants when I went to pick up my boyfriend at the train station last night.  He's been away working for a week, and let me tell you, I've been sooo bored. Thank God I've had you guys to keep me company! Anyways. Picture this: When we come home, I see the cut-off leg-parts of the jeans still laying on a chair. I put them on, over my pants - like these insanely weird thigh-high denim legwarmers - and ask Ronnie: "what do you think?"At first, he looks at me like I'm crazy, and then he looks relieved and says, "oh, I didn't see what it was at first. But it's a pair of jeans you cut off, right?" And I'm like, "eh, obviously...?" (You know, what else would it be?) 

But then! Then! Then he says "but why did you cut them off, then? Was your ass getting too big or something?"

HE DIDN'T GET THAT I CUT THEM OFF TO TURN THEM INTO SHORTS. HE HONESTLY THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO WEAR THE LEG-PARTS WITHOUT THE TOP PART.

AND HE WAS OKAY WITH THAT.

I'm going to keep laughing at this for the rest of my life. Seriously. I clearly succeeded in making sure he knows I will always wear exactly what I want, and that the best thing he can do is just to accept it. How could I not love a guy who would let me go out like this (and not even say a word about it)?

"Weird? What are you talking about?! All the girls at Lookbook.nu are wearing it."