I always find an excuse to dress like a flapper.
I've missed a Grand Budapest Hotel themed party and I can't forgive myself for that. However, I have been a social animal every now and then, when my mood allows so. Friends, acquaintances, strangers... There is room for everyone. Only for short periods of time, obviously. It can be pretty exhausting, this dealing-with-people-thing.
Consumption and preparation of food makes one a busy bee. Currently obsessing over garlicky sweet potatoes, tzatziki, falafels, hummus, mozarella and sweet chili sauce. No wonder the food is what I miss the most about my country.
It's happening: I am learning Irish! Just for the craic. And for the challenge, of course. Being able to understand only a little bit of this dead language will feel like communicating in High Valyrian! But it's SO. FUCKING. DIFFICULT.
Posing with direwolves to make up for the GOT ending is always a good idea. It's Summer and I'm still wearing tights!