Wet Cocktail Red Dress

The morning was incredibly hot, and the inflatable pool in the backyard seemed to be calling my name. Still in my Mickey Mouse pajamas, white robe, and cloud-like slippers, I thought, "I'll just dip my toes in."

Five minutes later, I was in there—lying down happily, my robe floating like a wet superhero cape. Mickey in his pajamas seemed to be swimming with me.

But the best part came last: I left the pillow near the edge… and a gust of wind decided it wanted to dive in too.

Conclusion: even the pillow had more fun than I did that day. 💦

#wetlook #pajama

I went to the pool just to see my friends—wearing a blue sweater, leather pants, white sneakers, and a shoulder bag.
I promised myself I wouldn't get wet... until I was so hot and didn't have my swimsuit.
A second later, splash! There I was in the pool, cooling off.
I emerged soaking wet and stylish—the best-dressed person in the water. 💦

#wetlook

That summer afternoon, I woke up with an uncontrollable urge to do something out of the ordinary. Without thinking much, I put on my long white boots, a pleated mini skirt that danced with the slightest breath of wind, a white knit sweater and a beige coat that gave me a sophisticated look. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: "Today I'm ready to... go to the pool!"
Yes, to the pool. With all that on.
I arrived at the club like a movie star out of context. People looked confused, but I smiled, as if I were at the Paris Fashion Week show, underwater version.
Without hesitation, I dove in, clothes and all. My boots went blup blup blup and began to weigh you down as if you had two bricks on your feet. My skirt floated around me like a flower in slow motion. The coat, poor thing, seemed to have gained ten pounds of water and was trying to drown me with hugs of soaked fabric.
When I finally got out of the water, I felt like a wet work of art. Every piece of clothing clung to me as if I didn't want to say goodbye.

I still wasn't satisfied, so I started by ripping my coat. My boots became short shoes after they were cut. I still wasn't satisfied. I cut my skirt into several strips. My sweater was the last to go.

It was liberating.
#wetlook #ripping #boots

I put on another wedding dress and went to the pool with it, as I love wetting wedding dresses.

#wetlook

I put on my glittery evening dress, over my fluffy red coat, and put on my new black sandals.

t all started on a rainy morning and with the look: leather shorts that would make any rock star jealous, a pink sweater so bright it should have come with a "wear sunglasses" sign, and a very warm winter coat inside, and of course, the school backpack stuffed with notebooks, study plans (just kidding), and some loose sheets of paper with somewhat suspicious drawings.

I went out with the intention of keeping myself clean. But then I saw the muddy path. Ah, my old acquaintance. That shortcut full of mud, promises of chaos and fun. The temptation was instantaneous. I felt it. Lama called me. And who am I to say no?

I took the first step with that mischievous joy the second time I was already laughing the third time: Bam I slipped gloriously! But it was no accident. It was a choice. I dove headfirst into the mud like someone diving into the summer sea. I made mud angels, rolled around, screamed "wheeee" like I was 5 again. The shorts and the shirt? They became part of the landscape. Brown was the new black.

The backpack? It turned into a paper soup. The notebooks looked like wet cakes. Modern art. Academic chaos. Wonderful.

And when I thought I had reached the peak I Tore my coat. That's right. With the scissors that I carried with my school supplies, and I said "freedomeeee!." Without hesitation, I took it off, placed it on the floor and stepped on it with gusto. Pis! Ploc! Pis! I sank my coat into the mud like someone planting a victory flag. It was buried. Buried with honor. Warrior's coat, fallen in battle.

I? Laugh like crazy. Covered in mud from head to toe. Happier than a child in a water park. Because I like it. By the way, I Love getting dirty. Mud is my free therapy.

Moral of the story? Style is good, but a good mud bath with laughter is even better. And yes, the coat will be missed but the timing? Unforgettable.

After a very cold day wearing my fluffy pink coat, short skirt and long boots, I went to my pool where the water was 25, very warm compared to the weather outside.

#wetlook #wet #pool #boots #coat