Having fun in this scene, I put on my fluffy pink coat, long gray skirt, pink sweater and my pink sneakers, and went to my mud pool to have fun.

In the end I tore off all my clothes including my coat.

Having fun in this scene, I put on my fluffy pink coat, long gray skirt, pink sweater and my pink sneakers, and went to my mud pool to have fun.

In the end I tore off all my clothes including my coat
#mud #ripping

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.

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.

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

#wetlook

It was a cold morning, and I was around the house dressed in my white pajamas and my bedroom slippers, those fluffy ones that flop flop on the floor. I was exhausted one of those nights when tiredness hits harder than sleep.

I walked around the yard feeling a bit dizzy, thinking I was still inside the house. Suddenly, I saw my "bed" in its usual place: soft, huge, covered by a duvet that seemed to be calling me by name. I didn't even wonder why the bed was out there. I just thought, "How wonderful! I'm going to sleep right here."

Without hesitation, I threw myself onto the "mattress" Splash!

The "bed" was my pool. And the duvet, thrown by some wise guy (probably my brother), was disguising the surface of the water.

I dove in completely, sinking as if I were dreaming. But the cold shock made me wake up right away. I emerged floating, my hair stuck to my face and my white pajamas now transparent and clinging to my body, my slippers floating around me like small boats adrift.

And in a dramatic and triumphant outburst, I ripped off all my pajamas, including my slippers, ripping off the straps with theatrical fury, "I'll never trust a duvet again."

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

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

#wetlook, #wetdress

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.

It 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

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

I wore my set of white nightgown, black leggings, red fur vest and red ankle boots.

I used yogurt, cake topping, liquid chocolate and cakes.

I wore my set of white nightgown, black leggings, red fur vest and red ankle boots.

I used yogurt, cake topping, liquid chocolate and cakes.

I got back from shopping with my ugg boots, got into the pool with my skirt jumsuit.

I started by slowly getting wet by pouring water into my middle pocket and dropping jumsuit down.

In the end I take off my ugg boots and pour water over my head with them.

#wetlook #wet

I got back from shopping with my ugg boots, got into the pool with my skirt jumsuit.

I started by slowly getting wet by pouring water into my middle pocket and dropping jumsuit down.

In the end I take off my ugg boots and pour water over my head with them.

It was one of those days when the sky was gray and rain threatened to fall at any moment. The alarm clock rang, and I woke up with the feeling that something different was going to happen. I put on my school uniform – black skirt, white shirt and my beloved Mary Jane shoes.
But as I left the house, something in the air seemed to instigate a change. The path to school was more challenging than usual. The normally quiet streets were quieter and... muddy. It had rained all night, and the ground I walked on every day was covered in a thick layer of mud, hiding the holes and irregularities that normally went unnoticed.
With a surge of curiosity, I hesitated for a moment. Reason told us to follow the same path, but adventure spoke louder. And so, before I even realized it, I had strayed from my usual path onto a muddier one. The Mary Jane shoes, so perfect and shiny, seemed challenging, but the feeling of doing something unexpected and, perhaps, a little rebellious, was irresistible.
With each step, the mud stuck more to my shoes, and a mischievous smile formed on my face. The feeling of being away from the school routine and indulging in something as simple as getting dirty was liberating. My hands were shaking, my hair was falling into my eyes, and I felt the cold, slimy earth gripping me with every step I took. The sound of mud bubbling underfoot mixed with the low laughter escaping my mouth.
I got all dirty, not even my hat escaped the mud, when I got to school my classmates looked at me sideways, but I didn't care because I had a lot of fun.

It was one of those days when the sky was gray and rain threatened to fall at any moment. The alarm clock rang, and I woke up with the feeling that something different was going to happen. I put on my school uniform – black skirt, white shirt and my beloved Mary Jane shoes.
But as I left the house, something in the air seemed to instigate a change. The path to school was more challenging than usual. The normally quiet streets were quieter and... muddy. It had rained all night, and the ground I walked on every day was covered in a thick layer of mud, hiding the holes and irregularities that normally went unnoticed.
With a surge of curiosity, I hesitated for a moment. Reason told us to follow the same path, but adventure spoke louder. And so, before I even realized it, I had strayed from my usual path onto a muddier one. The Mary Jane shoes, so perfect and shiny, seemed challenging, but the feeling of doing something unexpected and, perhaps, a little rebellious, was irresistible.
With each step, the mud stuck more to my shoes, and a mischievous smile formed on my face. The feeling of being away from the school routine and indulging in something as simple as getting dirty was liberating. My hands were shaking, my hair was falling into my eyes, and I felt the cold, slimy earth gripping me with every step I took. The sound of mud bubbling underfoot mixed with the low laughter escaping my mouth.
I got all dirty, not even my hat escaped the mud, when I got to school my classmates looked at me sideways, but I didn't care because I had a lot of fun.