I took my wedding dress to a tranquil lake after several days of rain. The shore was covered in mud, but I decided to go in anyway.
One step was all it took for the white dress to touch the mud. Then another. In a few minutes, the hem was completely brown, and I couldn't stop laughing.
Since the dress was already all dirty, I took the opportunity to go into the lake a little further. The water and mud transformed that elegant dress into a completely different memory.
In the end, I realized the dress was too damaged to wear again; even my shoes didn't survive. I smiled, took one last picture of that adventure, and said goodbye to it.
It was an unexpected end for a special dress, but an adventure I will never forget.
I left ballet school still in my impeccable costume and with my soft ballet shoes on my feet. Next to the building, after a rainy afternoon, I found a large mud puddle that was unexpectedly… steaming hot.
Curiosity won out. I touched it with the tip of my toe. It was really warm, almost comfortable.
Before I knew it, I had taken another step… and another… and before I knew it, I was in the middle of the puddle, laughing to myself as the mud climbed up my legs and painted my costume brown.
With each movement, the mud made funny sounds, and the sensation was strangely relaxing. In the end, she was completely dirty—ballet shoes, tights, tutu, everything—but she also had a light heart, smiling as if she had discovered a little secret hidden at the end of the rain.
I left there all dirty… and very happy.
I left home looking elegant: black fur coat, black pleated skirt, impeccable white shirt, gleaming white flats, and my bag—where I carried an "emergency" umbrella.
On the way, I saw a lake with fresh mud at the edges. I thought I could walk along the edges.
Spoiler: I couldn't.
The first step dirtied the soles of my shoes.
The second, half of my flats.
The third… SLAP! I was already covered in mud up to my ankles, and the skirt started to feel like it was taking on its own weight.
And then… it started to rain.
Perfect.
I took the umbrella out of my bag, opened it confidently… and it turned inside out like a confused bird.
Not only did it not help, but it soaked me even more.
The coat was drenched, the white shirt became abstract art, the sneakers lost their innocence forever, and even the inside of the bag became a puddle of its own. In the end, it felt like I'd had a full mud spa experience—unintentional, but fun.
After days of rain, a huge lagoon formed in the field—one of those that look like broken mirrors of the sky.
I put on my jeans, comfortable sweatshirt, and rubber boots, ready just to "take a look."
I approached slowly. The water was surprisingly warm, almost inviting.
I took a step. Then another.
With each inch, my boots sank deeper, the water rose up my jeans, and I felt that typical spring chill.
When the water finally reached the point where I couldn't just stand anymore… I went ahead anyway.
I plunged into that makeshift lagoon, laughing to myself, my sweatshirt getting heavy and my jeans clinging to my legs.
It was just rainwater. But at that moment it seemed like a little secret of nature just for me.
And I stayed there, floating in the spring.
#wetlook #rain #boots
I put on my fluffy fur coat, my warm knit dress, and my super cozy boots—ready for anything but water.
But the pool was there, calm, sparkling… calling to me.
I got closer. I touched the water.
One step became two… and that was it: a splash.
The coat felt heavy, the dress clung to me, the boots filled with water—and I, as always, laughed from head to toe.
Completely wet, completely happy.
You should already know: when there's a pool, no outfit can resist. 😄💦
On Christmas Eve, I was all dressed up: a warm knitted sweater, a red mini-skirt, an elegant fur vest, and my perfect Mary Jane shoes for the special night.
I had just received an early Christmas present—a brand-new tablet.
Excited, I went to show it all off in the backyard… where the pool was, silent and full.
It was too fast. One wrong step, one loss of balance, and SPLASH!
Me, my entire outfit, and the tablet ended up in the water.
The tablet didn't survive.
The clothes were completely soaked.
The mini-skirt stuck to me, the sweater became heavy, the vest turned into a Christmas sponge.
I stood there laughing, wet from head to toe, thinking that this had been the most unexpected—and most aquatic—Christmas ever.
After my ballet recital I was all sweaty, and since I had to shower and wash my suit and ballet shoes, why not go all dressed up in the pool.
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After waking up and eating breakfast, I put my robe on over my pajamas, and went to my pisicina with my slippers on.
It felt so good to wet my furry slippers, then I started by wetting my robe, and finally getting wet with my hat.
I was returning from the Christmas ball in my elegant red dress, short cardigan, sparkling heels, and my queen's crown firmly on my head. When I got home, my inflatable yellow pool awaited me, full and irresistible.
I looked at it, it looked at me, and that was it… I couldn't resist, it had to be destiny. 🥰🥰
I slowly got in, feeling the cold water rise up my dress, then I sat down, then I took a queenly dive—and in a few seconds I was completely soaked, laughing as if the ball were still going on, just for me.
I was the queen of the night!!!
#wetlook #formaldress
I was returning from the Christmas ball in my elegant red dress, short cardigan, sparkling heels, and my queen's crown firmly on my head. When I got home, my inflatable yellow pool awaited me, full and irresistible.
I looked at it, it looked at me, and that was it… I couldn't resist, it had to be destiny. 🥰🥰
I slowly got in, feeling the cold water rise up my dress, then I sat down, then I took a queenly dive—and in a few seconds I was completely soaked, laughing as if the ball were still going on, just for me.
I was the queen of the night!!!
#wetlook #formaldress
With my pink velvet dress, even pinker fur coat, shimmering kawaii shoes, and my fur bag, I looked ready for a fashion show… not for aquatic madness.
But there it was in the backyard: the inflatable pool, so innocent, so inviting, so… crowded.
I was only going to touch the water with the tip of my shoe. That's all.
But I couldn't resist that sparkling water that I love so much.
The dress clung like wet velcro, the fur of the coat looked like melted cotton candy, and the kawaii shoes? They floated gloriously, like two mini pink boats, not to mention that my bag looked like a sponge.
And me? Laughing, soaked, looking like an aquatic version of Barbie after a storm.
Conclusion: pink can be cute, but it also knows how to make a splash 💗💦
#wetlook #pinkdress #pinkshoes
