I went to my inflatable pool still dressed in my Portuguese academic attire: cape, black blazer, white shirt, tie, black skirt, and black socks.

I looked at the water and thought, "Today this outfit is going to see the pool too!" 😄

I entered slowly and, soon after, I was completely submerged. The cape was heavy with water, the shirt was soaked, the blazer heavy, and the skirt completely wet.

In the end, I was completely drenched, but laughing—even the academic attire got its share of wet adventures! 💦🇵🇹

After a long walk, I arrived home feeling very hot, still wearing my purple sweatshirt. Underneath was a white t-shirt and a blue top.

I didn't think twice about changing. I went straight to the pool.

I slowly got in… and splash! The cool water was exactly what I needed. In a few minutes, my sweatshirt was completely soaked, but I was finally cool and happy. 😄💦

#wet #wetlook #tracksuit

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