What does growing up mean to you?

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Not long ago, I felt really far from being a grown-up. 27 has always been my idea of a grown up age. Don't ask me why. I turned 27 in January. But was does it actually mean being a grown-up. Growing. Our body stops growing in height when we are around 18 years. Our mind will hopefully never stop growing. Growing up to means to not cry over a lolly in the supermarket. Literally. To me it means to start sharing what you have learned. To keep up without complaining. To accept, without giving up. To teach, beside sill learning. To take yourself less seriously but to treat yourself and others with more respect. My goals in life have lately drastically changed. So have my values. Not that I am no longer full of silly ideas, and still a hopeless romantic, doing 100 different creative projects at a time...all that is hopefully never going to change. I am still learning, always. But something is different.More Relaxed. Less drama. Something happened within the last year. I feel more grown-up. What does growing up mean to you?

who needs an engagement ring?

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This week I actually happened to have a conversation about engagement rings and the question was, if I'd even want an engagement ring. My initial reaction was: OF COURSE! Then I had to defend my point of view a little, which made me feel like a silly cow that is obsessed with diamonds. Hello? I started realizing that in my hippie-esque family an engagement ring is fairly uncommon, my mum only wears a wedding band. In Germany we don't have such a big fuss about weddings in general. Everything is more practical than fashionable. Maybe that's why I like it. For me it's exotic and special. When I did research on this topic in the web I was surprised how many people even questioned that an engagement without a ring isn't an engagement at all. Of course it is. Remember the engagement guitar, here? If I want to marry someone, a ring is obviously the least important thing. But it is pretty. That's all.

If I were to propose to myself...

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If I were propose to myself I would be rather stupid. I mean not that I don't like myself but you know what I mean... My point is, if I had to choose an engagement ring for myself I would probably go for a vintage one. In GOLD. I am wearing my grandmas jewelry all the time and always feel that old jewelry has a story to tell and seems to be somewhat magical. The other day when we walked around the antique market I saw so many gorgeous pieces. Every weekend in Islington/Angel at Camden Passage you can go on a treasure hunt. And don't miss the great breakfast at the The Elk In The Woods. If you don't have a market like that nearby, check out the great East Side Brides Blog and her Sponsor that knows it all about vintage rings here. I adore the big and bold ones just as much as the tiny delicate ones.

40s style wedding

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For you winter brides, you glamourous hollywood film lovers, you red lipstick wearers, you curly-curl stylers, you rock'n'rollers, you swingers, you jivers, you mix'n'matchers, you furball loving ladies, The 40s style just suits everybody, don't you think? Slap some red lippie on, curl your hair and paint your nails. I got myself a fluffy faux fur jacket for this autumn/winter, to pair with tea dresses. The Swedish clothing company ellos, was kind enough to send me this gorgeous piece to review. Just in time for a fantastic 40s night out with my girlfriends. Ellos features a range of nice, simple basic clothing- Scandinavian style.

If you are interested in 40s style hair and make up for your wedding get in touch!

The nightmare about the green dress

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Here is to another fashionable wedding : Full of very well dressed guests! See more here. I had a dream last night. My mum forced me to get married out of the blue, and not enough she wanted the whole event in her backyard, and she invited her friends only. I said: " But Mum, I haven't got anything to wear just now." She handed me a dress and said: "Sure you do!" - "But it's green...", I desperately tried to make my point. "Don't be so fussy" she said, pushing me out in front of the guests. I was wearing flip-flops and a green dress. My future husbands family she sat down in a corner away from the other guests. None of my friends were attending, The whole thing couldn't have been further from what I wish my wedding to be like one day. Stupid nightmares!!! We have a saying in Germany that if you want your dreams to become true, you shouldn't share them with anyone. I don't want this to become true at all, so I thought I better share it with the whole world, just to be safe. Happy wedding planning everyone!