I'm wearing mint blue wide high ankle jeans from H.&M, Size 44, biennial, a medium brown linen shirt with a small breast pocket and a little gold chain from maternal grandmother, a gold rhombus, in which a small pearl floats. I think, this is called solid gold, because Grosi only had two pieces of jewelry, but these had to be real gold. And never, We have never seen her without this little chain in the cuddly folded neckline. The cake was the cheapest, Kafi-instant, but the jewelry, the prettiest. Bei Grosi.
For me, this piece of jewelry is clearly too “heavy”, too sacred.
Religious ornamentation turns me on, the agnostic, a bit scared.
I don't wear socks, today.
Feet; too far down on me.
(21.4.21)
Ghost City, Bed selfies 1.21