Open letter to Santa Claus
Dear Santa, I don't remember having written you a letter - ever - . Maybe I have, who knows. I don't even remember the plot of a film I saw three days ago. I once read you never really remember something, you just remember the last time you remembered.
Here I am writing you a letter for the Christmas-themed-blog-post’s sake. An open letter. Like the ones you read in newspapers by celebrities asking the government to end war. (There’s always a war to be ended.)
Talking about war and talking about defending oneself (smooth transition, right?), it would be really cool if I could get some superpowers this Christmas. Nothing fancy. Being super-duper strong (physically, but, really, maybe also mentally) would be a good one. Have you watched Jessica Jones, yet? You should. I would like to be as strong as her. The other day, I was wearing tight jeans and a black leather jacket, hands in my pockets. I totally looked like this:
At least, I felt like this. I was walking a dark street around midnight and I felt I could crush anyone who would dare to attack me. I quite enjoyed the feeling of imaginary (! :-() strength. Therefore, dear Santa, it would be rather delightful to know that I had actual real strength. Real powerful power to defend myself against evil.
… And against wild animals (I'm the queen of smooth transitions!), because I would also like to have a cabin in the woods. Errr, wait, let’s call it differently: a villa in the countryside. Majorca, actually, has loads of good spots. (Sea view, anyone?!)
Something like this:
I’ve been longing to be more in touch with nature, recently. A lot. I don't know where this comes from. I have never been an outdoor person - nor will I ever be -. I grew up in Stuttgart, a city. But living in Palma de Mallorca made me really long for nature. Maybe this is because there are no parks here (and no, I don't count an open concrete space with a couple of palmtrees a park). I have this theory that it is necessary for the human body and mind to, like, see a tree from time to time. Vegetation. Nature. To step outside your house and breath air and not exhaust fumes. To pick up some pine cones and make dat darn Christmas wreath instead of buying it at a home improvement store. I’m idealising, I know. But, honestly, I just miss touching grass.
On the more materialistic side of things, I would like to own every single item &Other Stories ever made and will make. If I reincarnated in a brand, it would &Other Stories. I profoundly love everything they sell. I feel deeply understood by their sweaters and shoes. And again, I cannot insist enough, &Other Stories’ effort to promote a healthy and positive body image through their models is applaudable. (This is me insisting in this blog post. And in this one.) Elle recently picked up on it and you can check out the most wonderful and inspiring models on elle.com.Like this one here:
So, this is it, I guess. (Are you still staring at the models, you old man?) Looking forward to unwrapping my countryside villa tomorrow (because present time is Christmas Eve here, don't forget that!!)