Stretch Baby, stretch

 Surprising how body is aging. No, I didn't find any wrinkles yet but I do have few gray hair. It's a little scary to find out that your back aches from time to time, that you're no longer as flexible as few years earlier. For me, crossing the borders between youth and adulthood is more dramatic than change from a kid into a teen. 

 To revive my not old yet-no more young bones and muscles, I like to stretch. Slowly, to feel how body is adjusting, how blood is circulating faster and easier, how the level of my energy is rising.

 

Myth of a mall

 

  I'm starting to be mall-ophobic, seriously! It started when I was working in a jewelery store in one of those shopping centers and I hated that job. I felt caught in a box with loud music, without fresh air and sunlight. Merchandise that usually looks so appealing, always comes in huge boxes from China, looking more like potatoes than pair of "precious" earrings. Yeah, about the "precious" part... Malls are all about volume, not value. Quantity, not quality. 

 And this myth of unique clothes. Yes, very unique mass production. In fact you overpay for cheap rags pretending to be high class fashion. You overpay, Chinese or Indian workers are on the edge of poverty,  stuff from the chain stores ain't earning a fortune. Where the money goes? 

 Try out small boutiques. Second-hands. Young designers. Vintage. Make a s-mall change.