That Monday...

Onaj ponedeljak koji vas pošteno razdrma nakon sanjivog vikenda, natera vam mraz na obraze, vetar u kosu, toplu čokoladu među rukavice dok se preslišavate šta je još ostalo za precrtati sa aktuelne ''to do'' liste. Onaj ponedeljak u kojem vas jelki puna Kalenić pijaca podseti da su praznici sve bliže, pa vam se nekontrolisano razvuče osmeh na lice. Onaj ponedeljak u kojem častite sebe i svoje najdraže svežim baklavama i kadaifom iz ''Sultana od Istanbula''.  Onaj ponedeljak koji uopšte ne liči na ponedeljak.

That Monday that ''shakes'' you after sleepy weekend, force the frost to your cheeks, wind in your hair, hot chocolate between your gloves while you are thinking what else is left to cross out from curently ''to do'' list. That Monday in which market full of Christmas trees reminds you that the holidays are getting closer and draws a smile on your face. That Monday in which you treat yourself and your loved ones with fresh baklava and kadaif from the ''Sultan of Istanbul''. That Monday that doesn't look like Monday, at all.

wearing: shirt: GAS; skirt: CALLIOPE; coat: ZARA; bag: MANGO; shoes: ZARA;

scarf: HANDMADE by my MOM; socks: MANGO; gloves: ALDO;