ON OR OFF TIME?

A classic black and white outfit, and a behind-the-scenes story of a person who is {almost} never late. Read more on www.dilekaspires.com

Disclaimer: This post may contain exaggerations for comic effect. Please take it with a grain of salt. Or a bottle of whiskey. Whatever rocks your boat!

Have you heard the story of those who are rarely late? You think they are almost never late because they take less time to prepare in the morning? Well, think again!


*enter bedroom*

A SOFT SOUND PROGRESSIVELY BECOMES louder in the background. What is it? Is it crickets? No… waterfall? Wait! It sounds more like rain. Is it raining? But, I can also hear an instrumental. Oh… okay.

It’s my morning alarm.

Weird, but every morning I forget that I shuffle nature sounds as wake-up alarms. Even the loud army trumpet can’t wake you up, you say? No, no. This human has been cursed by the sandman as a light sleeper. I wouldn’t risk a heart attack. In fact, I am such a light sleeper that if my mom decides to judge the time by her often inaccurate mother clock (as in, it’s 6:28 AM and she wakes you up telling you that 7 AM has already passed. Sounds familiar anyone?) and she thinks I am about to oversleep, I swear, I wake up just because her thoughts are too loud. My head is up from the pillow even before her hand touches the doorknob.

Mind reader? Nah. Just cursed. And damn do I hate waking up few minutes before the alarm. Still love you, mom!

After sitting up, I diligently do my morning exercises. Up, down, up, down, up, down! Great. Now do the other eyelid. Nah, not really. This is the part where I usually make a fake promise to nap after I come back from wherever I have to be. I’m off to the bathroom now, before I grab a quick breakfast.

A classic black and white outfit, and a behind-the-scenes story of a person who is {almost} never late. Read more on www.dilekaspires.com

I am not going to lie. I take an hour to prepare after that. I don’t particularly put much make up on, but I like doing it carefully. I work with precision and put extra care not to poke an eye out as I simultaneously focus on putting on mascara and watching that Korean drama that couldn’t wait for later. After that is finished, the excruciating pain of picking out an outfit follows. And trust me, if I don’t open my wardrobe with an idea in mind, I just stare. And stare. And shuffle hangers. And stare. “Damn it, brain! I shall be late! Get inspired!” This is where I usually commit one of the most known fashion crimes. Outfit repeat.

Oh, the horror!

Get real.

Fashion lovers are not immune to outfit repeat. I always say quality over quantity, and luckily, I have both. I also get too attached to pieces as in “How did I live before I had this/these *insert clothing item name here*?!”

Wardrobe full of clothes, yet I end up sneaking in that same piece in every outfit of the week. Again, does it sound familiar, everyone?

After that ordeal is done, I proceed with picking out a bag and finding all the things around the room that are supposed to go in it. Actually, I like emptying my bag after my day ends and putting all my items in their place around my room. Don’t worry, I am pretty organized *does an unnecessary hair flip* so packing my bag in the morning doesn’t take long.

When on the topic, I started buying smaller bags with the intent to reduce the urge to put stuff inside just because there is still some space left, but oddly, I am better at zipping things in my bag than your WinRAR. Make up bag? Check! Comb? Check! Wet wipes? Check! Sewing kit? Check! Extra sweater? Check! Map of the world? Check! Hiking boots? Check! Axe? – Che- whoa… Let’s not share everything on social media.

My shoulder may be sore later, but I might need that extra sweater!

A classic black and white outfit, and a behind-the-scenes story of a person who is {almost} never late. Read more on www.dilekaspires.com

I don’t mind waiting. I mean, I do, but I am used to it, so as long as I am not freezing or melting somewhere, I’m okay. Luckily, I am good at pretending that the content on my phone is incredibly entertaining, and I have already mastered the art of how to tell the waiter nicely for the 10th time that, no, the person I am waiting for is still not here.

I’ve accepted it. Even after taking all that time to get ready, I am usually the one to arrive first.  That hour and a half was all calculated and it preceded the gap of enough “getting there” time. You know what happens if I am late?

You know those friends who are always late and who tell you they will be there in 5 minutes but still haven’t left the house? Well, I am usually the friend who tells you she’ll be there in 20 minutes because there is traffic, but arrives in 10 and pleasantly surprises you. I always give myself extra time when reporting current location. You see, I like lowering expectations. That’s how when something good happens, you can be extra happy. Or, if I am going to be reaaaally late, I bombard you with notices because it’s usually not my fault, and if it is my fault…it’s usually not.

This entire process applies to any time of day. Erase the part about getting up in the morning, and I do the same thing in the afternoon, or evening.

So, are you always early or late? Don’t say “I’m always on time,” because I might just throw a virtual shoe at you.

Just kidding.

I’ll do that when technology advances a bit more. *Cheshire cat grin*

A classic black and white outfit, and a behind-the-scenes story of a person who is {almost} never late. Read more on www.dilekaspires.com
A classic black and white outfit, and a behind-the-scenes story of a person who is {almost} never late. Read more on www.dilekaspires.com
A classic black and white outfit, and a behind-the-scenes story of a person who is {almost} never late. Read more on www.dilekaspires.com
A classic black and white outfit, and a behind-the-scenes story of a person who is {almost} never late. Read more on www.dilekaspires.com

Poncho: Gerry Weber // Pants: LC Waikiki // Shirt: my design // Ankle boots: Bershka {old} // Bag: Estee Lauder // 

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