Foodist, adventurer, master blogger, stylist, journalist, Egyptian, party animal, rocker,…..well i’m just honored to feature her here


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Then one day, my mother informed me that it was time to put on the top half of my two-piece swimsuit instead of running around in shorts (I apparently spent the first 2.5 years of my life running around naked in people’s gardens , which makes for very awkward small talk 20 years later when I run into them).

I remember being absolutely indignant at my mother’s request.

‘Why should I?’ I hollered, ‘The other boys don’t wear tops.’

‘You’re not a boy, dear,’ my mother sighed. ‘You’re a girl.’

‘So what? I climb faster than them, and some of them cry like girls.’

It’s true. I remember a whiner called Sherif who would run blubbering to his nanny every time he got hurt while tree climbing. Yes, I was a tree climber and crying boys were sissies. ….
The Overgrown Tomboy
http://diaryofadeskgirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/02/133/


here is quick dive into her instagram collection:
(i have to admit i dig your poker face/pose in dressies)


http://diaryofadeskgirl.wordpress.com/
http://suzeeinthecity.wordpress.com/
http://instagram.com/suzeeoutofthecity

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