My mom, my biggest fan. Ever since I started blogging, she has been a loyal supporter, always there. In all of the almost 400 posts –phew, that wasn´t easy to say- she has never done anything but praise my work. It was only about time to give her some space in Carlotarules.. Continue reading
Raise your hand if you were a six year old kid obsessed with your granma painting your nails every time you had a chance. That´s right, Sunday meals at my grandparent´s house was only a nice excuse for my granny to make magic to my nails.. Continue reading
Easy on this one. The fact that I´ve been barely wearing any makeup lately could be a symptom of slackness only one thing could explain: I´m on holidays.. Continue reading
Something happens when I see a little baby with glasses: my heart melts. It melts in a way I can´t describe, the cuteness is too much and it also reminds me of my baby-self.. Continue reading
Six months of nervous waiting for just a few days of good worthy-useful weather. But it happens all the time, we want things we can´t have. Just like when it´s cold and we want warmth.. Continue reading
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