6ti Saem za Vencavki

In live.

Make your own magic. With love IKBKG.

Spring Edition.

Collaboration with BK-Moda- Shtip 

Contact: 078 625 000; 032 606 110
E-mail: bakmodastil@gmail.com
Location: Vancho Prke 20/A - Shtip

Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.

Looking good isn't self-importance; it's self-respect.

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.

The difference between style and fashion is quality.

Don’t be into trends. Don’t make fashion own you, but you decide what you are, what you want to express by the way you dress and the way you live.

Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.

A man should look as if he has bought his clothes with intelligence, put them on with care and then forgotten all about them.

Share some style today. With love IKBKG

Sweater Weather

Everything in my body is weary, my bones don't feel like mine anymore, or real anymore, just simple slugs in my limbs begging me to move slowly and slime upon everything.

I'd rather hide in my sweater than face the world today, and I daren't try to hide my yawns and my sullen, sunken face, bare to the world that I am broken and sad today.

I want to be asleep, where I have a chance of waking up and this being gone. But I cannot do that, not yet, I must fight and live to die another day. How somber.

My hair is a frizzy mess and my makeup must be a disaster, I am sure. The lights dance just out of reach, out of touch, out of my way as i wander along the lonely dark path today has for me.

Tomorrow. I want tomorrow, where I can sleep and dream and beg for a life more than my own, to beg for some magic that will magic away these feelings of sorrow and unworthiness. I just want to be better.

At least my sweater keeps my cold heart warm.

She's one of those girls

He said

One who wears a lot of beads

Beads that stretch to her elbow

And with one look

The look of guilt

Shame

Knowing

He knew

He knew the look on my face

He knew I was like the girl with beads

Panic washed over his ghostly face

Hurt clouded his eyes

Pulling up my sweater sleeve

He saw nothing

A sigh of relief escaped his lips

But he did not realize

..He lifted the wrong sweater sleeve

Old and stained,

ragged and worn,

with holes and even

unraveled and torn.

Love is like your favorite sweater,

well used and seen all kinds of weather.

After a few years 

and several loose threads,

there may be holes that need mending.

Don't get too worried my dear, 

as long as the time that you're spending

is carefully piecing the threads back together.

Love is like your favorite sweater.

Keep dreaming. With love IKBKG.