Little black dress

Oh, I bet you smiled anticipating confessions of my secret choice of wardrobe. Although, as all kids do (no?), I have been wearing my mothers dresses and shoes and fathers motorbike outfit. But that was back in the first grade, when I was in love with Lavi-de-la-scara-A, now married with children, whom I was, again secretly, kissing in the garbage shaft room and whose schoolbag I was carrying on the way back home.

This is in fact an index of all little black things I almost everyday carry with me. My little black Levi's cap, my little black pair of Police, my little black Datch bag, my little black book and my little black etui. I guess you can never go wrong present wise with me. Just follow the "little black" rule.