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@mikaylademaiter You have always amazed me, you have that aura of sexiness, beauty, and seduction. 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
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with great power comes great distraction… 🕷️🦸🏼♀️
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i was waiting for this saturday a little too much. like actually waiting.
which is funny because i don’t usually plan anything a week ahead. i’m last minute about everything. dinner gets decided at 8pm. some days i disappear in my house and just answer messages in bed.
but this saturday i planned the entire day around staying home. no photoshoot, no shopping, no going out. just me on the couch waiting for eurovision.
yes. i’m a eurovision girl.
i’ve been one since i was little. used to put the tv on low volume in the living room so i didn’t wake up my mom and my sisters. i’d sit on the couch alone watching every country like i was on the official jury, dancing for the good songs, judging the bad ones, giving points in my head like the result depended on my opinion.
when greece came on, obviously everything got serious.
i’d grab the remote and use it as a microphone. pretend i was singing for the entire country. very professional behavior for a 7-year-old in her pajamas.
i still remember 2008. “my secret combination.” kalomira. i was obsessed in a way i can’t fully explain. that year i climbed up on the couch mid-performance, fell off when i flipped a cushion, and was more worried about waking my mom up than the pain. ran to her door to listen if she’d heard anything. by the time i came back to the tv, i’d missed half the song.
i watched it on youtube the next day. obviously.
honestly nothing much has changed since then, except now the volume is loud and the couch doesn’t move.
this year i actually really like what greece is sending. the song feels fun but there’s something behind it too. that’s my favorite kind of eurovision entry, something you can dance to that also has a little heart if you listen properly.
the title is “ferto.” bring it.
i like that. not the fake manifesting kind. the real kind. when you start from zero and still let yourself dream. when nobody gives you the beginning you needed, or the help, or the support — and you decide to chase what you want anyway.
i understand that feeling.
i started from zero too. no help, no real support in the beginning, not even always from the people i loved. maybe one day i’ll write about that properly. not today.
today is for eurovision, couch, food, and me pretending i know exactly what i’m doing in the kitchen.
i watched a few italian cooking videos this week and somehow decided i’m now an italian expert. i saw a couple of tiktoks and thought “eva, you have this.”
so the plan is homemade pizza. dough from scratch. with my own little hands. very domestic greek goddess behavior.
will it go well? unclear.
i have ready-made pizzas waiting just in case. and if everything truly falls apart i can always make carbonara, because pasta is actually the one place i have some authority.
so that’s my saturday. eurovision, couch, food i might ruin, pasta as the safety net, and me trying not to set anything on fire.
and since i’m staying home all day today.
i’ll be in here. between bites of whatever survives the kitchen.
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another year older, somehow even harder to forget 🎂🎉
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