I have this rule — maybe silly, maybe powerful:
When life feels too heavy, I wear a red dress.

It’s not always practical. It doesn’t always fit the weather.
But it reminds me who I am. A woman who chooses to live — with bold lips, salty hair, and eyes that still search for magic.

There was a day last summer, %name%, when I threw on that red dress and ran barefoot down to the river. The city was sweating, stuck in traffic and deadlines, but I needed wind on my skin. I jumped on a boat with strangers. I laughed without thinking. Drank too much rosé. Told a boy he looked like a painting. I didn’t wait for permission.

Some women collect perfumes. I collect moments.
Moments where I say yes to life before it explains itself.

Being a mom teaches you how precious time is. Being a free spirit teaches you how to spend it beautifully. I don’t need perfect plans. I need warm nights, sushi on the go, loud music in the car, and a man who can keep up — or at least enjoy the ride.

So here’s my advice, %name% —
Buy that red dress. Wear it even when no one sees you. Or especially then.
Because freedom isn’t loud.
It’s choosing what makes your heart beat faster… and doing it.

Would you sit across from a woman in red, knowing she might kiss you before dessert?

Veronika 🍷