I wasn't a classic example of a tomboy growing up. Climbed trees, went wild jumping a river rope swing, dug out worms and played with bugs, loafed around in tattered jeans and holes in my T-shirt (my elder brother's all pervasive influence revealed itself to the fullest) but I was more into girly stuff anyway. Most of my friends were girls, I've never been a rebel, and I don't hate pink .

Where are those days now when the summer seemed brighter, my neighbourhood - larger than the entire Universe, and all that mattered if you are allowed to go swim in the river? Yeah, you guessed me right - a nostalgia-prone type of girl. On a lazy Sunday like today I'd do nothing but hang out on my friends' terrace enjoying a sunny, cloudless sky, remembering old good days. I'd pull on my jeans and snickers (I won't climb trees but who knows ), no makeup, but my favourite bracelet is a must. I don't really care if it doesn't go well with the rest of the outfit. It's not even a glamour vs. casual case, personal style vs. fashion trends, it's just who I am - be yourself; everyone else is already taken. My Sundays are carefree. That's what they are meant for:

Wear my favourite jeans and jewellery. Either a wooden bracelet or a silver and gold one.
Listen to Strereophonics Maybe Tomorrow.
Go crazy and eat watermelon all day .
Watch La Dolce Vita. Have to get more Kleenex. There will be floods of tears. Happens every time I watch it.

What's your to-do list for this weekend?

"Mirror, mirror on the wall who in the land is fairest of all? - You, my queen, are fairest of all." – That's what I thought looking at myself in the mirror at the shoe boutique yesterday .

Mango peep toe platform high heeled court shoes ... Ah, the epitome of glamour and style. A pair of head-turners and jaw-droppers making men's hearts beat faster. Killer shoes! One word that is missing from this list – comfort. Taking the last glance in the mirror I proved it again that beauty is pain. Nah. I loved the shoes but they would kill my legs by the end of a 9-hour work day.

Let's be honest, like most other girls I grew up with the weight on my shoulders of Vogue, Elle and other guides to style and life in general that taught and opened up many things to me but also somehow made me deceive myself that fashion demands a sacrifice. For me it was always a choice between comfort and style, and the scales often tipped in favour to the latter. It did repay though with admiring gazes and compliments and that was probably worth all the corns .

Now that I'm approaching the 30 year mark (sigh), the scales start turning to comfort. What's more important – I realized I don't have to choose. Who said comfortable things can't be stylish? (uggs are forever!). I tend to choose comfy outfits and let jewellery do the work. Yep, jewellery is my helping hand in creating an elegant look. I prefer to invest more time and money into accessories (the pay day is coming – yeeehaaa!). The same dress would look different with a different set of necklace and earrings. That definitely goes lighter on my budget.

As I was about to finish writing, this "what if" type of thought kept bugging me. Can't help it but I need these shoes . Like a strategic weapon preserved for a special occasion – a woman should have something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour. Okay, you got me, I confess. I'm a beauty and fashion slave. We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious . Going to get those shoes tomorrow!

Clear and understandable things – that's what I prefer in jewellery. You will hardly see me wear anything chunky, bold or loud. But when I'm watching one of my this summer's favourites - 4th of July (Fireworks) by Kelis – I get a little envious. It made me step out of my comfort zone a little and see what is going on behind the blinds and shutters in the world of bold jewellery.

My tunnel vision of acceptable and wearable has been shattered . An infinite palette of showy, sparkling, jumbo things to discover and improvise with. A discovery is said to be an accident meeting a prepared mind. The same with improvisation. It is only good when it is prepared.

I usually take a few pieces and improvise changing outfits to pick the best "background" for the jewellery since bold and chunky jewellery has to be the "major exhibit". I follow a simple rule borrowed from one of my favourite sculptors, Auguste Rodin. I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don't need. That's exactly what I do when choosing what jewellery to wear. Then I ask myself: "Are you ready people will be looking at you and some will be staring?" If the answer is yes, that is probably all I need to know.

Anyway, things happen. If I feel like I'm examined under the microscope or keep asking my friends every second if I look stupid, then my choice was completely wrong. That's a long road of bumps and bruises. But when I enjoy the attention, that's the best criteria to say this time I compiled a perfect match. After all, for me it's all about having a great time and feeling comfortable in whatever jewellery I choose.

I will still wear something classic and down-to-earth, with a softer edge but I keep on fighting my demons of doubt and fear of failure, pushing myself to go a little beyond and once in a while let go of the everyday and familiar with bold jewellery.