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Step Into Style: Introducing Retro Chic Revival

🌟 Welcome to Retro Chic Revival! 🌟

Hey there, lovely readers! I’m thrilled to welcome you to the colorful world of Retro Chic Revival, where fashion meets creativity and self-expression.

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Growing up, I always had a fascination with fashion and a love for experimenting with different styles. From bold colors to quirky patterns, I’ve never been afraid to push the boundaries and express myself through clothing.

Retro Chic Revival is more than just a blog—This is a space for style that tells stories, memories that feel like old songs, and thoughts that spiral (but, like, fashionably). You’ll find outfit musings 👗, nostalgic vibes 🌙, random life realizations ✨, and a sprinkle of should I journal this or just post it? energy.

In the coming weeks and months, you can expect to see a variety of content on Mix and Match, including fashion inspiration, styling guides, vintage finds, mindful living, creative explorations, and much more. I’ll be sharing my favorite tips and tricks for mixing styles, as well as highlighting some of the quirky, unique pieces that add that perfect touch to any look. But it doesn’t stop there — I’ll dive into everyday rituals, personal reflections, self-care tips, and thoughts on embracing life’s little moments.

From timeless fashion to creating a balanced, inspired lifestyle, I’ll take you through the art of blending eras, mixing bold colors, and making it all work in a way that feels uniquely yours.

Stay tuned for a vibrant mix of style, self-expression, and meaningful moments! 🌸✨

But enough about me—let’s talk about you! I want Retro Chic Revival to be a community where we can all come together to celebrate our love for fashion and creativity.

So, grab your favorite cup of coffee (or tea!), cozy up in your favorite spot, and let’s embark on this colorful journey together. The best is yet to come, and I’m so excited to have you along for the ride! 🌈✨

With love and gratitude,

✨ The Real Girl Diaries — Episode 23 ✨

I trust my instincts even more than I trust myself, because honestly, it feels like they’re guided by some supérieur spirality

today’s vibe: intuition turned all the way up, bébé

Do you trust your instincts?

Well… moi, absolutely. I trust my instincts even more than I trust myself, because honestly, it feels like they’re guided by some supérieur spirality — une petite witch energy, un petit “I know things before they happen” moment.

I don’t even need to think sometimes. My brain is on holiday à la Côte d’Azur while my instinct is at the office sending me faxes with all the tea. And trust me, when that fax hits… it hits. I sense everything that’s going on out there, and in here, and around places I haven’t even been yet.

Edison might have invented the bulb, but baby, I light my own way.

And brighter.

And with better aesthetic, obviously.

Sometimes it even scares me a little — cette sensation that I just know. No proof, no logic, nothing concrete… yet I’m right. Every. Single. Time. It’s almost shocking. A little witchy. A little “main character with prophetic abilities.”

So yes, I think you got your answer.

I trust my instincts completely — maybe too much, maybe just enough. And honestly? You should be careful around a girl whose intuition sends her messages faster than any notification ever will.

Stay tuned, mes amours. Episode 24 is already whispering in my ear…

✨ The Real Girl Diaries — Episode 22 ✨

Even the way the light hits the buildings — I’ll be like “wow life is actually cute sometimes??”

What’s your favorite place to go in your city?

Normally I’d say “so many places, vraiment,” because my brain acts like it’s flipping through a whole catalogue of spots — Galata? Karaköy? Beşiktaş? even random streets I romanticize for no reason??

But since the question is singular, I’ll stay loyal: Galata, toujours.

There’s just something about it. Every time I walk into those narrow old streets, I feel this tiny shift in my mood — like the city gently pulls me by the hand and goes, “come on, let’s wander.”

I love walking there, watching the crowd like it’s my own little TV show, hearing all the mixed languages, footsteps, laughter, and even the occasional chaos. And then I look up at the tower and it feels like it’s saying, “hey, you again.”

Honestly, it always makes me smile. Même quand I’m not in my most optimistic mood.

Galata is one of the few places where I naturally start romanticizing everything.

The old stones. The stairs. The tiny cafés. The noise. The energy.

Even the way the light hits the buildings — I’ll be like “wow life is actually cute sometimes??”

And yes, maybe I get a little too dreamy, maybe a little delulu (ok très delulu), but ça va. It makes me feel alive.

It makes me feel like the main character of my own day, even if I’m just walking with my coffee and headphones trying to survive life.

Beşiktaş gives me that energetic, fast-paced vibe — the “I’m late but I still look cute” kind — but Galata?

Galata is softer. More cinematic.

It’s where I remember that even when everything feels messy or tiring, there’s still a corner of the city that feels like mine.

So yes… my favorite place?

Toujours, forever, Galata.

The Real Girl Diaries – Episode #21

but there’s something tragic about leaving your bed when it’s still dark outside, brushing your teeth while half-asleep, and pretending coffee is a personality trait strong enough to save you

The Routine I’d Skip If I Could☕🌙

If I could skip one part of my routine, it would, without a doubt, be waking up at 5:30 a.m. Because who even decided that was a normal hour to start being a functioning human being? Like—5:30?? The world is still asleep, the sun is still thinking about rising, and there I am, negotiating with my alarm like it owes me emotional compensation.

Every morning starts with the same inner dialogue:

“Get up, you have to go to work.”

“No, I’m fine right here, thanks.”

And yet, guess who wins every single time? The alarm. The responsibility. The teacher life.

I love my job, I really do — but there’s something tragic about leaving your bed when it’s still dark outside, brushing your teeth while half-asleep, and pretending coffee is a personality trait strong enough to save you. ☕💀

If I could design my dream morning, I’d wake up around 9, when my body naturally feels ready. I’d stay under the blankets for a while, maybe scrolling through Pinterest or journaling with soft music playing in the background. My coffee would be slow, not desperate. I’d eat breakfast because I want to, not because I need fuel to survive another long day. I’d move slowly — not rush to dress, not rush to leave. Just exist in peace.

But instead, my mornings are like a mini survival story. It’s dark, it’s quiet, the world feels frozen — and there I am, trying to convince myself that I’m “that girl,” while in reality, I’m just a sleepy girl with a messy bun and a mission.

And still, there’s something oddly empowering about it. Like, even though I hate waking up that early, every day I do it anyway. I show up — tired, yes, but strong. Half-asleep, but present. Because somehow, the real girl in me knows that showing up for yourself, even when you don’t want to, is its own kind of power.

So yeah, if I could skip waking up early, I totally would. But until life gives me that luxury, I’ll keep sipping my 5:30 coffee like it’s courage in a cup. ☕💫

—yeah… bye 🥰🙃

The Real Girl Diaries #20 – My Three Genie Wishes

If a genie suddenly appeared in front of me — you know, like poof, straight out of a lamp — I already know what I’d ask for. No hesitation. ✨

Wish number one: a house that feels exactly like the one I always see in my dreams. Cozy, warm light spilling from the windows, probably near the sea, where I can wake up to peace and coffee. ☕🏡

Wish number two: a job that makes me a boss babe — something that’s mine, where creativity and independence blend perfectly. I don’t just want to work; I want to create, to lead, to build something that feels like me.

And wish number three: a car just like Lorelai Gilmore’s. There’s something about that car — a little messy, full of stories, music, and late-night drives — that feels like freedom. 🚗💨

Of course, I’d be rich too (obviously 😌). Not just rich in money, but in moments, style, freedom, and self-love. The genie could help me get started — but the rest? I’d handle it myself.

Genie or no genie, I know I’ll get there. Just maybe with better hair and a late in hand. ☕✨

Because that’s what real girls do. 💋

The Real Girl Diaries #19 – Walking, Running, and Other Adulting Myths

I walk, I run, I chase, I dodge, I occasionally hide in the bathroom for a breather…

Every week, I try to go for a walk at least twice. By “walk,” I mean put on actual shoes, leave the house, and not just pace around the kitchen staring at the coffee like it owes me answers.

But let’s be honest: I walk every day. A lot. Because I’m a teacher, and my students? Tiny tornadoes in cute socks. 🧦 I spend my days running after them, jumping when they jump, dancing when they dance, and occasionally doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how anyone survived childhood without a full-time personal assistant. Spoiler: they didn’t.

Then there’s the running that isn’t physical at all. The mental kind. Chasing my goals like they’re a sale at Zara and I only have ten minutes to grab my dreams before someone else steals them. Parce que life doesn’t hand you anything — you have to chase it, negotiate with it, maybe even bribe it with coffee.

So yeah — I walk, I run, I chase, I dodge, I occasionally hide in the bathroom for a breather… but every single day, I’m moving toward something. Whether it’s a slightly less chaotic classroom, a personal goal, or just convincing myself I’m thriving while simultaneously Googling “how to nap in public like a pro.”

And the best part? Somewhere in all this chaos, I’m laughing. Mostly at myself. But hey — that counts as cardio too, right?

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next up: Episode #20 – Chaos Couture Fashion, kids, and life collide: wearing cute outfits while juggling sticky hands, paint explosions, and emotional meltdowns — all while trying to look like a functioning adult. ☺️🫠

My Blueprint for the Cutest Future City Ever

In my dream city, you wouldn’t just survive. You’d actually enjoy existing.

If I Ran the City (Spoiler: There’d Be More Coffee Shops)

If you ever let me design a city, brace yourselves because SimCity has nothing on me. Mine wouldn’t just be functional — it’d be cute. Like, you’d wake up and actually want to step outside, because everything around you would look like it belongs in a Pinterest board called “soft vintage meets modern chic.”

🌿 First rule: green everywhere. Not just sad little trees squeezed into sidewalks, but full-on leafy, flowery, enchanted-forest-but-make-it-urban vibes. Plants on rooftops, flowers hanging from balconies, vines creeping on walls — basically Mother Nature would get her own apartment lease.

🚶‍♀️ Second rule: no car needed. Imagine strolling to the market, grabbing your fresh bread (and maybe a croissant because balance), stopping by your favorite little bookstore, or even hitting the hairdresser — all on foot. Convenience without the chaos. Plus, your sneakers would thank you.

🕰 Third rule: vintage meets modern. Think cozy cafés with mismatched chairs, record stores next to sleek modern art galleries, pastel-painted bakeries across from glassy skyscrapers. Nostalgia and innovation living side by side, like roommates who actually get along.

💛 And the heart of it all: people would be kind. Like, radically kind. The kind of kindness that makes you feel safe walking home at night, asking for directions, or accidentally dropping your wallet. (In my city, someone would probably chase you down to give it back and offer you a cup of tea.)

📚 Finally — because I’m me — there’d be mandatory courses on how to act like a decent human being. Not math, not coding, just “How Not to Be the Worst 101.” You know, little reminders that we’re all living together, sharing the same space, and that happiness multiplies when we don’t make each other miserable.

✨ In my dream city, you wouldn’t just survive. You’d actually enjoy existing. And isn’t that the whole point?

The Real Girl Diaries, Episode 18

My Wellness Routine: Cry a Little, Dance a Lot, Repeat

Spoiler: I’m not a wellness guru. Just a girl with feelings, fries, and full-body pep talks.

Some girls have morning routines.

I have… a vibe.

Sometimes it starts with Turkish tea and journaling.

Sometimes it starts with three cookies and a YouTube playlist called “Songs to Cry in the Shower To.”

Balance, darling. That’s the strategy. 🫶

So here it is: my not-so-influencer-approved but totally real approach to staying healthy — in body, mind, and playlist.

Step 1: Feel everything.

Sad? Be sad.

Annoyed? Be annoyed.

Feeling like you could cry just because your sock rolled down inside your shoe? Let it all out, baby.

I don’t believe in bottling things up.

That’s how emotional pimples form. (Okay, not really. But emotionally? YES.)

Step 2: Don’t talk if you don’t feel like it.

I don’t always share what I’m going through.

Not because I’m mysterious and poetic (though yes, sometimes that too),

but because feeling misunderstood is worse than feeling sad.

So I talk to the one person who always gets me: me.

(In other words, I give Oscar-worthy pep talks in the mirror.)

Step 3: Move your body — not out of guilt, but out of joy.

I exercise to feel something. Not punishment. Not pressure.

Happiness.

Whether it’s a full-body strength workout or a five-minute hallway dance break to Beyoncé — if it makes me smile, it counts.

Step 4: Eat the fries. Eat the feelings.

…Okay not literally eat your feelings.

But also — if a croissant is what your heart needs, eat it with love.

Unhealthy food? Sure. Sometimes I eat it even when I know it’s going to make my stomach cry in French.

But at least I’m emotionally fluent. 🥐

Step 5: Write it out.

Writing is my therapy.

Sometimes I journal.

Sometimes I open my Notes app and type dramatic things like “nobody will ever understand me” in lowercase while sipping iced coffee like a misunderstood poet.

And honestly? That’s self-care.

So what’s the secret?

There isn’t one.

Your emotions aren’t “too much.”

Your cravings, your crying, your dancing in sweatpants — it’s all part of being a real girl™.

Health and well-being isn’t about perfection.

It’s about showing up, day by day, mood swing by mood swing, and doing what feels right for you.

Even if that means skipping the yoga mat and slow dancing with your laundry basket instead. 🧺💃

❤️💕❤️💕

The Real Girl Diaries, Episode 17

What am I most excited about for the future?
Freedom.

Excited? Me? About a Closet Room and Financial Stability? ABSOLUTELY.

If you asked 10-year-old me what I’d be excited about at 26, I probably would’ve said something iconic like,

“Traveling the world with a sparkly suitcase and dating someone who looks like a boyband member.”

But here I am.

Excited…

about freedom.

Like, actual freedom.

Like, “this is my apartment, my closet room, my iced coffee in my fridge because I paid for it” kind of freedom. 💳✨

Right now, I live with my family.

Yes, it’s cozy. Yes, there’s dinner. Yes, sometimes my laundry magically folds itself.

But do I feel like a full adult?

No.

Do I feel like I’m living my own life?

Also no.

I’m 26 and sometimes still feel like I’m waiting for the adult version of me to show up — you know, the one with a linen robe, a morning matcha (i don’t like it) routine, and rent payments that don’t make her cry.

But let’s talk facts:

The economy is a joke — and not a funny one.

Living alone is a luxury now, and teaching?

It feeds my soul… but not my bank account.

What I want is my own space.

My own energy.

My own closet room, because duh.

For my clothes. My shoes. My sneakers that multiply when I’m not looking.

And while I’m dreaming of that freedom — let it be known:

I’m dressing for the version of me that no longer tolerates nonsense — summer skirts, fresh iced coffee, and peace as an accessory. 👗🧊🕊️

Because even if I don’t have my own apartment yet, I do have the vibe.

Think: a breezy white linen skirt, a pink crop top that says “Don’t text your ex” with its whole chest, chunky sneakers that practically scream “self-worth,” and iced coffee in hand like it’s my birthright.

That girl? She’s on a budget, but she walks like she owns the lease and the Spotify playlist.

And even though I can’t afford it yet, I feel it coming.

That independent, dreamy, strong, responsible girl life?

Yeah — she’s on her way. I can feel it in my iced Americano.

So what am I most excited about for the future?

Freedom.

And maybe a full-length mirror that doesn’t live next to my mom’s coats.

Next up: An ode to summer dresses, iced coffees, and the art of looking emotionally stable even when you’re not. 👗🥹✨

The Real Girl Diaries, Episode 16

quiet goodbyes

I believe in peace, love, and matching your emotional growth with your outfit.

And sometimes… that means emotionally retiring people like you’re Oprah giving out cars:

“You get distance! You get distance! EVERYBODY gets distance!” 🫢✨

“What Could I Let Go of, for the Sake of Harmony?”

A friendship.

I didn’t think I’d say that one day. But here I am — writing this and realizing I already let it go.

She used to be my best friend. Someone I trusted. Someone I thought understood me.

But somewhere along the way, it changed. She changed.

I live in a way that tries to be both reasonable and emotional. I care. I think things through.

She, on the other hand, started acting like life was a show — and she had to keep performing to stay “cool,” to keep someone, to fit in.

Even if it cost her her truth. Her confidence. Her spark.

I watched her stop being real.

I stopped giving advice. I stopped feeling seen.

She didn’t care about my problems — she just wanted to be me sometimes. Like my clarity and calm made me glow, and she didn’t know how to shine without copying.

I didn’t ask for perfection. I asked for presence.

And she couldn’t give it.

So I let it go — not in an explosion, but in quiet.

Now, she’s not my best friend anymore.

She’s just… someone I used to be close with.

Someone I still wish well — but from far away.

I’ll be there if she truly needs something.

But I can’t carry a friendship that’s not real.

I can’t shrink myself to make someone else feel whole.

I choose peace now.

I choose friendships that feel like home, not performances.

And if that means letting go for the sake of harmony — so be it.

Next up: Dressing for the version of me that no longer tolerates nonsense — summer skirts, fresh iced coffee, and peace as an accessory. 👗🧊🕊️

The Real Girl Diaries, Episode 15

“My Kind of Romantic”
(a not-so-simple poem for something not-so-simple)

“My Kind of Romantic”

(a not-so-simple poem for something not-so-simple)

My definition of romantic

isn’t always understood.

Not by the people around me.

Not by those who think love is just flowers

on anniversaries,

or kisses under fairy lights.

I want a love that holds everything.

The good. The quiet. The broken.

The messy mornings.

The words we wish we didn’t say.

I want a love that chooses

again and again.

That says —

“I see the worst in you,

and I’m still not leaving.”

That kind of love.

Not perfect.

But real.

Respectful.

Raw.

Unstoppable,

because we don’t want to stop.

We fight,

but we find our way back

every time.

My kind of romantic

isn’t loud.

It’s steady.

It’s in the little things

and the big forgiveness.

It’s two people

choosing to stay,

not because it’s easy —

but because it’s worth it.

Yeah… sometimes I get emotional.

And maybe I do love poems. Surprise. 😌🫶

Even the tough-girl types have soft hearts — mine just happens to write in metaphors.

Next up: Me romanticizing summer, spinning in new dresses, and pretending every sidewalk is a runway. Stay tuned — it’s giving sundress delusion and I’m not sorry. 👗☀️🛍️