I love love

 I know it's a commercial trap, but I like the fact that there is a story, idea for each perfumes. Not only the scent itself matters, but also the bottle (I judge books by their covers), whole color theme and the description. And so I found my favorite perfumes, described as joyful scent for a young, happily in love woman, full of life and maybe just a little bit ironic. Between oranges, grapefruit, lemon and red currant, in the heart of the perfumes very sensitive noses can feel a tea rose. Not any kind of a rose, but the tea one, my favorite. 

 Someone who told that woman is not fully dressed without perfumes was pretty right. It's my small morning (or evening) magical ritual, before going out, spraying my wrists, space behind ears, and taking a deep breath, looking myself into mirror reflection's eyes and whispering: "Go Girl, the world is yours! Be joyful and in love with life!".    

Celebration

  Whenever I'm finding time to take out my sewing machine, it feels like kind of celebration. I'm carefully preparing my working space- here scissors, here pins, here piece of cloth to try the seam, here the pile of things to repair, to remake, to sew. Usually I'm an optimist and believe that during one sewing session I'll repair/remake/sew everything that I planned. Well... That rarely happens :)

  I like the magical world of textiles, dresses, boutiques, fashion magazines. Is it because of hours spent with my childhood friend on the back of her parents' clothing store? Or because of memory of my mum sitting in front of sewing machine when I was little? Maybe it's an echo of excitement when we were watching for hours with my sisters catalogs from Germany with clothes?  Who knows...

 But what I do know, is that I find my personal equilibrium in the sound of working sewing machine and in the feel of the textile under my fingers.

No jeans, no life?

 Exactly a year ago I threw away my last pair of trousers . I never expected it's actually possible to survive this long without a favorite pair of  jeans! But turned out-it is. My doubts were like: ok, but what about winter? It'll be freaking cold, Girl! And jeans are just so easy to wear, whatever You'll put on top, will look good! But skirts? Bleeh, You need to have proper shoes, tops, tights, not mentioning always perfectly shaved legs! 

 After almost a year I decided to give trousers a second chance, especially that my sister did some spring cleaning of her wardrobe and wanted to get rid of one pair. So I adopted them, and guess what happened? I was completely lost with how to wear them. What to mix them with? What shoes would be the best to wear with them? Suddenly trousers became a problematic piece of cloth! Those once safe, simple and obvious ones! I have a feeling like I'm moving differently in trousers, that I feel different in them. And I do miss my skirts and dresses... So as history likes to repeat, I'll say the same as a year ago...

Bye bye, trousers!

Flowers

  

 

  Somehow world works like this: women and flowers go together very well. A bouquet in a vase on a table can make life so much better and more beautiful. It can literally add colors to your life and a pinch of elegance/extravagance/luxury/hippie feeling. A man that realizes how much flowers are appreciated by a woman, found a key to bring a smile on a beloved face. Top clue: in her eyes a bouquet made of meadow flowers has the same value as dozen of red roses.

 

P.S. Aren't you tired of red roses? I am. They seem to me so ordinary and on the edge of kitsch. I think they're the only flowers that I don't like.

Deconstruction part 2

 The goal of deconstructing myself is to get the essence. What's truly mine? What ideas, what thoughts, what plans, what dresses? Deconstruction can't skip wardrobe. Are all the prints, sequins, frills, etc. "mine"? Selection is the key word here, a path leading to simplicity. The luxury of knowing myself helps a lot to get rid of accidental purchases. No place for  anything else than clothes that feel like my second skin- comfortable and accenting who I am.