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.

Deconstruction

 Oh, everything should be freaking constructive nowadays, even criticism.  Not a single moment should be spent absentmindedly. Our trendiest goal is to be mindful, always focused, in a constant state of meditation, nirvana and zen. 

 Hell no! I'm in a state of deconstruction and believe me, there's a lot to deconstruct! Ways of thinking, beliefs, things I know or thought I know, things I can or thought I can. Brick after brick, during restless but purifying process, deconstruction will provide foundations for something new.

Lonely industry

 Fashion is a lonely business. Take a look through Vogue or Harper's Bazaar, Glamour, Elle, whatever. Plenty of single girls there! Like there's place only for one person on the page and this person is you, you, you, you. Fashion is one huge mirror which reflects...you. Quite grotesque reflection... in some weird unnatural poses, with grimace that doesn't say anything about you, in clothes that you wouldn't actually wear on the street.

Happy PINK Year!

  Those who check my FB fanpage knew earlier that yesterday I was celebrating beginning of a New Agenda Year. My little personal tradition is to create agenda: to put dates, numbers, divide pages, decorate pages separating months, leave enough space for notes, etc. Usually my agenda year starts and ends different than the regular calendar year. This time one of my New Years begun together with June and its leitmotif is La vie en rose. What does it mean? Well, La vie en rose year is about all those little pleasures:

-fresh flowers on the table 

-celebrating thick fashion magazines

-baking muffins and sweet tarts

-enjoying every single dose of caffeine

-spending time on picnics, lazy moments on a balcony, playing board games

-reading books, watching movies, listening to music (all preferably French)

-learning French (Will I finally find the motivation? :D)     

 Of course I can do all that without creating whole philosophy, but isn't in nicer with  one? ;)