Hey, soul sister*

 I am a woman. I'm surrounded with women. My sisters, my friends. Net of subtle connections, knowing looks, gestures that explain lot more then words. But also words: written, outspoken, shown with grimaces, kept for themselves. Gallons of coffee, tea, beer, wine; tons of chocolate, cakes, pizzas, etc. Hours spend on talking instead of sleeping, discussions about life and guys till the dawn. Best advices on shopping. Twinkle in eyes for the same dress/pair of shoes/memory/boy. Certainty of the "I know what you mean". Silent solidarity of ovaries. Lipsticks, dreams, high heels, constant diet. Understanding that the hug can save a life. Distinguishing which tears are from happiness and which from sadness. Walking encyclopedia of little and huge worries. Consternation in front of the wardrobe. Little girl inside. BFF, DFTBA, PMS. Endless relations,look, soul and life repairs. Wanting simple things, being complicated. 

 "O-oh girls just wanna have fun"

* If you're a guy you may not understand over half of this post.

Fear

 There's nothing better to do on your free Sunday morning than cut out paper pumpkins, bats and spiders to decorate your work place, especially if you don't give a damn about some foreign tradition that became another opportunity to revive trade in the times of crisis (I mean Halloween of course...) :[

  But I wouldn't be myself if I wouldn't  find an inspiration in that ;) People like to be scared when they control it- it's Halloween, we have costumes that we'll take off tomorrow, or it's a scary movie but it'll end and we'll go out of the cinema to the real, less scary life. Is it less scary indeed?

  There's only one scary thing in this world: our mind. It can make us fearless but it can also make us scared of anything.

Take me home

WARNING: this is very nostalgic post!

 Is it first snow this Autumn, is it cold, is it a year far away from home, is it tv series reminding best friends, I don't know but I'm thinking about my home more lately. Home town, house that I can call home, my room that stays empty, piano that no one plays. Parents. 

 I saw woman in the bus today with tiny little creature on her hands called child. It'll take some years for that creature to become fully independent. It'll want the independence, then it'll regret it, then it'll understand it and accept it, maybe even use it to make its life happy.

  When I look back at my life I regret that in some moments I didn't notice and used the chances that I was given. I'd like to go back in time with the wisdom and way of thinking I nurtured now. But I realized that it has to be this way- to be clumsy and silly all your life. To be still a student in a life school. To miss some classes and fail some tests, to learn new things and skip some classes. To have some knowledge and to forget it all. And finally to pass away, not much smarter than in the moment of birth.

Girl with a Moschino bag

 It happened quite a while ago. Used to my monthly ticket I sat in the bus without care. On the next stop, young woman came into the bus and validated her ticket in front of me. That reminded me that I didn't do the same with mine. Few stops later ticket controllers asked me for my ticket- what a luck! Girl with Moschino bag saved my life! Or at least my wallet from getting more skinny ;) I got off the bus thinking about that girl. Why? She was dressed very nice, very fashion and chic way. That Saturday morning, on my way to work, I made big decision: "I am a fashionist!"

  I'm sure I wrote about it in one of my posts but today it's more live than ever: you can do whatever you want, it's all matter of your decision. To stay in your job or quit it? To live here or in another country? To go out or stay inside another evening? To take this challenge or give up? To complain or to do something about it? To buy this or to save the money? To care or to ignore?

Blogosphere

 When few years ago in high school times (but still less then 10! :P) I wrote essay about blogs for IT ("Blogs, the virtual diaries"), I didn't have any idea how powerful blogs will became. Then blogs were mainly alternate form of diaries, using screen and keyboard instead paper and pen. I remember discussions about those modern diaries that aren't a secret anymore.

 And nowadays? Blogs became powerful tools in technology, fashion, advertising, social campaigns, etc. For many people their blogs became their job and the only income. Trades are finding experts in their fields through blogs. Bloggers transform their hobbies into brands and businesses.  New posts are as important as newspapers. Bloggers create communities, organize forums, meetings, competitions, etc. I even know a cafe in my city where bloggers are especially welcomed :)

 What will happen in the future with blogs? What will take their place? What new form of communication?

Dream dress

 Is there a girl that didn't dream of having in her wardrobe real gown? Some long, super elegant, impressing dress that is waiting for a special night, special occasion, for being the queen of the night and seduce everyone or at least that one particular gentleman. How can we compare today disco to the real ball from the past? 

 Very special preparations before the big night are often as exciting as the party itself. I remember prom and how amazing it was to see classmates dressed up, girls with make up, each one looking so pretty. Guys looking so grown up and handsome in suits. Special nights require special outfit. 

 I have a lot of jewellery, dresses, accessories waiting for a special occasion. I'm looking for a courage in me to switch the proportions: wear my special outfits everyday and the regular ones only from time to time ;)  

 

Vagabond

On a scale from 1 to 10, how much of a Vagabond have you in your soul? :)

I'd be around 5 or maybe 7. What tells me there's so much of a vagabond in me? The feelings that I have when I'm on a long walk, watching fire, going somewhere by train. How I feel in the city and how I feel on a countryside. You breath different between skyscrapers and in fields of gold. If I'd have to picture the state of perfect happiness, I'd choose summer meadow, aromatic from all the herbs and wild flowers, buzzing from all the insects being busy flying from one blade of grass to the other.

 I know I'm extraordinary vagabond- with all the feelings I have for dresses and fashion, using laptop and mobile to connect with the world, working as a manager in chain store. But words "vagabond" and "ordinary" doesn't go along very well :)  So let me put on my hat and ramble some more!