MERRY CHRISTMAS

This December mostly was dark and sleepy. I had not so much fun for walks and whatever else. I tried to make it cozy and festive at home, but can't say that my mood was on top, which is also completely ok. However, there was also a lot of good things, like lazy mornings, little lights and warm socks. I had a lot of fun while decorating and this year it was the first time when I was doing it with some idea of a final result.

Or the perfect mulled wine I made one day and long evenings at home. Once we were at the Christmas market for hot chocolate with baileys. And... it was snowing! Two days in a row it was a perfect winter that I've missed, snow covered everything including our balcony, we went outside, we made a snowman and played snowballs, it was the best winter present from nature.

 

I love how I've packed presents this year, this paper is so wonderful and I'm really into gold colour this period of time. And our stylised advent wreath warms my heart. This Christmas I have an idea of rustic style, horns, fur (artificial for sure), twine thread and very natural colours. I guess it worked out:) 

I wish you a Merry Christmas, I hope you'll celebrate it the way you love it❤︎

LATE IN NOVEMBER

The most perfect November from all I can recall, calm and silent, foggy moist mornings, covering thick milky shroud of mist, steam from the marsh, someones breath. In the daytime the air is so tinkling and transparent, it feels like even a barely audible whisper can be heard miles away.

One day, I make myself coffee with cinnamon and ginger and go strolling. I sit on a swing, look up on birds nests and bare branches. One day, my old friend arrives in my city for 38 hours and we spend them in eternal talks about Life, the Universe, and Everything. Those night-and-day-talks with a short break for sleep, you know. 

I make pancakes, the silence is not tense, but soft and enveloping. I burn candles (Frosted Leaves, Birch, Mountain Lodge Fireside), I listen to an old Edith Piaf vinyl, I make the most necessary drink: sliced ginger, orange and a bit of apple in a mug, I add also a spoon of honey and fill the mug with boiled water, ready. I cook lentils and vegetables, I combine everything I find on my shelfs, I feel a bit like a witch, a bit like Douglas Spaulding's grandmother.

  

MOOD

These bands and especially these songs keep the level of calm-everyday-magic in my life. And videos are so perfectly tender.  What a precious piece of wonder. 
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And classic❤︎

HELLO NOVEMBER

I truly love November for the numbness, calmness and appeasement it brings. This time I'm a bit (a lot) in disharmony with myself, I don't like my hair length and my window view (two very important things). They both might change soon, and I try to deal with them. November is a time when fairy tales get closer than ever, when all that weird little creatures gradually encircle you. You can notice them in fallen leaves and between the branches if you'd look closer. It's time for Marsh Crone to brew her beer, for all  little beings it's a time to get ready for winter. For those-who-cannot-be-called by-name it's a season of acquiring power. Magic time, though.

For me personally it's a time of apple pies and silence. I have herbal tea (cassis, fireweed, meadowsweet and clover), I see two jays in a neighbours garden, it's the first time I see them, before there were only turtledoves and magpies. On the other day we were in a middle age castle, mom bought for me a porcupine quill at the market.  

BLOGGING

I realized I don't like pictures I make with my camera, iphone photos look more attractive and alive somehow. When I started this blog, I wanted to post only "quality pictures", but apparently I forgot how to make them and also it was one of the reasons of updating so rarely: the need to make camera pictures always stops me. However, I really would like to indite something finally, I used to write blogs since I was 17, so over 13 years already. And it's been over a year since I didn't post regularly anywhere except instagram, which is still for me more a sort of photoalbum. Somehow I have also lost the need to share every thought which comes into my head with general public. But I still feel the need for having a blog:)

GIFTS

It's autumn once again and, as usual, everything became clear. The air has already changed, the sunlight is different, everything gets more cozy, and life acquires more meaning. I was waiting for this autumn more than usually.
As it already has happen before, in autumn I feel more harmony with myself. I've been working on myself past two years, and now I see the result. Last autumn I felt much better than before, I started to fall in love and notice details, but it was the very beginning. Comparing to now, it was nothing.
I'm inspired by everything, everything i beautiful: rowan berries in my tea, my wonderful books, leaf and late blossoms. I notice billion things, that were always around me, but just passed by my attention before.  Like that  blueberries I had for breakfast are exactly the same colour and tone as my pants.

I feel incredibly thankful for all those abilities I once had, but lost about five years ago, and now they are all back and I can feel it deeper and stronger and appreciate them much more then ever.
It's still a long way to go.

SUGAR, SPICE, EVERYTHING ELSE

Besides, I love my current age in general, I've found myself in a very interesting phase. Now I see clearly that things I've ever loved had influenced on my life and preferences. Those things that I just liked once, did form my taste and views. And some are just gone. Like my attraction to Kate Moenning and her style (oh, I was obsessed, I even made the same haircut and bought similar clothes). But now it doesn't touch my life anyhow.
But  the exhibition I accidentally visited when I was 22, influenced on all my attitude to portrait photography, and I still think that Anton Corbijn is the best photographer ever. My love for french music of the 60-70-80s I've carried through all my life and it is still with me and I know for sure, that it will stay with me forever. My love for the North, northern art, culture, food, style etc. never was a secret, but now I can feel, how deep it did grow inside of me.
Somehow, it feels like an ability to distinguish true love from a momentary crush.

It's so obvious, there's actually nothing special - we all do consist of things that we've heard, seen, experienced. We develop through it, and it's a regular process. But now, at thirty, I see what exactly do I consist of. Like the disjointed  puzzle pieces of my childhood memories, teenage attractions and some deep loves of my young years got together (discarding not fitting ones) to create a structured unique picture - me.