It’s so perfect, that it brings me to all sorts of thoughts, and to silent madness, and the worst thing is the feeling that I don’t even deserve it all and that it’s too much and flawless. I don’t know where I would find a mistake if I was looking for one. I do not have a time. I’m busy. I am doing nothing and thinking about nothing and ice cream melts on my tongue and I cry here and there, just like that and Mia saves me from total collapse from happiness. I laugh at times and cry at times, and I am seldom calm. If this is happiness, then come and see, because this is what it looks like and this is how it should look like.

2 minutes read | 3 hours work

The scent of Nuxe reve de miel is real. It really smells like a three-liter glass full of honey. Like the one that we had at home in the pantry once upon a time. When I was little, I remember it was a very heavy glass and it was necessary to handle it carefully. At that time, honey was gifted as a reward, or for help, for mowing the garden, for the journey to the city, or just like that, and it was straight from the real bees and the beekeeper. And there was no honey from shops with a price tag and a label. It was real, unadulterated honey. It was used to sweeten tea. A drop of lemon was added, and whoever wanted and was of legal drinking age added a drop of rum, pouring on bread and butter, slowly running from the bread to fingers and clinging to everything around. Honey was served together with Christmas wafers and slowly, over time, in the jar, it crystallized. We melted it in hot water and returned it to the form of liquid gold.

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The white blank wall called for some posters from Desenio. Why not straight up six. I knew what shades I wanted to go into but it took me a long time to decide and combine the posters. I could say, a few days. I went for pastel colors, shades of purple, green and yellow. It is a cheerful and positive combination and I was not afraid of that step at all. I told myself that once the pictures bored me over time, I would not mind. I will hang them on the nail this time and, if necessary, replace the paintings with other ones. Desenio still has a few thousands to choose from.

My Christmas had all the prerequisites to be perfect. A decorated Christmas tree as it should be. A welcoming white friendly nutcracker in front of my flat door, Christmas decorations on the balcony, including lights on the railings, candles, new plates, from which no one has ever eaten before, and it never occurred to me that no one would. Just me. Not being lonely, not having these empty chairs, empty plates, empty glasses, a toast without clinking, bitter wine and dry tears. Without it all, this post would not have been created. And I would not realize what the biggest Christmas gift actually means to me.

2 minutes read | 2 hours work

Imagine the following situation, you go beautifully dressed to a date, you sit in a romantic restaurant with dimmed light, when suddenly… I have to tell you something. I met someone else. And the eyeshadows are gone. What a tragedy. A waterfall of tears. The eyeshadow is everywhere. On your cheeks, dress, and even that starched white tablecloth in that awfully romantic restaurant. Therefore, I recommend Phyto Eye Twist for every occasion. Waterproof eyeshadows are simply a certainty.

2 minutes read | 4 hours work

She knew she would not even write a comma, because she mainly came there to perceive the atmosphere, scents and energy of the fashion world and to let it all flow through her whole body and mind. She wanted to remember it. As long as possible. It was supposed to be a beautiful moment. It was supposed to last as long as the beautiful moment was supposed to last. Every beautiful moment has its own watch and its own timer. Hemingway said. His Rolex Oyster Perpetual quietly counted 20:29.

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and she placed a white satin bag of lavender in the hallway,
 
so it will be the first thing her guests smelled at the first step in her rented apartment. If her home is to scent nice, if it is to scent pleasant, if it is to welcome people, then let Madamoiselle Lavender welcome the guests, she thought, waiting for the first knock.
 
She waited until evening, day and night, countless days and nights, until her soul was

old.

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Never again will one of those days return. As I slept on an air mattress, surrounded by cardboard boxes full of clothes, spread out around me. Because that was what I had left. What life gave me and what it wanted to give. Large windows without curtains. Like eyes staring into my frightened soul. An empty unwritten and unfinished book. A book without a story or an end.