2 minue read | 2 hours work

I imagine that women have their fingers stabbed and they carry a foxglove to the store, because since so much sewing, foxgloves have almost grown to their fingers and they travel with them in public transport and maybe go home with it and cook dinner with it. Until one of the sons finds a silver foxglove in the vegetable soup instead of the piece of carrot.

2 minute read | 3 hours work

The design is not expression of luxury, but simplicity in a wild world we live in. Here and now. The black-and-white cover might go unnoticed, but the zebra gives it the right attention. You will not just look at this blush like at any other or be afraid to open it and not want to use it. Because it is too pretty and too extravagant. It\’s not a gooey lure for the eyes, although the ribbed print makes this blush a bit extra in its own way. 

2 minute read | 4 hours work
If music is everything to you and you can appreciate, enjoy, perceive, understand and go deeper than any philosopher, if it means a lot to you, if it means the world to you, as it does to me, Xellence is the answer. 

For quietness.

2 minute read | 2 hours work

I saw a woman. She had grey, thinner hair, tangled in a weak braid, tied with an elastic band, the kind you would find in your sweatpants. Maybe. With the only comb she had, she made a kind of knot and fastened the hair on her head. Every day. It wasn’t a majestic mane, she didn’t spin her hair into curls, she didn’t dye her hair. Never.

2 minute read | 3 hours work

Beauty world is sometimes chaotic net of products, campaigns with beautiful faces and lot of information. This strategic combination leads us to confusion. I am not the one who will make it clearer or guide you through this jungle. I am lost too. But i know somehow what works for me and maybe it will work great for you too.

3 minutes read | 4 hours work

How much does blogging cost? Nothing. At the beginning. Until you look around. Until you realize everything. Until you get writing into your fingers. Until you find your style. Until you find the right angle when taking pictures. Until you stop being ashamed to pose. Until you stop feeling embarrassed at the events and in front of family and friends. Until you are not afraid to skip your shadow.

2 minutes read | 3 hours work

I drink coffee and slowly finish my last cigarette in my life. Perhaps. Because I still have an emergency one in the work drawer. In case – if something happens. In my head I write a farewell post that I will never send to anyone. Because there were cigarettes with me. They were bored with me, cried, listened to my favorite songs, danced with me more than one night at my flat, they tasted the best after dinner and sex, that they just burned out in the ashtray and they disappeared in loneliness, that I spent a pleasant break with my colleagues, that wine somewhere on the terrace tasted a little more, that the people hated me for the cigarette smoke around me, that they looked at me crookedly, gossiped about me that I stink to someone, that they were here with me, in good and in bad.