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A New Year’s resolution?

Well, actually mine was to call my mother every day.

Instead the headline came to me when a friend texted me with a problem today.

She has one too many tiaras.

Titti, you’re an inspiration.

~*♥*~

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Today we were reunited with family members whom we have missed so so so so sososososo much… Audrey & Emmy.

We met the lovely ladies in the historical & cultural surroundings of Aix-en-Provence.

We’ve met our dear cousins only once in this life, in New Caledonia on the other side of the world, and that was one of the warmest experiences in a lifetime. Although they’d never seen us or heard from us before, we were welcomed at the airport by Tahitian dances, flower garlands, and a full family who considered us their very own.

And now, after years and years, we reunited for a moment, in the spectacular city of Aix.

So lovely, so perfect.

AND some family members might even brave the cold and come to visit us in Finland!

Our dear Tahitian cousins, you are welcome anytime. It might be cold outside but the hearts of the faraway Finnish cousins will keep you warm.

Promise♥.

~*♥*~

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A warm welcome 2012!

My year started heartbreakingly sweetly when I heard a little conversation from the children’s room right before my sons fell asleep. During the awful 2011 – now officially the hardest year of my life, in every respect – even my little ones have had to come to terms with illness and pain. Losing someone they loved. Realising he’ll never, ever come back. Even though they tried so hard to find ways to cheat destiny (Maman, are the magicians of the circus real? If they can do magic, could they bring back a person who has died?).

So. The conversation of the children’s room was the one I’ve feared, and felt coming along for some time as my sons have struggled to find reasons and excuses for no-one else around them to fall ill, grow old or die. For no-one else to leave them.

My little one asked his big brother: Can mothers die?

Brother, shocked: No!!!! We can’t live without maman!!!

Little One, assured: Right… Mothers can’t die if they have little children.

Brother, with that sweet child’s logic: I can’t live without Maman because she always smells so good.

Little One, affectionately: And she’s so cute.

(PikkuÄiti on niin söpö (!!!!!)).

Oh. My heart choked. And with these words we started this new year.

Please, 2012, go easy on us.

~*♥*~

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Sometimes.

To feel perfectly happy, that is.

Just leave all thinking aside.

Today, for the first time since I fractured my foot, I was able to go to a dance class.

Oh joy.

Our brilliant teacher – incredibly vibrant, full of life, energy, laughs – really put herself out there (everytime she dances there’s a crowd of admiring men outside glass windows of the dance studio, watching, stunned) made everyone fly across the room, dance their hearts out, shake off all useless worries, all those mundane sorrows.

So exstatic I was, so engulfed by a rush of endorphins – that runner’s high – that once again I left all my stuff behind at the gym. They are starting to know me as the blonde who tends to forget her gym clothes/towels/shampoos behind whenever the class was good enough. “Mais Madame Haumont, encore?”

This was our dose of the ’80s today – we actually danced to Flashdance 🙂

And at the end it was just me against the music… And the smile on my face.

ps. hurt my foot a little bit jumping all around but not gonna tell anybody ’cause tomorrow morning I’m gonna do it again…

~*♥*~

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I love the Ave Maria.

Hope this rendition will bring a little peace to your heart  this Christmas.

A beautiful Christmas to you all my dear friends.

And a warm hug to the ones of you who spend this Christmas alone.

~*♥*~

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turhaan niitä tavoitan

sillä kauas pilvet karkaavat

The lyrics are from a song so it doesn't quite translate. But the message is that we're off. For France.

…niin minäkin…

~*’♥’*~

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is what I thought when I saw this necklace.

And that is why I wanted it for myself so much.

it is to be worn when discovering, exploring, freefalling

I got the idea of using pretty bottles as jewellery holders from one of my favorite jewellery designers, Fine van Brookly, also known as Lea. Take a look a how she does it, here.

Pretty, and even practical 🙂 .

~*♥*~

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Remember Christmas cards for Juliet…

From the sweet, truly romantic feelgood movie Love, Actually. Highly recommended watching for the lonely and less romantic nights.

~*’♥’*~

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Yesteday, I had a wonderful day out discovering the beautiful Christmasy Tallinn with a very dear friend.

Because of my silly fractured foot, I haven’t stepped out of the house for what seems like eternity. So now even wild horses couldn’t have held me back from hopping around the charming old town of Tallinn with my crutches  (in elegant heels nonetheless).

Our adventure started traditionally, with me getting us lost – but very fortunately so – as we found ourselves in front of this beautiful window display.

Inside we discovered a lovely little ateljé of Tiina Talumees…

I particularly loved this elegant silvery dress, beautifully crafted from white silk petals, delicate chiffon, long strands of lace, hemline rimmed with white and silver tulle – all handmade.

They had everyhting – long 1920’s inspired necklaces in Swarowski crystals and faceted glass beads, assorted shoes AND even assorted accessorices for the shoes.

It was all too lovely.

As was this mermaid inspired skirt below, light as a breath and beautifully flowing around the body. You must imagine it without any of the black, with a little simple strapless beige tank top with a tiny lace trim… To the backdrop of the Mediterranean, or alternatively Mamie’s garden and pool… That’s how I’ll be wearing it.

Hanski my dear, she bought nothing yet paid for everything (if I would have stopped to withdraw some cash at the terminal we would have missed our boat…). And whilst all my credit cards have been cut into pieces in a rare moment of clarity, Hanski still has hers.

Hih… Due to our little arrangement Hanski thought that maybe the ladies of the boutique thought I was her mistress… Hmph. In that case, they might have felt sorry for her, for having such an expensive one… (Yes Mom, I’ve paid her back!).

Well, at least I had enough cash on me to offer my sweet friend a little dinner of scallops & champagne… Yummmmmm.

The flower market at the gate of the old town is incredible. I don’t understand how they do in in Tallinn… It’s like having all the roses of Amsterdam, right in the middle of a Christmas world.

Hanski made her one and only purchase, a bouquet of flowers for her husband who had just completed a string of shows in a theatre play.

What a lovely little outing we had.

AND thanks to my Hanski, we didn’t even miss the boat home.

~*’♥’*~

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Listen to Nina Simone’s voice, with your eyes closed… She has lived what she sings.

Ne me quitte pas. Don’t leave me.

~*~

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