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~* What’s Going On *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home, tagged , , on May 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Asks Marvin Gaye, and I.

How happy and carefree we were only yesterday, my friend Sissi and I, on our way to attend a fashion show in Tallinn.

Not a cloud on our sky, a beautiful experience ahead.

And after just one day’s break of reading the news, the first thing to do upon our return is to frantically search whether my dear friend and her family, living in Hyvinkää and matching the descriptions of victims, are alive.

Just this morning, waking up after a well-slept night in our beautiful hotel room, we played Erin’s “On elämä laina” when putting on our make-up and peacefully getting ready for a lovely sunkissed day of strolling around the Old Town, meeting a few designers, buying flowers from the flower market…

Just this morning, this was another song.

PS. For those who got worried about my friend: I still haven’t reached her. The worst seems to have hit other families than theirs, but there’s very little information about the wounded.

So I can’t sleep until I do reach her.

What’s going on???

~*♥*~

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~* My Paris Moments *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home, tagged , on May 23, 2012| Leave a Comment »

“A happy life is just a string of happy moments.

But most people don’t allow the happy moment, because they’re so busy trying to get a happy life.”

– Abraham

 

My happy Paris moments this time included places and/or people. Such as the most charming terasse, surrounded by the most delicate roses:

An evening at the most authentic cabaret:

Yummyest lobster lunch:

Artsyest Monmartre artist (and an other one, with whom, it turned out, we shared the same friends!):

Most touching exhibition, on stolen souls:

My Paris moments.

Some, happy. All beautiful.

A few of them, unforgettable.

~*♥*~

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~* …jos mä oisin tyttö vailla murheita ja huolia… *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home, tagged , , , on May 21, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Again last Sunday I was the last, the very last person to make it to our little picnic…

In explanation – not excuse – I can only say that I was stuck at home,  captivated and playing this song by Heli Kajo on repeat. Eventually, I did drag my butt – and my laptop – to Kaivopuisto in an attempt to seduce / torture everybody with my latest musical addiction, but that ended rather typically. In silent treatment by my laptop.

I’m telling you, sometimes my pc and I resemble an old married couple who just don’t communicate.

But I don’t give up. Voilà, the divine Heli Kajo. Listen – and you’ll understand why I couldn’t get out the door.

“Kun mennään tanssimaan kaduilla huudetaan näettekö tätä on rakkaus”

~*♥*~

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~* SunSunSunkissed Sunday *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home, tagged , , on May 20, 2012| Leave a Comment »

It’s time to pack friends, kids, aunts, uncles, cats & dogs… and head out for the first Picnic of the year!!!

Photo Unjung Jun

My kind of day is in the cards. Sun, dear friends, kids’ adventures, good conversation, fingerfood…Miauuuu ♥.

Welcome & join us darlings whom I couldn’t reach! We’ll be someplace where seabreeze meets parklife.

All ladies, Mama duty calling ♥.

Swinging’s just that much more fun when one’s being swung.

Coucou!

Unique bohemian earrings by Fine van Brooklin.

… lightest finest rosa silk shirt from France, cotton trousers H&M, ballerinas Redfoot (Sex and the City; the Carrie model), rose quartz & turqoise earrings Fine fan Brooklin, silver vintage ring from 1920’s, silver bracelet from Zambia; chosen by my dad 30something years ago; worn by me always.

One happy day ♥.

~*♥*~

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~* Your Sweetest Mistake *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home, tagged , , , on May 19, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Tonight I’m falling in love with Heli Kajo. And remembering Paris.

As I was going through my photos, I stumbled upon this song by a Finnish songbird  and artist Heli Kajo. Her song “Elämäsi suloisin virhe” -your sweetest mistake – turned my memories into music.

And as many ask… My favorite coat Odd Molly sample piece, sleeveless knitted shirt with tiny pearls find from Paris, velvet trousers Férrer (10 yrs old), burgundy leather boots & bag vintage. Golden hoop earrings with moonstones, Zarro.

xxx

xxx

“As you are off to paris, look for a young man walking hand in hand with a most delicately beautiful girl. The boy knows he’ll love the girl passionately and forever. Every night that young man dies, happy. Every morning he starts anew, the girl right beside him, knowing he will love the girl, passionately and forever.”

– A little note I received when taking off for Paris, from a dear friend from 20something years ago.

Life.

Tragedy. Comedy. Romance. Pulp Fiction.

I have a feeling that Heli’s onto it… Whereas I’m still firmly in the league of amateurs.

~*♥*~

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~* Oops… I did it again *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home, tagged on May 18, 2012| Leave a Comment »

I’ve never won anything in my life. But if ever somebody arranges the Olympics on absent-mindedness, dreamaway impracticability or getting lost anywhere and  everywhere, you’d be wise to bet your money on me.

This time, I got caught upon our return at the CdG Airport… My passport had expired, ages ago. I’d happily travelled with it – I don’t know how many times – without anybody, least of all me, noticing. To top it all, I had a similar incident with my son not once, but twice last year…

Wool coat Red Valentino, silk shirt from Paris, silver hoop earrings found from Cannes, bag vintage Chanel.

Well, luckily this little hiccups took place in France where one can always trust the anarchistic and rebellious nature of a Frenchman. They resent all regulations, authorities and stipulated practices to the core – and never miss an opportunity to break, bend or go around the rules.

So it didn’t surprise me much when the check-in person just wished me a safe flight with my expired passport.

I’ve forgotten prescription only medication at home and gone to explain my problem at a French pharmacy… And been sold the medicine needed straight away.  “Mais Madame, you know what medicine you’ve been prescribed! There’s no need to waste time and money on doctors.”

Long, long ago I’ve accidentally gone shopping with Serge’s credit card – and been told to just sign my purchases with his name. Some, more uptight cultures might consider that to be forgery… Not France. “Mais Madame! His money is your money too!”

I’ve parked the car in very unorthodox places, and eversoslightly broken traffic rules… Without anybody, least of all the police, so much as rising an eyebrow.

Gotta love those French.

And gotta renew that passport before I travel someplace else… I have a feeling that all of the incidents above would have ended very differently, had they taken place for example in Germany… the US… Finland…

~*♥*~

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~* Paris my love *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home on May 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Would you believe it, in four hours’ time we’ll be off to Paris!

This picture is by Unjung Jun. But in this little girl, I see myself…

Besides being the most beautiful city in the world, to me Paris is the place of larger than life kind of love – and loss. There I’ve fallen in love the first time ever.  There I’ve promised to love someone for the rest of my life. Gotten engaged. Been unconditionally happy.

And then. At one point I couldn’t even visit the city for a decade as it contained too many bittersweet memories to bear.

There’s so much history between me and the City of Lights. And despite everything, because of everything, I absolutely love Paris.

Let’s see what she has in store for me this time.

I’m ready ♥.

~*♥*~

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~* such a sacred moment *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home, tagged , , on May 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »

The picture features the beautiful and magically talented Marianlinn Le Fay. You can find her treasures from fb; Marianlinn Le Fay Art and Design.

I wish a truly sunny Mother’s Day to all you lovely Mamas out there!

~*♥*~

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~* gently *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home, tagged , , on May 11, 2012| 1 Comment »

Yesterday was a good day, exercisewise.

I was feeling all smug as I did two gym classes by Tarja Runsten, who, I have to say, is simply the best fitness instructor in all of Finland. She works her group until we’ve all lost the concept of time and place, who we are and where we are coming from. AND most importantly, she makes workouts fun – be it dance, body sculpting, yoga…

I have a sure-fire fitness regime. If I can do one of Tarja’s classes per day without feeling like I’m gonna die, I am fit. If I survive two classes in a row, I’m superwoman.

I’ve never owned a scale and I don’t count calories. I simply drag my booty to Tarja’s classes often enough.

And afterwards, the feeling is like so:

Today I did an easy class of hot yoga. But instead of the workout euphoria expected, I actually started feeling very similar to the day when I fainted at the theatre.

The teacher’s instructions turned into blurry background noise, I didn’t dare to get up as the floor and walls were moving. I couldn’t breathe.

Then I realised. And felt, if possible, even more stupid. I’d just forgotten to eat. Again.

I’d had a rye cracker in the morning and nothing else all day. No wonder I was feeling like a half-drowned kitten who couldn’t scoop herself up from the gym floor.

Fine, Universe. You win. I’ll learn my lesson.

My body is trying to tell me something and maybe it’s time I listened.

I’ll start taking it more gently.

I’ll try to sleep enough (even if I open a good book in the evening).

I’ll remember to eat. I already eat stuff that’s good for me but I’ll start doing it regularly.

I’ll get some fresh air every day. Especially when there’s no time for it.

I’ll hug, kiss and laugh. Every day.

After all, there’s more to a woman than the shell…

Gotta be kind to the soul as well ♥.

~*♥*~

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~* 99 kisses! *~

Posted in EverydayPoesie, Home on May 9, 2012| 1 Comment »

Yesterday,  we had one of those win-win situations at home. I promised my youngest son to kiss him as many times as the number till which he could count in French (he’s half French).

This apparently motivated my baby quite a bit, as he exceeded his previous record (30) and went on to 99!

Don’t you just wanna kiss him all over too!!!

 And again, there was an old attic flat in Kruununhaka, filled by a whole lotta kisses.

And a whole lotta giggles 🙂 .

~*♥*~

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