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~* All bubbly *~

My yesterday started out with most serious intentions. And then turned all bubbly.

Between a doctor’s appointment and not only one, but two gym classes reserved, I had a free moment to sit down in the sun and read a little Hemingway (seriously – sophisticating the mind and working the butt was the plan).

When past strutted the lovely Sissi with Heidi InWonderland, and hijacked me along.

Mmmmmm it turned out to be one of those joyous carefree warm summerdays (nights) when everything is possible…

Even taking off for Tallinn, for another lovely fashion show, this Friday… Before the night was over, invitations were arranged, our trip & hotel rooms booked.

Luckily, we stopped short at reserving the helicopter… Which for a moment seemed like an intelligent financial move. Until we noticed that the price quoted was per person… Hmpf.

But in this company, even rowing our way to Tallinn would guarantee a most memorable experience ♥.

~*♥*~

I’d like to recommend a most thought provoking exposition to any and all of you who might visit Paris this summer. At Musée du quai Branly, titled “Les Maîtres du désordre” – Masters of disorder, or chaos, – it was a must-see for me.

Out of all the ancient or modern traditions – from Tibet, Mali,India, the Ivory Coast, Brazil, Colombia, Papua New Guinea, Tahiti, Siberia… – invented by man to control the uncontrollable,  it was surprisingly a piece from the US that truly got under my skin.

On the screen behind me Anna Halprin, one of the great pioneers of modern dance, who in 1975 learned that she had fatal cancer.

Instead of surrendering to the inevitable, Anna decided to attack her beast within. She invited 10 of her closest friends to witness as she painted  an image of her cancer on a huge canvas, and exorcised it with dance, cries, prayer, kneeling, fighting… with inimitable despair and rage.

Her wailing, screaming, crying, wordless cursing filled the full exhibition hall, echoing everywhere.

So bare. Raw. Powerful.

Absolutely haunting.

In her next medical check-up, all signs of her cancer were gone.

This documentary tale  hit a core in me as I’ve – rather helplessly – witnessed both my parents struggling against cancer.

Their approach towards their personal demons was rather… Different. Very Finnish, very stoic. Neither of them ever discussed their fears or pains – maybe they would have considered it complaining.

All their screams were only heard within, all their battles took place inside their heads.

Maybe they would have benefited from shouting, cursing and swearing it out instead of holding all that inside.

So alone. In such discreet silence.

Note to self. Call mom. Every Day.

~*♥*~

Ps. Anna (born 1920) still occasionally lectures at universities.

She was the first person to introduce nude dancers.

The first person to introduce black and white dancers together.

First person to present a group of HIV positive dancers.

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What a Lady.

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

~*♥*~

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 ♥.

~*♥*~

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

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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.

~*♥*~

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…

~*♥*~

A cabaree frequented by singers, poets and artists since 1860 is on the list “1000 Places to See Before You Die“.

Mmmmmm…. Still authentic, poetic, so true to it’s heritage.

An evening of magic.

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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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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!

~*♥*~

~* gently *~

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 ♥.

~*♥*~