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The kids couldn’t wait any longer. Since we don’t have a Christmas tree yet, they hung the decorations all around the house…

On independence day we’ll get a real tree! A tiny one for the kids, one they can choose themselves and decorate as they like, and a big real tree for me.

Ok, I confess, I’m probably even more excited about it than the kids…

This deep burgundy velvet heart with pearl decorations is one of my favorites. I used to buy Stockmann’s Christmas decorations and travel all around the world scouting for new ideas. This hand decorated beauty I found from India.

In fact, I always spent a month or so in India and the Far East at this time of the year, choosing decorations for the following year. And I remember calling home to ask who’d had the prettiest dress on independence day… A real Finn, even when far away 🙂

Oh I miss those trips… All the adventure…

Will tell you about some of those, another time.

Now it’s BuonaNotte, tutti…♥.

~*’*~

Food for thought…

Sometimes it’s good to stop and think. To really stop and think. Today I was putting my head & heart in order following the wise guideline below:

“Never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.”

Hmmmm....

When did you stop the last time, just to say to someone: You Are Important To Me…

Today, I am going to say it to someone – my lovely, sweet, funny, wise, beautiful goddaughter. Whom I haven’t seen in ages and whom I miss too much. The belle just turned 16 and we’re getting together for a girly afternoon of celebrating her.

So my Saturday is guaranteed to be lovely as I get to spend it with my sweet Laura.

Wishing sunshine to your day also…♥

~*♥*~

Today the wise words of Neale Donald Walsch hit me like a hammer in the head.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.”

So true, and so comforting. Especially today, when I (once and again) found myself million miles away from the nearest  comfort zone…

Today I’m thinking of you, sending a butterfly kiss over to everyone out there, far away from comfort but feeling somehow very alive…

At least, that’s where I am.

~*♥*~

~* Tango *~

One day, a friend of mine listed things she’d want to do in this life – her dreams, basically. And suddenly I realized just how fortunate I really am. I’d done or experienced more or less everything in her top ten.

This is not to say that I no longer have things to dream of… OhNoNo. With this appetite for life, I’ll probably stay busy for the next fifty years or so.

For example, one little dream that still remains to be fulfilled is learning to dance the Tango. Argentinian, preferably.

I adore Al Pacino’s comment on the clip:

“There are no mistakes in tango, darling. Not like life.”

A friend of mine who really knows Argentinian tango describes it as an artform. The beauty of it, according to her, is that the man improvises the dance as he goes along. So the woman learns to read his next moves from his eyes and gestures, and reacts to them simultaneously.

Sounds intense. Beautiful. Powerful. …And more than a little bit tricky.

Well… The best things rarely are the easiest… Right?

~*♥*~

~* Play it Again, Sam *~

Yesterday I unexpectedly heard the theme song of the movie Love Story. Huh, such shivers it sent down my spine.

It was the song of the most Casablanca-esque moments of my life.

Once, a very, very long time ago I fell in love with a foreign man. We lived continents, cultures, religions -worlds – apart for some years, missing each other every second of the way, building up world-class phone bills (this was an era before Skype, even before a functioning internet connection in faraway countries).

He would sit in a place called the Atrium Café, writing 30-page letters to me, asking  the pianist to play the Love Story again and again.

Finally, when we were together he took me to the Atrium Café to meet the pianist. It became Our Place. And every time we emerged from the (red) carpeted, antique, wood-paneled staircase, the pianist played the Love Story for us.

~*♥*~

Today…

Today, for the first time ever, a lady came to me in a cafe, asking if I was THE LadyBohemia…

Wow!

What a beautiful surprise:)

The lovely Tuija is a student of art history, and life… She has a little summer/winter cottage in a BOAT in Pohjoisranta… The boathouse withholds all you need, even a sauna.

I am truly inspired by her life, and her attitude towards it.

Check out Tuija’s outlook on life, and everything, at Muotisalonki.

~*♥*~

My oldest son loves photography.

He once took photos of every page of a book displaying gross insects; scorpions, worms, frogs, snakes, crabs…

Sometimes even Mama – as he calls me – will do.

So we photographed my beloved long long long ivory white shammy golves… Original from the 1920’s (Ah!). And my shimmery double lined pearl necklace from the same era…

We took the photos in our corridor as the house wasn’t all that presentable…

This is what we came up with…

The gloves & pearl necklace: vintage find. Dark silk dress; find from France. Shimmery stockings Falke.

I like it.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

What say you?

~*♥*~

I adore the Polish composer Zbigniew Preisner.

His music makes me believe.

In life. Love. Even people.

Anything.

This song you might recognize from Kieslowski’s Trois Couleurs Bleu.

It has carried me through so many of my darkest Novembers.

Enjoy…♥.

~*♥*~

This black bead necklace is soooo dear to me (I know, all my pieces are just so dear…).

I found it from Curiosa, a tiny vintage and antique jewellery shop that doesn’t exist any more.

The feathered earrings (below) are a gift from my wonderful Noora. I call them my Brazil Earrings as they give me a feeling of something faraway, beautiful and wild.

I always use the long feather earrings only one at a time

I lost the necklace once on a business trip to Copenhagen. 

When the working day was done, I wondered aimlessly around the beautiful walking streets of the center, happily lost as usual – my sense of direction is rather legendary.

I popped into a few lovely jewellery stores to try on some beautiful pieces here and there. Only to realise the next day – when back at home – that I’d left my beloved black bead necklace into one of these little boutiques. I’d taken it off whilst trying on other things.

I had tried on necklaces in two shops, situated along the same street.

Didn’t know the name of the street, or the names of those shops.

BUT.

With the help of Google maps (with pictures of streets and shops) I located ONE shop I’d visited. Which happened to be on the same street as the two jewellery shops where I had probably lost my necklace.

So I called the owner of that shop. Explaining what had happened, and asking her if she knew the name of a shop nearby that had tiny silver bracelets with angel figurines in it’s window… Or another, that was rather ethnic by style… That was all I remembered.

That shop owner was just wonderful. She really understood how dear the necklace was to me.  So she volunteered to walk up and down the street (a long one!), trying to find jewellery stores (the names of which I didn’t remember) and trace down my necklace.

And she found it. Sent it home to me. Refused any compensation I tried to offer.

Instead, she told me to be careful with my beloved necklace in the future, saying that in fact it’s quite valuable.

It is indeed true, what they say about the kindness of strangers…

Ps. Later, I told the owner of Curiosa – a third-generation goldsmith – about the adventures of my necklace. She recalled how she believes that some pieces of jewellery simply belong to certain people. For example, she had lost a 20. 000 euro diamond necklace twice, and twice it had been returned to her.

And she had felt that this black bead piece belonged with me the moment she’d first seen it on me:).

Life is – always – more amazing than fiction…♥.

~*♥*~

is the most soulful, elegant, striking, ravishing, enchanting, captivating Finnish Songstess.

Chisu.

J’adore.

~*♥*~