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A treasure box came from Barcelona, full of handmade wonders worthy of a Goddess... Silver Mauve Shooting Star Feather Earrings. I was so excited that I didn't even make it all the way home from the post office, had to open the parcel STRAIGHT AWAY... So we popped into a café nearby, hot chocolate for the kids and scissors for mama. And WOW what the packet held inside... A golden beige Aphrodite lace dress.... A mauve lace faery dress (purrrrrrrfect with these earrings by the way) and many, many other dreamy treasures... I'll photograph them for you later, promise. I had to gather all my willpower not to start a fashion show right there in the café but we did make it home for that.. Boys were impressed by the fact that mama's latest fashion statement  now is feathers in her ears :) . All the beauties in my parcel are handmade by the lovely and unique Faery Princess Oona Elena Kassila. You can find her treasures at Moonalia etsy shop. A new collection, Faerlica Alliance, a collaboration between Oona and her man Mo Puccino, is on it's way... And you can just feel the love of these two people, in each of the pieces they've crafted together. Beautiful, and beyond. ~*♥*~

I've collected some personal favorites of mine here for you... A sweeeeet bohemian piece of ankle jewellery. I just love this; will try to find someone to make one for me...

20's inspired dress, sultry 'n sweet A beautiful piece of vintage jewellery...Ah.

Pearls, carried with attitude... Like so.

MmmmmMmmm... a bandanna for flowy wavy summer hair... My inspiration for today came from these little touches, found from here & there and everywhere... Hope they bring a little dance into yours steps this Monday...♥ ~*♥*~

My friend, jewellery designer Lea (Fine van Brooklyn), has set up a little atelier in Kaartinkaupunki. So charming it was, and so full of Lea's free bohemian spirit, that once I'd arrived I found it difficult to leave. A further temptation were a magnificent pile of 1920's fashion magazines that Lea's husband had given to her for Christmas. In mint condition, with the most stunning black/white photos of jewel-encrusted evening gowns, flapper girls, tailored jackets and most exquisite robes... I could have spent the whole day on those magazines. Well, I almost did. Each picture a work of art... Each story a little voyage over time and place. This baby is something that I didn't have a word for, in any language. In Finnish, I was educated, we call it Latomokasti. Anyways, she comes from India, and she is a perfect display shelf for a jewellery designer. After this little excursion I can thoroughly feel what Virginia Woolf was talking about with the concept of every woman needing a room of her own. No kids. No mess. No arguing, no screams of joy. Nothing waiting to be fixed, folded, washed or cooked. Nobody to be consoled, scolded, entertained. Just mood matching music. OR silence. Her own stuff. Her own thoughts. Her own inspiration. Her own moment. You can probably guess what I'm thinking and plotting here... I'll keep you posted. ~*♥*~