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...was spent yesterday at the recordings of the new Voice of Finland season. [caption id="attachment_10932" align="aligncenter" width="320"] There is the cutest photo in the world of my son in That Chair but as I don't post recognizable photos of children on the net you're stuck with me... Sorry![/caption] My son and I always watched the show together so it was a really sweet opportunity to see and feel all the excitement firsthand, together. My son is a little bit shy by nature - and the situation rather overwhelming - so he didn't quite dare to go and speak to his idols. Just being a few meters away from Lauri Tähkä, whose songs he always belts out to me, was a real adventure for him. And interesting it was, really. A lot of banter between the judges for the best singers, behind the scenes jokes, proposed wrestling matches... The coaches took so much time to talk to their fans in the audience, to boost the spirits of the viewers, sign autographs, pose for fan photos... I think they did their best to make the full audience feel welcome. What touched me is that the whole show, the making of it as well as what you see on tv, is made with a warm and kind spirit. Whereas I deeply resent all those reality shows where people are ridiculed and put down and the more they collapse in front of their judges (and at worst, these are young kids), the better tv it makes. I'd never take my son to watch something like that in the making. This show really is different. The praise is genuine, criticism given constructively and softly, the age of the contestant considered. The young ones not chosen were told not to feel down, their time will come... There was one song that especially brought shivers down my spine... I suppose we're not allowed to say much, but something by Queen will definitely rock you next spring. And one more thing simply must be mentioned... Paula Koivuniemi's shoes. Just wait till you see the shine of those crystals - they too will rock you ladies, this I can promise :) . I do believe there's nobody else in this country who could pull off those shoes but her. And last but not least, I found an old friend there... Anitta and I used to work together at Save the Children for 5-6 years but after that period children, work, life... just happened, so much so that we didn't manage to meet even once. Until yesterday, when I found her there, working for the campaign for the show at Nelonen.. What a warm feeling. Even her son, after so many years, remembered me! So happy to see how many of your dreams have come true my friend ♥. ~*♥*~

Well, today will be spent outside with the kids in the rare combination of brisk fresh weather AND the sun, wandering around the national park of Nuuksio. But here's an outfit of a day, anyway, as these posts are constantly most requested...One of my favorite skirts is this one, made of smooth thick silk and adorned by finest French lace, by Jasmin Santanen Paris. So sophisticated, with a cut that hugs the body perfectly (sorry, had no time for ironing..). The cape is from  Ajatar, deep burgundy heels are by Pura Lopez, although the photos don't do justice to the color. *

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I was invited to the opening of 10-years celebration of jewellery designer Anna Gav at the art gallery 4-kuus. And I honestly don't know which impressed me more, the sweetness of Anna or her talent. I've owned a black beaded necklace by her for almost ten years but wearing it will be completely different, now that I associate her loveliness to it. [caption id="attachment_10738" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Anna Gav![/caption] * *

So many pieces were beautiful, but I (particularly) fell for this necklace: and for the purse titled Swan Lake, below: Anna's exhibitions shall stay at Galleria 4-kuus on Uudenmaankatu 4-6 (Helsinki) till 26th October. A perfect little visit after your Sunday brunch tomorrow? ~*♥*~

This image is so perfect with the drumming of rain on the roof of our attic flat. [caption id="attachment_10726" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Photo: Samsara[/caption] I think I need a cup of warm tea. A good book. A blanket. And that's ALL I need in this world. ~*♥*~

My day started by a little message through which one could taste the salt of tears. The father of a 10-month old baby had been deported yesterday. His girlfriend and child were given 15 minutes to say their goodbyes. Another salty message. A dear friend had lost her stepfather last night. A salty conversation. My sons, again, got deep and philosophical about their Pappa. It's amazing how clearly they remember him ❤. We had a long, such good discussion. It's getting crowded in heaven, they figured. But maybe their friend N-N's granddad also likes fishing, maybe he'll also have an unruly politically incorrect sense of humor, and the old men will have a great time together. Serge just took the boys and god-daughter to the circus. This long-awaited trip prompted such vivid expressions of joy that by now the whole building knows circus is in town. And after the circus, we're having a sleepover by 8-year-old N-N. Kids have ordered three mattresses on the floor, side by side, and firmly decided to stay up all night. They also have dangerously fond memories of a previous sleepover after which we woke up to artwork having been drawn all over the walls... Just before rushing out the door for the circus my youngest son stopped to ask "Maman, are you going to die and go to heaven one day too?". A question I've had to answer to my sons all too often, to which there is never an answer both honest and comforting. So I opted for trying to buy time. "Yes, but not for a long longest time. I have a feeling I'll live to be very old." He had another concern: "If you go to heaven you can't give me kisses anymore. I'm not gonna like that." Oh, you can believe how my heart quenched when his 5-year-old face grew sad. "Listen, I'll blow kisses your way all the time then. Every time you'll feel a little wind on your cheek you'll know it's me." This, to him, was acceptable. Off to the circus then. So, it's a full house of tears and laughter today. Family ❤. So many big things, so many little things. So many little things that are the biggest of all.

A song my heart is singing today. ~*❤*~