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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??? ~*♥*~

"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. ~*♥*~

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!!! [caption id="attachment_9267" align="aligncenter" width="490"] Photo Unjung Jun[/caption] 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. [caption id="attachment_9308" align="aligncenter" width="261"] Coucou![/caption] [caption id="attachment_9306" align="aligncenter" width="400"] Unique bohemian earrings by Fine van Brooklin.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_9311" align="aligncenter" width="500"] ... 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.[/caption]

One happy day ♥.

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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. [caption id="attachment_9258" align="aligncenter" width="500"] 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.[/caption] 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. ~*♥*~