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Tomorrow - no it's already today... We have a big clearing at the shop before new arrivals, meaning sales up to 70 %. Plenty of good stuff, including a raffle between all visitors. And do take a closer look at the store window for our live model....

So warm welcome Saturday, we're open 11-17 on Kapteeninkatu 26, next to the KOM theatre. Even I intend not to be late <3.

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Boys came back from holidays from Southern France - difference in temperature more than 30 degrees...

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Yesterday they ate strawberries poolside of their own garden... Momentarily I worried as they came back... How would the biting cold feel...

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What underestimation of my guys. They were home for an hour before heading to Kaivopuisto for some serious snow sledging with their cousins & best friends.

I, once again, was the only one for whom it's too cold here. But how warm at home, now that I've got my best buddies back <3.

Happy, happy, happy <3.

There's nothing like Paris. First, coming from the airport, the taxi driver, an elderly gentleman: "May I ask what perfume you're wearing? It's so enchanting". Of course, I wasn't wearing perfume. The French sure know how to flirt but in a way that's not imposing or annoying, just makes you smile.

Second, when I arrived at my most beautiful and romantic hotel, they told me "Bienvenue a la maison!" Welcome home. My smile was as bright as the sun outside.

Not to mention the feeling after having spent the evening wondering the cobblestone streets of Quartier Latin... Stopping at cafes, art galleries, little boutiques... Candlelight dinner... I must have smiled even in my sleep.

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The connection between me and my sons never ceases to amaze me.

Just the other day I was chatting with a person I'd never met but who had discovered my little blog and found it interesting. His way of expressing himself was very poetic... I found that interesting. The second day that we exchanged messages my son Joel looked at me funnily.

He came to sit very close to me, looked me deep in the eyes and asked "Okay Maman, who is he?"

Huoh...

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I need to travel to Paris for business tomorrow. Which is wonderful and I can't wait to wander the streets of the city of lights in all her Christmas glory... And I'm not afraid for myself because of the recent attacks... But my little boys are terrified. "No we don't let you go!" "Maman please stay with us...". "What if there is another attack and you die."

What do I tell them...The answer needs to be both true and comforting. And in this case the truth doesn't comfort them one bit. That I believe nothing will happen... That I will be careful... That the police are going to be everywhere and very alert...

And my eldest son reads (and quotes to me) Le Monde's predictions of a possible chemical or biological attack. My little boy cried himself to sleep in my arms two past nights. And still I have no choice, I have to go.

Before Paris, they didn't know about Breivik, school shootings, September 11th... And now they ask if I'll fly with the same kind of normal passenger plane that was crashed into the World Trade Center. That do I know there is an island in Norway where children were on summer camp and somebody knocked on the door saying he was a police officer... And then he shot and killed all the children. To this, Luca says "I'm not afraid for myself but for you Maman."

I so wish I could have protected their innocence, even if only a little bit longer.

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