So simple, so true, and yet so easy to forget. I owe this little reminder to myself today.
Maybe you do too?
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I am so excited, and so incredibly grateful.
Not only do I have I been invited to the London Fashion Week this February, but my friend and favorite designer Oona Elena Kassila has designed The Most Beautiful Dress in the World for me to wear during that hulabaloo.
This was the original sketch she showed me... As you might imagine, I fell in love with it the moment I first lay eyes on it.
If ever - no, WHEN - I get a little desk, a corner or a room to be called my LadyBohemia Ateljé, I shall frame this picture on my wall ♥. Such artistry, such beauty, such warmth of friendship it shines on me.
Oona and I started our little fashion week project with a quest for the most beautiful silks, laces and rosies here in Helsinki, to be continued by Oona in the jewellery, fabrics and beads markets of Barcelona... She is working from her Ateljé in Spain, so she sends me photos and ideas of the work in progress at night time.
This is what I got yesterday.
A beautiful silver chain with charmingly faceted silver beads that shimmer with light... A delicate moonstone... I'll be walking on air when carrying this dress. No, I'll be dancing on roses.
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And this is where we're at, two weeks before the event.
It's so... poetically beautiful that I'm lost for words.
And next weekend my beautiful friend will fly over for a fitting... To make everything just perfect.
Oh, I feel just like a princess.
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The other day, as I fetched my sons from school, I found my 5-year-old running around the hallways laughing, screaming, shouting, jumping - with the cutest little girl called Clara in active pursuit, calling "Calin! Calin! Bisou!".
Hugs and kisses that is :) .
My darling run around wailing for me to save him from this awful faith of being kissed by a girl... But I think he honestly
could have ran a little faster...
That night, as I was putting him to bed, he was deep in his thoughts. Worried, I asked him what was on his mind. "Maman", he said, "Can you tell me something... I just don't know... Whose hair is longest, yours or Clara's?".
A little question that speaks such volumes.
On the very same week, my oldest went to a birthday party of a school friend. It turned out to be a
disco themed birthday bash. It was only yesterday that this kid simply loathed girls and all things girly... So positively stunned I was, when the boy's mother sent photos they'd taken of the party - dimmed lights, a huge disco ball, my baby boogeying away with his buddies to his heart's content.
I tried to be discreet but couldn't help asking if he'd danced with a girl... No, he said. He doesn't have a girlfriend. His friend M, on the other hand, has three. As several of them had been in attendance, there had been some drama in the air.
It's complicated, confided my son.
He's seven.
Oh dear. Here we go.
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These beauties carry feeling, colors and inspiration of vintage lingerie... Don't you agree?
Handmade of grey / vintage rose crystals and silver pieces, these Baroque Nouveau beauties can be found at the
Fine van Brooklin webshop. After I paid a little visit to Lea's ateljé, there's still
one pair left...
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I am sorry for the recent radio silence my dear readers. But I'm sure you'll understand... You see, my baby, my 5-year old youngest son, was suspected of having a serious illness and we've gone through exhaustive series of tests; neurological, blood tests, MRI... Now finally last week we got the result. After five years of uncertainty, finally the doctors were able to rule out the this condition.
You can imagine my relief. I couldn't stop thanking the doctor... Or crying. When we got home with my son, who coolly soldiered on, happy for the football cards he got for staying still at the magnetic scan FOR AN HOUR, my body and mind went on full strike. I made it to our sofa, crawled under a blanket and couldn't move or muster up a rational thought until next afternoon.
So now I know how it feels like, to be blessed.
My son, unlike his mother, impressed everybody with his innate courageous cheerfulness. The doctor gave him a Teddy Bear, saying he was the bravest little boy she'd ever seen. The nurse walked us all the way out, chatting away football cards. It was a flashback to the days when he was just a few months old and I had to take him to hospital for neurological tests every month. Even back then he won over every doctor, every physiotherapist, every nurse he met.
My little one, suddenly grown so big, brave and sweet as ever... Walking so tall, feeling so good about himself, he's just shown everybody how all grown up he is ♥♥♥.
I just want to shout out from the rooftops how much I love him.
And although we still don't know what he has, I now feel it in my heart that everything going to be all right.
"Love makes us wake up in the morning with a sense of purpose... Love floods our nervous system with positive energy, love fills us with a powerful charisma, love leads us to atone for our errors and clean up the mess when we've made mistakes. Love leads us to act with impeccability, integrity, and excellence. Love leads us to serve, to forgive, and to hope. Those things are the opposite of a poverty consciousness; they're the stuff of spiritual wealth creation."
~ Marianne Williamson ~
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