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Tomorrow is going to be so exciting... I've been invited to a press trip to Estonia, to the fashion show of one of my favorite designers in the whole wide world; Kristina Viirpalu. Last spring Kristina's show was something out of this world, a great gatsbyesque fanfare of unique creations. So my whole body is positively tingling with anticipation... The only thing ready for tomorrow morning  - which is more than in my usual repertoire - is that this silk embroidered Parisian dream will share this adventure with me. In fact, every time we travel with this bag, it loses a few pearls and gets just a little bit more worn out and ragged around the edges.. And I love it more and more for every sign of our experiences shared. I'm glad it isn't shiny and new. Nor am I. But what the heck. We've both got  character ♥. ~*♥*~

Today I found myself in a situation where I needed to dig deep to find a fighter, a real warrior within. But after several sleepless nights before and after, I've made my peace with the fact that some things are worth defending. No matter what. So to myself, and anybody else there in this universe spending this night wide awake, I'd like to say If it's right you'll feel it in your gut. And then. You owe it to yourself not to give up. ~*♥*~

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free 'til they find someone just as wild to run with them.” -Carrie

All my ladies out there... I know you get this ♥. ~*♥*~

is the source of this picture, and consequently, a sentence I believe in. When I saw this picture my eyes and my heart just welled. When I was six and my family lived in Zambia, my father brought home a baby like this one evening.  The baby bambi was maybe just a few days old. His mother had been killed and the baby was about to become someone's supper as well. My dad saw what was going on, paid for the baby that was still alive - his twin brother had also been killed - and brought him home to me. I named him Timba. He was so terrified of everything, every smallest sound made him cry like a baby child and his heart raced like crazy in my arms. I fed him from a bottle and just held him. That calmed him a little but still he was so afraid of this alien environment where he didn't belong - this concrete building, amongst strange loud big people. I'll never forget how he cried at night. No matter how much I loved him I couldn't save him. Maybe I'll tell you Timba's story, later, now must rush to fetch my babies from school. Ain't it funny how it goes, this thing called life. How it breaks your heart sometimes. Post scriptum: My Bambi It seems like there are many of you sweet people out there who care about the fate of my baby bambi Timba. So. Timba let me bottle feed him so he grew up a little... But he truly suffered no matter how gently we tried to care of him. Alien human sounds, dogs barking, the clapping of feet on the floor, shouting from outside. Anyone doing anything made him weep and shake uncontrollably. His little heart pounded as if it was trying to escape his chest. My father concluded that us, as a family, couldn't offer this wild creature a life worthy of a living feeling being. There were two zoos in the country and as the phones - or nothing else for that matter - worked, he visited them (inspected them in fact - my dad was one of the real men, kind to animals). And it turned out that in the other zoo a mother bambi had just lost a baby at birth. We hoped against hope that the mother would accept Timba as her own. My dad took Timba to the zoo. He wouldn't allow me to come along and see how my little one managed. But I do know that my dad went to visit Timba several times - absolutely refusing to take me with him - and came back with no real news. Other than all seemed ok. Without looking me in the eyes. He knew my soft spot for animals all too well. And I could read him all too well ♥. ~*♥*~

Still this weekend there is a very special pop-up store at Korjaamo, where three original & talented ladies (Fiona Timantti, Miia Magia and Fine van Brooklin) are presenting their crafts. Lea's - alias Fine van Brooklin's - work is best known to me. I simply adore her Art Nouveau, Belle Époque and Art Deco inspired jewellery. And each and every one unique, with  story of its own to tell. For example. Once I bought a long, long necklace from her, I'd wrap it tightly around my neck twice and still the turquoise centerpiece reached all the way to my bellybutton. Very 20's. I told Lea that wearing this necklace is sooooo hard as it evokes a wanderlust in me that I just can't quench. Particularly I longed for faraway locations, turquoise lands such as Nepal, Tibet, South America... And Spain for some strange reason. Lea told me that the stones from that chain came from Argentina, and Barcelona. Both high, high high up on my wish list. I do believe that those turquoises have a mind of their own, and in me they've found a like-minded soul... One day. We'll do it . We'll visit turquoise lands together. I've already toured Nepal, Peru, México and Chile... Next time, it'll be with my magic necklace. This necklace, Marguerite in White, is the one that lead me to Lea. The moment I saw it I just felt it belonged to me. The vintage silver rose used to be an earring that Lea saved and made her magic with it... I love, love, love this piece. And, if you allow me to brag a little bit... Fine van Brooklyn was also discovered by Saimi Hoyer, who wrote very beautifully of Lea's unique creations in the September Elle issue. Hih, this once I beat you to it Saimi! I found her first! PS. Sometimes some of these ladies also moonlight as DJ's, so you might be in for a treat at Korjaamo... ~*♥*~