Daily Routine

Older writings … same routine. 🙂

Value of the Person's Blog

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I walk. I sip coffee. I read. I write. I look at people. I listen. I talk. I take care of kids. I play. I pray. I sort laundry. I meditate. I fold laundry. I clean. I shop. I make music. I dream. I dance. I love. I feel. I paint. I breathe. I am.
I see sky. I see clouds. I see trees. I see people. I see hills. I see roads. I see buildings. I see flowers. I see insects. I see smiles. I see kisses. I see hugs. I see books. I see hands. I see eyes.
I feel sound. I feel color. I feel change. I feel flow. I feel stop and go. I feel magic. I feel a dream of you. I feel wishes. I feel elation. I feel life. I feel earth. I feel heaven.
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Gold Digger

Ela discovers the fashion potential of her romanian traditional skirt and kicks it up a few notches with an inspired gold belt! Gorgeous!

Fifteen and a Half

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Hello again, sweet ones!

I know that this might sound a little bit too direct, but I warmly recommend you to experience a little bit with your style, by adding a traditional touch to it, as I tried to do in this post!

I always kept this traditional skirt ( catrinta, named by the cool romanians ) for no reason in one of the deepest corners of my closet and I only now realise what a fool I was for forgetting about this one, which is literally a golden treasure! The belt makes it look even more sophisticated and ellegant.

Simple, but catchy at the same time!

Skirt: Vintage found/ Blouse: NY-er/ Belt: ASOS/ Flats: ALDO

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Hope you like the pictures and, of course, the sketch of my outfit !
Many many hugs !

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Pure Pleasure

Love this

Fill the Empty Spaces

“I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city. Happy to be alone in the company of friends, the company of lovers and strangers. Everything, I decided, in this life, was pure pleasure.”
(Roman Payne, “Rooftop Soliloquy”)

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