hello man behind us, i hope you're having a nice life.
i walk all jumpy and smiley to the changing room, rail station man 1: i don't believe you're that happy about going to work! rail station man 2 smiling: she's not going to work, she's going home! me - jumpy and smiley : yay yay! (put stupidly happy face on me)

i come back from the changing room, hand a bag full of pastries left over from work to rail station man 2, rail station man 2: oh thank you, you little angel ! please be careful going home (it was night)!

how sweeet!
me, i felt like little riding hood about to enter the forest!
under re-construction.

If I had a world of my own...

...everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?



René Magritte, La Bataille de l'Argonne, 1964

the sweetest thing

Isn't it lovely when you are on your way home, and the rain starts pouring, and you have no umbrella, and when you arrive home you're completely wet from tip to toe, but it was just oh so sweet and refreshing that you feel you love the world a lil bit more? I think it's lovely.



These are just pretty things hiding in my room.

this clutch is fucking genius!

I love it! Too bad it's made from crocodile skin :(

(http://our-lordandsaviour.com/)

Bargain hunt

I love love love flea markets! Every time I travel, before leaving, I carefully search the internet to be sure not to miss any during my trip. I think the best ones are in my beloved Berlin, in fact my second trip there was pretty much all about vintage and second-hand shopping. Here where I live now there is a flea market every Monday and Thursday morning and I happened to find many nice clothes and stuff between the stalls. Yesterday I took a walk and I ended up right there! It has been a lucky day, I found some real (to me) bargains!
little binoculars with their carry bag, 5£;
a Praktica B200 (1979) film (35mm) camera with carry bag, 10£;
two more books for my Beatrix Potter's books collection: The tale of Peter Rabbit and Tom Kitten Tales! 1£ each.

I wish I could

close my eyes and sail away
(I'm sad.)

chocolate cupcakes

I love cupcakes! Back in Italy I used to bake them al least once per month, with the silicone molds my mom bought me :). My favourite recipe is the one by nigella: it's in italian but it's the recipe for her fairy cupcakes, so I think everyone could easily find it in other languages. Here I don't really always have the money to buy all the ingredients (yep - i'm poor!) or I simple don't feel like doing it, so I use a ready to mix recipe made for children!



Margherita

This evening we didn't exactly have the healtyiest dinner, but no doubt it was delicious: we had a 14'' pizza and fries each. Sigh, I still miss Italian pizza much, tho.

a spoon full of sugar

I have a lovely pair of shoes and a bunny who serves tea as a necklace charm. Yep - my mood is pretty down these days but still I can wear some nice clothes and have a walk around the park; a spoon full of sugar always helps the medicine go down :)!

I don't mean to be mean

but I pretty much hate living in this house

Malcom Liepke

Liepke is an American artist born 1954; he first attended the Art Center College in Los Angeles and later dropped out to move to New York, to learn directly from the works of the great artists of the past.
"When I moved to New York, I started going to museums and learning from all the great artists... Velazquez, Whistler, Chase, Vuillard, Sorolla and others. I learned color and composition and technique. 1 realized that their work was my kind of work. They were my heroes, so I became their student."
I'm not an art critic, so I won't pretend; the only thing I can tell is how very much I love his works, his women in particular, the grace and the intimate and passionate feelings that each painting emits.

Among the red bricks houses, there's mine ♥

My house is among the red bricks; it may not be the most luxurious one, but I still see the city lights dancing the night away, from my bedroom window. It is white, my bedroom, yet warm; there I cuddle into my old laced blanket and sip a cup of milky tea or let my mind sail away. Uh, milky tea! I'd love so much to have just one cup right now, but I should rather get some sleep. Buonanotte!
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