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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Thursday, August 10, 2017


I am living the hours of my days in the garden—dreaming under green vines and roses.  Freely roaming my domains as I wish... in my dreams, I'm treading some old witch's tracks, amid brilliant flowers and long grasses, and far beyond the thicket there must be a shack... a witch's cottage crowned with evergreen leaves and decorated with a thousand beautiful flowers that perfume the air around...


Oh, let me take you into the dark green woods, like a 'mass of darkness', the ground overgrown by privets and trees of all sorts... a sanctuary for birds and the thrashers that scrape and graze the floors of this place that sometimes become a trail where little rushing rivers converge, and form and run down to the skirt of the garden to quench the wildflowers that grow there...




Are you a dreamer, a barefooted wanderer, a gypsy soul, a wood fairy with glittered soles?  You are not like everyone else, simply because you don't care about things... instead, your heart yearns for new places, people, and experiences that would inspire you to become greater in spirit, and live as freely as your heart loved?  Then we most be kindred... stay around, and tell me who you are! 




Sunday, August 6, 2017

It is raining, and I can hear thunder rumbling in the distance. I love the voice of thunder and gray dark days.  Here in the south, rainy days mean the darkening of all that's green and lush, and the woods turning into a sorts of night, and birds and little creatures scurrying away... where, oh where do they go and, where are their dwelling places? 

Inside the house little lights are turned on everywhere.  We made ourselves some papaya milkshakes, and both of us went our separate ways in the house; to do just what each love.  I'm sitting by the window writing, and contemplating what evolves outside while I listen to Nature's music and try to secrete it somewhere in my soul.  The Fisherman reads and works on his emails.  

When rain stops, or when it's just a splish-splash of a light drip drip drip, up would come from the ground all those rain ghosts—a faint fog that would lift from the road up the hill, and from people's roofs, and you would see these light-headed, misty ghosts walk away in little dances... moving, shifting until disappearing in thin air... rain, and fog—a most lovely of combination, that only happens here in the south.  

I am going through some old photographs on my computer and I just had to post some pictures I took in 2014 when we moved to our little white cottage and our living room was a hotchpotch of colors and gypsy pillows.  It has changed a lot since, but I still find this decorating style fascinating, and if I have the courage to change things again, I would bring back all that gypsy goodness and make my living room gay and colorful again.  For now, it will be as is—the black and white more modern approach that I so love too.  







I am now going to put on my rain boots and go outside into my rainy garden for some magical time.... I wish we could turn into fairies, or into tiny Thumbelinas and go play together in the rain for a bit!  Wouldn't that be nice!   

I hope you're having a beautiful Sunday, wherever you are!



   

Wednesday, July 26, 2017


God didn’t bring you this far to leave you... Philippians 1:6

He who has led you so far, will guide you further ~ Rumi.







Thursday, July 20, 2017


Boho is witty, whimsical and highly reflective of the mind and lifestyle of the person who embraces it. 




The bedroom is our most personal space — it’s where we let our hair down and our imagination loose. So if the real bohemian you is just dying to flaunt itself, me thinks the bedroom is a great place to start.




When styling a boho room, just let the gypsy in you rule
and be happy!


Sunday, July 16, 2017

If you have been reading me, or coming here for awhile now, most probably you already know how I adore the eclectic gypsy look, or boho chic style... 


If you are not familiar with such style, it simply means flowy skirts and dresses, vintage accessories, junk jewelry, crocheted, lace dresses, tops, hats, and bags, beads, fringe, lots of shawls and natural-crazy looking hair.  


Except during our hot summer days, I wear a lot of boots during spring, fall and winter....


Layers layers layers...
I love handkerchief hem skirts and dresses
paired with boots...


Breezy, lightweight, flowing skirts for summer 


Paired with floral bell-sleeve blouses


Be sure to wear flowers in your hair too!


When we visited Spain last year, street gypsies gathered around me trying to sell me their lovely shawls...  I bought one... or two!


This is my winter look.
Lots of layered skirts paired with my 70's
Stevie Nick's style boots...


I love this long fringed-sweater so much!
  

A key ingredient in boho chic style is comfort — you’ll see a lot of soft, loose-fitting, flowy clothes, often worn in layers. Maxi dresses (full-length, usually loose-fitting dresses) are a great example of the flowy comfort common to this style...


This flowy floral thrift store skirt is one of my favorites ever. On going through my stash of photographs the other day I found out that this skirt had travelled with me to more than one country round the world...


 In Israel this year


...and in Spain last year


(Did you noticed the guy reading beside me... an American for sure! haha)
Nobody ever wears shorts in Europe, except for tourists!
Even if it is in the midst of summer, please do not wear your shorts in Europe... 
Just saying ;)


This long fringed crocheted shawl on the photograph above is one of my favorite ever.  I use it almost every day during our mild winter days and lucky for me, it was a thrift store find!

 I also love jewelry...


At a flea market I always head for the junk jewelry table first.



Do you have an specific style you love, or certain clothes you like to wear, or see yourself going back to again and again?  I'd love to hear about it! 

Until the next time...




Sunday, July 9, 2017

I live in my own little world, but it's OK... they know me here!


Wednesday, June 28, 2017

At a flea market I always head for the junk jewelry table first.
Love it!

"Jewelry and pins have been worn throughout history as symbols of power, sending messages. Interestingly enough, it was mostly men who wore the jewelry in various times, and obviously crowns were part of signals that were being sent throughout history by people of rank" (Madeleine Albright)


"Whether I'm making a recipe or a piece of jewelry or a white-rose-and-jasmine tea or the perfume, I like to think of myself as a happy little sorceress, and if I could just have a little general store with all that stuff and give people a sense of my taste, that would be lovely". Padma Lakshmi


I like jewelry. Big rings, weird necklaces. Old books, long flowy skirts, clean wild hair and open skies... I like the smell of rain, I like mornings and sunshiny days.  My heart is a bohemian wandering the earth.  Cielo~