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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~



“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”  Roald Dahl

Sunday, May 28, 2017

The magic of rain...

We drifted off to sleep last night with the sound of rain and thunder. Rain came down in sheets, knocking on my window with a musical tin-tin-tin that drifted in through the walls, and windows on the wings of night. Like a lonely song, the echoes of the pattering raindrops lingered on. It felt good in a thousand ways, while the sounds of Nature quieted my spirit and relaxed my body deeper into the softness and comfort of white, puffy comforters and blankets. The last time we slept in our gypsy caravan we did so under a wild storm that brought down much rain and strong puffs of winds that sent sheets of rain this way, and that other way; rushing madly among the trees, and branches that under their wrath ever waited so meekly for the promises of the new day. It was glorious, and wonderful, being drifted off to sleep by such sounds. Inside the gypsy caravan we read, and browsed through the pages of favorite magazines, and savored mid-night snacks and drank sweet coconut milk. Our bed had the faint smell of rain and the lavender oil I had sprayed on pillows and sheets that afternoon. When we were ready for bed, we said our prayers and went to sleep. The sound of the rain soaking thoughts that sounded just like silence.











Thursday, May 18, 2017


The picture above:  The gypsy girl when we were on our way to our new life in the South, a few years ago... how heavy my soul felt back then, how lonely and unfamiliar the path my feet kissed, and even still today my heart yearns to return, and looks back, and questions... and wonders.


The magic in me

“I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.” Shannon Hale, Book of a Thousand Days


All of nature - the sun, the moon, those mountains - all of it knows you from the time you were just an idea. That we're all cells with different purposes, yet we are all connected - existing to serve each other as well as the whole.” Alyson Noel, Mystic


An enchanted world is one that speaks to the soul, to the mysterious depths of the heart and imagination where we find value, love, and union with the world around us. As mystics of many religions have taught, that sense of rapturous union can give a sensation of fulfillment that makes life purposeful and vibrant. Thomas Moore.


If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. Eleonora Duse 


“Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.” Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden


Sunday, May 14, 2017

The Gypsies

On a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the gypsies decided to go out for a ride.  Blue, clear skies and in a land where Nature gifts itself abundantly and trees grow as tall and as wide as the sky, they felt encouraged to go on and find the magic; to live outside, and go find the open spaces where God resides.  And thus into the wild they went, loosing their way, finding their soul.


They set camp by a beautiful lake on a perfect May day...




With camp fire burning and comfy chairs for reading and enjoying each moment spread out on the grass.


Here is a gypsy caravan lived by a family of two:  That Fisherman and his lady the wild-hair girl.  



The house is about 25 feet long, and it is built completely to enjoy.  Easy to set up, easy to store, easy to use.  The roof is flat, the walls are laminated seamless fiberglass.  The linoleum floors are swept clean, and it boasts stunning appeal and loads of features centered around convenience and practical comfort, with queen size insulated bunks at either end where four can sleep comfortably. The dining table folds down to make a small bed for additional sleeping arrangements, and it comes with a small fridge, a sink that can be hooked up to running water, a furnace that runs on propane or can be hooked up to electricity, and a two burner stove.     







The lady's quarters in the caravan-house is always the pretties, the one adorned in colorful veils, pillows, flowers, and little lamps.  And she dreams she lives in a Harem somewhere in Egypt or Istanbul, the seat of the Ottoman Empire.





The family possesses three comfy blankets and the biggest portfolio of pillows and gypsy veils you can dream of.  






Food for a year, tableware, cookware, bowls, pots, pans and countless travel utensils for camping, hiking picnic and more.




 The Fisherman cooks...


The lady nurtures her soul with Nature 
Earth's crammed with Heaven and every common bush, afire with God.


And later patiently waits for her Fisherman to do his favorite thing...


Along the banks of the crystal clear lake the family likes to go on a nature's walk.  




There is a rapture on the lonely shore.  I stop by the 'magical tree', which feeds on waters, and wonder what his secret is... 


How can roots feed on water while arms still reach the sky?


What a lovely, lovely weekend we had.  The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.


Thank you for coming along with us