Cooking With A Pencil

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etters are true passion of mine. I love playing with letters and most of the time I doodle some random words, but hand lettering and calligraphy is like meditation - you concentrate your creativity and energy and I think that I should concentrate on beautiful and positive words.

I also know they say "A picture says a thousand words", but sometimes it's the other way around - words hold in themselves endless possibilities of pictures. And not only pictures...words unlock memories of smells and sounds and feelings...they're just fascinating.

New Jar On The Shelf

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'm a bit obsessed with these vintage jars. I got the smaller one - the one filled with wooden clothespins (another obsession) from my father-in-law's village house. The jars were quite popular in the past - they were covered with woven wicker for easy carrying and were used as pickling jars, so basically almost every village home had a few.

My grandmother said all hers were broken - such a waste. So I send my mom on a quest - asking around for old dirty jars (for some reason older people think they are useless, since they don't have appropriate caps). And after pestering a colleague at work for a while, he finaly brought her this big fellow from his village. I was so happy, I said "Mom, now you know what to give me for birthdays and Christmases!" or at least until I find another obsession.

And I'm also proud to say that I'm getting their old popularity back, because I saw my godfather using one to prepare his delicious pickled cucumbers.

I hope that when they're done, I'll get my hands on his jar...

The Dots

Things Are Only Impossible...

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his is one of my favourite quotes and I truly believe in this - that nothing is impossible and the limitations are only in our minds. We have always been told that resources are limited, but dreams and imagination cannot have limits. And even though I've always known this, I don't think I have fully realized it, as everyday I notice that I put boundaries on my thoughts. I have to train myself to constantly ask "Why not?"

The Magic Of Late Afternoons

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'm just waking up from an afternoon nap and everything feels like I am still in a dream - you know, that feeling when you're not completely awake yet, just in between dreams and reality. Plus, it's almost 6 PM, late in the afternoon - the most magical time of the day. Well, at least I always felt that way. The sun is slowly preparing to set and the light is just amazing. And in the summer it starts to get cooler and it's like people start to slowly wake up from the lethargy of the high temperatures of the day...

Late afternoons - the time to have a cup of tea, or read a book on the terrace, or just enjoy the sunbeams and get carried away in your daydreams...