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Life Was Beginning Over Again With The Summer

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Summer of 21 started with a new haircut for Cris. He got an "at home" zero buzz cut because a big vacation was the best time for a bold change. That's what he said. # proud mama Summer also started with a lot of rainbows, some double, some not. It went on with little adventures I am so grateful for, although not everything felt pleasant at the time.  1. Waiting in Line On the very first day of summer, the 1st of June, we celebrate the International Children's Day. It was also when the cinemas opened up after a long pandemic hiatus. Cristian went out with his class, at the mall, so Tudor wanted to go see a movie too. I ended up queueing for 90 minutes to buy tickets to "Peter Rabbit 2: The Runaway".  And another 1 hour waiting for a burger at McDonalds. Luckily, I got a little nap in between, at the cinema 💤😴. The Night of the Museums followed 10 days after. Another queue at ArtMark with all the family

Summer Jewelry Edit: 7 Steps to 20 Pieces

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One rainy summer Saturday I found myself browsing the jewelry section of Parfois website. I scrolled and scrolled and then I stopped. What if I abandon the on-line and pick something out of what I already have? In a whirlwind of inspiration from Mari Kondo, Liana Popa , fashion magazines and parenting advice, I came up with a process and 20 pieces to wear this summer. 1. Declutter and gift Less time outside in the past year meant more time to purge through my possessions, jewelry included. Things I was emotionally attached to but, at the same time, didn't fit my style anymore. I went trough my drawers and put together little boxes to gift. I am now left with pieces that spark joy.  Marie Kondo is a sound inspiration to any decluttering effort. Yes, it is an effort. But it is also time well spent. 2. Select, shop your own closet This is a concept I couldn't grasp when I avidly read fashion magazines at 20. Most probably because,

A Checklist for My Birthday

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It's 6.40 am and I am out of the bed and into the kitchen. I appreciate the solitude of this quiet moment of the day. What I don't like are the crowded pans, pots and dishes left in the sink and on the kitchen counter. The breadcrumbs on our table, too . Normally I make sure to clean it all after dinner. Last night I had other priorities. In my dreams, hubby, who goes to sleep late at night, would have noticed the mess and clean it all as a birthday gift. Today is my birthday after all. Stories of self pity start racing in my head. Lately I've grown better at catching them. "Is there anything I can do ? " I ask myself. "Nonviolent communication" comes to mind. I don't like the name and I didn't get to the end of the book. Maybe it was not the right time then. I grab a pen and paper and it all pours down like rain on a summer day. A list for him. A year from now, I'll print it out and hand it the night before I turn 42:   

How to Lead a Good Life

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  Poems can change your life .  "Wild Geese" has been my magic dust every time I need direction or rhythm. Every time I need to take myself back home:

The questions game: 2021 edition

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  It's late Saturday night, after 9 pm. We are back from a birthday party where the boys had some much needed, long awaited, fun. They ask for some screen time to cool down. My answer would be no, so I tell them to go ask daddy. He says yes. I take the time to write down some questions. When I announce that screen time is over, Tudor comes first, lying down in bed, next to me. "I am about to interview you" "Do I have a choice?" "Of course, you do. You can say no, if that's what you want." "I'm gonna say yes, because I know how much you like writing."  The answers are together but the interviews were separate. Cristian was not present to hear Tudor's answers. However, Tudor didn't want to leave the room when it was Cristian's turn.  How are you feeling today?   T: I liked going to the party but I didn't like breaking my legs (they played musical statues and, on freeze, they were suppo

Welcome to my chillaxing nook!

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"Your room is the kitchen" hubby says sometimes. He is relaxed enough to make jokes because he has his own room in the apartment, his man cave. I don't. I have a 0.8 square meters corner of my bedroom which serves as an office. And another 1.4 square meters in the balcony, my reading and relaxing corner. My chillaxing space. My tiny she shed, my reading nook. What's in a name?!  A she shed is a feminine man cave . It's usually a shed in a garden. For me, half of my balcony is good enough. The paint on the wall I am facing is chipped and the other half of the balcony is occupied by our clothes-drying rack. I don't mind any of these.  My chillaxing nook was the perfect place to spend late spring afternoons when we needed to be in the house by 8 pm; where I compete for space with Griza, the cat. She miaows at the door to let her in. Then she finds a sun patch and never leaves for hours. I am sure she thinks it's her cat nook, not mi

Tourist in My Hometown, Bucharest

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Restrictions, they must be on your mind, too, these days. The beginning of 2021 I took some time to think about them. How much was the government and how much was my own? How can I choose action over fear and stay safe, too ? How can I work with the limitations and have some fun intentionally (intention was one of my 3 words for 2021)? I made plans for the weekends, I went out in the evenings even during weekdays. Not much, but enough to feel better about the option being available to me. Enough to feel that I can be in the current situation and have some freedom of action too. Even more important, full freedom of mind. I became a tourist in my hometown , exploring places new to our family and friends. Muzeul National al Hartilor si Cartii Vechi ( Maps Museum ) I'd pay money to visit old houses from the city center. I imagine the furniture, the memorabilia, the family photos and the smell I could find in those houses that lure m