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THESE SCARVES HAVE STARTED IT ALL
THESE SCARVES HAVE STARTED IT ALL
THESE SCARVES HAVE STARTED IT ALL
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It's not the colour that is talking, it's the texture and simplicity of wear. I needed a good scarf this season, socks that will get a lot of use, hunted down warm and oversized cardigans, didn't avoid the underwear department. (Santa has the best helpers around here). The amount of deliveries to our flat has been pleasantly disturbing because I finally found them life-saving pieces (mostly) on sale for ridiculous prices. Wondering why I don't buy in multiple colors? Navy makes the first move but when my eyes will get drawn to yellow or red, I won't postpone the news. 

Layering and bundling up is my way to stay warm throughout the cold. Just hours ago I have received two woolen cardigans in addition to those chiffon blouses not suitable until April. Got them in two colours, one for Christmas, one for my birthday, something like that. As for the socks covering ankles and peeking heavenly from underneath nice pair of booties... Well, piling on perfect product hasn't been easy - those fancy ones contain zero to none cotton and sport festive motifs without a breather (not that I'm not fan but would like to have some other options to go with my already Christmassy spirits). I had a pair of chunky socks in my shopping basket, almost went home with them but it's not easy to be my socks. I know I'm cruel to synthetics and willing to change one day. So while the search continues I'll dive into semi-synthetic fiber of a new jumper. I could think of all kinds of interesting ways to wear it. And grey... always.

Embarrassingly related: so addicted to online shopping I could barely choose anything from H&M in store. Convenience has transformed me into a person I don't recognize. H&M, you're still my best friend only I like you more on those skinny models and not necessarily straight off your racks.
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IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG TO RECOGNIZE SUNSHINE
IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG TO RECOGNIZE SUNSHINE

























The universe was murmuring to us with its highly pitched voice of an ecstatic blackbird or a wren ready for new day in the open stretch of English suburbs. We could remain antisocial, buried deeply in warm sheets but the waking of a day got us mildly embarrassed knowing the sidewalks were bustling with life. Absolutely content with the choice of scenery we walked to smile hello to the beach and tell her all about our weekend allowing Nadia to run wild and unfocused with me staring unblinkingly at the silver surface seen so many times before. A while ago someone close to me pointed the ridiculousness of feeling ecstatic each time my feet touch the sand, every time long paragraphs reveal the utmost pleasure we find at a simple playground even if I believe these are some of the happiest days of our lives I know I could never live without.

Three years back I was involved in a lot of activities with people with brain injuries and other types of mental disabilities. Whatever my role was, the experience has affected my perception on what we are grateful for and what is taken for granted. I sat shivering and watery-eyed next to the less fortunate ones with the dexterity of my mind required to pick up the pieces as they fall out in anticipation to regain their self-esteem and finding beauty in silent stares at products a human hand could come up with. That's why I've been considering volunteering again, one long breath at a time, one mend of a soul at a stunning view to get my reward in grins, inarticulate sounds in transit to an adequate comprehension. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, softer, teary-eyed on a mention how important it is to preserve the actual moment, make our pasts our allies, neighbours our friends, current views our future nests. I'm lucky to get excited with what's around us, remain wide-eyed on all occasions. If I have no more than a nice beach to offer to my child, my own being, fully mental capable person but of not working vertebrae, I'm asking politely: how is this life worth spending?    

IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG TO RECOGNIZE SUNSHINE
IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG TO RECOGNIZE SUNSHINE
IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG TO RECOGNIZE SUNSHINE
IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG TO RECOGNIZE SUNSHINE
IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG TO RECOGNIZE SUNSHINE
IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG TO RECOGNIZE SUNSHINE
IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG TO RECOGNIZE SUNSHINE

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When you get so tired that all you want to do is dig yourself under the sheets and sleep for the rest of the afternoon, our idea to spend this time outside might prove to be crazy. It was indeed but would you resist a sunset at the beach followed by a carrousel ride to the sound of an overjoyed laugh of a toddler? I thought so. It was sunny day leading to red-cheeks-and-noses type of evening and my hair hasn't gone that wild in a while. But we loved every minute of this fascinating relationship of sky, sea and the sand revealing its overwhelming amount of possibilities from leisure photography to making heaps of sand creations. And on those soft pink skies, bright and sparkly carrousel stood out beautifully like a gem in coal with us being the only wind riders looking out for Damian's hat in the crowd of passers by. 

I feared we've extended our cold by the beach escapade (although you would need a calculator to count layers of clothing I sunk in) so I took a long warm bath followed by snuggling into cozy blankets with warm drink in hand while Nadia... didn't really care of any of the above precautions I took. Her colds last hours unlike mine but that's not the story for light-heated.  

On the creative news I've been trying to make this little nook of internet space as much enjoyable to my readers (me included) as possible so some design changes were implemented with a lot more to come in near future (I'm talking days, my dears). And I want to give you a sneaky peak of an art project I'm overjoyed with in hope for my first giveaway! Can't wait!    
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Clearly insane weather sneaked into our backyard and I couldn't help but add our share of snow fun here (have you noticed we still keep our baby Christmas tree? I just can't bring myself to part with it unless I had a garden to plant it in...). I guess this kind of winter fun is the best - not overly planned or fussy, just grab your coat, warm gloves and stomp your feet or lie diagonally on the white surface! Funnily enough, waiting for the first balmy sign of spring I welcome every snowflake squeezed into cracks in pavement, alleys and paths nearby with child-like excitement. 

I'll leave you with first (and only?) snow-hugged day this season and suffer my newly pierced ears. Nadia was a brave girl but her mama is one hardly-pain-bearing soul and had a few odd moments of post-piercing trauma. Not really looking forward to sleep on my left side...
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Unexpected as it was and equally cold, our feet led us to a place non existent on the surface (while in Poland, of course). To get to the died down heart of a black coal mine Guido we had to wear protective helmets (in every colour of the rainbow) and without a scent of fear be able to take a journey almost to the center of the earth (which with a child under 7 takes us 170 meters into the blackest space). Our guide showed us the furthest tunnels and told about horses helping with coal transport. I'd have never thought about visiting such weird place but thanks to my uncle (the same who stayed with us in September) we had a bit of a history lesson. Mines are usual view in southern parts of Poland, my father worked in one before I was born and I could easily recall a few names taking a lift down the mine for at least forty years in their lifetime but never visited one. Now I appreciate more their hard work. Nadia enjoyed running through the tunnels and laughed hard seeing her bear wearing protective helmet in matching colour. After the scary escapade we went back to my uncle's pad and enjoyed roasted tenderloin with dumplings for lunch.  

I was really into wearing hat and almost snake-snarled scarf all the time while out in the freezing cold and gloves never left my hands for insanely long but I couldn't help but caught a cold while back in England anyway. Under the watchful Damian's eye I'm slowly getting back to my healthy blogging self.  
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