• Opening the wardrobe and finding dozens of items from the latest looks to everything that feels stylish and updated in the world of buttons and bows. Yes, yes... you know I'm not talking about my wardrobe.  
• It's impossible to describe the bond shared between my nails and nail varnish remover. We're inseparable before I finally get some results with colour and shape. 
• My UV rich face cream is nearly finished. I'm just glad the weather is suitable.   
• Got into a reading habit. The process was quick and painless so far. I tend to live in two to three (unrelated) stories at the same time.  
• I love my easily satisfied self. So far using glycerin-peat soap was the best form of relaxation. 
• I used to love the idea of living in a loft apartment showing off my artistic soul in variations of paint marks and stains on furniture or wooden floor. My dreams become reality - spectacular signs of an artist living with us are trackable throughout the flat.
• Things from childhood I no longer experience: I don't own wellies anymore and don't

  write letters on pretty stationery. My inner child is depressed.
• Packing the fruit and little snacks for every day outings with Nadia and bringing most of them back home like I had not much to carry around these days.
• Ordered stuff online knowing it'll be delivered while I'm at work. How cruel!
• Have watched Toy Story so many times this week I have stopped putting toys away at the end of the day. I started believing they would go back in their places themselves.
• Placing my mobile phone far away from bed so I have to get up... to press the snooze button.
• Our flat is always the tidiest in the evening when we're ready for bed. I should have visitors at night only.
• Finding ridiculous hours for showing affection or dropping things half finished just cause Nadia is sleeping. She keeps our marriage alive.  

We seem to love short getaways, a day is enough to stroll down the street, grab an ice cream, look around the corner and jump in a car for a ride back home. One day of spontaneousness speaks to us louder than a day of preparation and usually it's never defined on our personalized calendar. Not every choice of trip decided on the spur of the moment is completely washed out of some errands that have to be ran but we always focus on the fun factor throughout. It's the deal. Sealed with a huge dose of positive expectations and right coordination. With Damian in tow we're more on a neatier, organized side.  Before there was still hope to get Nadia's passport ready before family holiday (those cases take light years to complete especially when you're torn between two countries and no one really knows which one is closer to your heart, let alone residency status in this case) - traipsing at a snail speed on London's busy sidewalks cheered every cell of that tiny body emerging from underneath stores' canopies into the sunshine. Brisk walking, avoiding short showers with a friendly grin was marking our afternoon. As typing this I came to realize how annoying my requests to stop here or capture this might have been. Getting impressed by a window decoration, unusual change of scenery as I rebel around? Everything seems so real to me these days, so within reach if you're willing to touch. The hues, textures are so permittive and I'm grateful for the luxury of noticing and embracing them.  As we drove home I hugged that sleepy head of mine in the car seat next to me (I haven't sat in the front passenger seat since the day she was born and I'm happy never to do that again) knowing how lucky mama I am - her presence is magical, her monologues are wonderfully vibrant so much so that I needn't do anything but melt.

^^ Fast-paced but productive shopping. Unlike me, she knows exactly what she'd like. I predict a wonderful shopping buddy in near future. ^^

^^ Superdry or superwet... make up your mind, London! ^^

Have a magical weekend! x

^^ Sticks to what Nadia does best, with people she likes most ;) ^^

^^ Almost sub-zero temperature places of worship have always overwhelmed me the good explorer's way. I'm finely tuned to tired grey stone, fresh in all the right places watermarks of time resumed underneath my strappy wedges. How do you feel about old churches and castles, their place on the paths of your journeys? ^^

^^ Nadia's favourite kind of day, favourite kind of food. My favourite kind of life :) ^^

^^ Speaking of kids stores, thrift stores, markets, easy access shelves plentiful in goods with unintentionally omitted price tags, Nadia seems to be in the process of getting inspired just by a touch, a glimpse even. I love how by just looking at her finds you pretty much know their hers (whether they make it home or not. So quite understandably some thoughts on a toddler in consumer wonderland are calling). ^^

^^ Whether local or not the views always delight the eyes at every turn. This time however I focused on a community of mussel beds stuck on stone pier they're pleased to inhabit. Fascinating how many elongated and asymmetrical members colonized the area and how thrilling it was to find them in their natural habitat rather then packed and frozen on the supermarket shelf. ^^

^^ My thoughts are racing to keep up with the teasing sunshine - I have neglected our summer wardrobe and beach equipment hasn't been searched for either. I'm instantly super-alert with seasonal changes, this year blame it on the weather's behaviour. ^^

^^ Mornings and evenings spent with this little lady make them special and unique. Days revolve around deciding on the ice cream flavour (she loves chocolate just like her daddy leaving all the sourness of fruit to me), dancing like a joyful monkey, quirky tales and new ideas. ^^