Hibernation

Wanted to share these photos from the heart of winter before the season drips slowly away.

I can't believe winter is withering away so soon, there weren't even remotely enough freezing days for my taste. This winter was far from easy and I was mentally hibernating for the greater part, but in the spring I get ridiculously nostalgic about winter. Clinging to the memory of glittering fields, silent woods and all the dear dead flowers. The animal prints in the virgin snow and the distant winter sun, and even the cold that sucks all warmth from your bones.

dress / vintage from Budapest  rings / Blood Milk

   Looking at these photos I'm reminded of one thing: you know your sister must love you when there's almost -20 degrees outside and she still agrees to follow you on a snowy field to capture a few frames.

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it

Today is a rare event, both Friday the 13th and full moon. Hope you've all had a good day without any severe misfortunes! Mine has felt exceptionally lucky, something that's also been rare these days. But it feels like the winds are starting to blow in more positive directions, shedding negativity away like snakeskin and letting new things in.

Maxi dress eBay / buckle shoes local flea-market / bracelet antique market in Budapest / necklace  Alchemy gothic Eve Crystal Pendant (a sponsored gift from David at bodyjewelleryshop.com, thank you so much!)

One of my many goals for this summer season is to adapt to the heat rather than complaining about it, because that obviously gets you nowhere. This mindset has actually worked like a charm, I'm happy with the heat as long as I have my SPF50 and can escape direct sunlight to the shadows. Transparent maxi dresses have felt like the best thing to put on when the quicksilver speaks with tropical numbers. (They also neatly cover up all summer scars, derby battle bruises and mosquito bites!) 

I've went with more casual looks like this one lately, adding large jewelry pieces to minimalistic outfits. Do you have any summer style favourites?

Salvio Hexia

An outfit from the other day, before travelling to my family home for the resurrection holidays. 

Here my days have been filled mostly with woodland walks, lazying around, absorbing the scent of freshly cut flowers and watching Potter films with the ladies of my family. A hint of spring perfection in an eggshell.

These pointy boots are one of the best thrifting finds of late, scored them for just a couple of coins and have worn them ever since! Most of the outfit is fished from different second hand ponds as well, the only kind of fishing I could ever do. I thought the outfit had a little witchy school mistress vibe going on, but nothing wrong with that. Most of my outifts do.

This photo is the essence of how I feel now with my life, aimless weird floating and enjoying it! Thehee.

A fruit that's death to taste: dark flesh, dark parings.

Autumn is around the corner and the shades of wine and plum grow more tempting towards its arrival. Autumn always makes me long for dark purple shades. And oh how I love purple! It draws me to it in nature, flowers and fruit, in lipsticks and eye shadows and in hair, although I don't dye mine anymore. 

If I would, I'd probably dye it purple. 

My sister kindly took these outfit pics in the garden while we were visiting our childhood home.

Although I love all the apple trees and berry bushes my favourite thing in the garden must be this odd purple bush! Especially when the evening sun pierces its leaves or morning dew glistens on them like frost. If I ever get that garden of my dreams, it will most likely glow with the purple hues of these plants.

If I look back I am lost.

The morning brought such happiness to me it pushed tears into my eyes.

For a month and a half, practically the whole summer, I've been locked in a void. You could call it apathy, but to me it meant more like death of the old spirit, and in the process also the death of my inspiration. More than anything it was a time of deep personal growth. Walking through days in a gray mist has felt much like a wasteland of depression, but not precisely. It was more of a period of cold silence and growth, focusing sometimes even selfishly on my inside and letting the dark and unnecessary burdens shed like snakeskin.

In the morning I could feel the inspiration flowing again, and I've rarely felt that grateful. So that's why I'm so happy now! It's hard to photograph such a feeling, so I'll just add a list here of little slightly vain and visual things I enjoy at the precise moment:

Bang bang! 

I started missing my bangs since they've been absent for months now. 

Cutting them again always feels like meeting an old friend.

30's half moon manicure with a sharpened edge and a matte finish has stuck to my nails for weeks.

I gave our orchids some coffee and they started to bloom like crazy!

I wish I could say the same thing about our poor herbs.

In the game of thrones, you win or you die.

It was worth all the wait to get the free hours to spend with these brilliant books!

 I devoured the first part quickly and now the Clash of Kings is waning towards its end.

 Bravo, Mr.Martin, bravo.

I've worn a lot of strappy shoes lately, so this trio is a current favourite. 

All are second hand, from flea markets and eBay. I found the used Jeffrey Campbell's Clinic shoes when there was still snow on the ground. I was aching to use them, but I had to get them repaired first because both of the platforms ripped off when I took them for the first walk. :-D Just my luck, but now they're good to go!

“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”

Last but never the least, comics.

I've always been certain that comics can teach you some profound lessons of life.

This particular scene is in my all-time top list and I wanted to share it with you.

And this reminds me that I've got a two-person comic club meeting with my friend, 

so I have to run now! I wish you all a wonderful Saturday evening. ♥

Strewn with time's dead flowers, Bereft in deathly bloom

I slumbered the previous week in my childhood home, mostly just relaxing and cleaning the closets and the garage from dust and memories. It felt wonderful; leafing through old photographs, grinning at drawings and the sometimes frightening inner landscape of a 5-year old me, and walking down the memory lane with the most beloved toys.

Somewhere between all that I also made hairdos for me and my mother! She was thrilled to get the kind of beehive she's dreamed of, and in return it made me happy to see her smile. Clearly I didn't put all that much effort on mine as it started to sag in a few hours, but I still wanted to snap a few pics for you. I loved the decorations in this one, especially those black cherries.

So here's what I wore on a cloudy afternoon. The dress is mom's, hair accessories are all second hand and tights and necklace are from Back Street, in case someone wished to know. Nothing says summer like black lace, skeleton hands and faux roses, right? ;)

Dreaming in the garden and tending the flowers made me really sad about living in a high-rise. Envy is a waste of emotion and I do my best to avoid it at all times, but I can't help feeling a little green about gardens! I wish I'll have a garden of my own some day, with crooked cherry and apple trees, a pumpkin patch and a field of roses, and a secret hideout beneath the trees. Until then I can always dream and circle in the gardens of others.

Day 23: Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy

It is the night before Midwinter festival's Eve, and I'm starting to absorb more of the special holiday feeling that usually wants to play hide-and-seek with me just before Yule. But I caught it, after all I'm cradled by the icy white world and frosty trees into the warmth of my childhood home. Candles are flickering, treats have been prepared and all the siblings have finally gathered here, so what's there not to like. Although I accidentally left my seitan ingredients home and failed many other things too (like leaving the gifts to the last drop!), but the most important thing is that I am here.

For some reason I wore white for these pictures, perhaps it's a sad last minute attempt to appear nice and innocent rather than naughty, or maybe it's just a little tulle-filled salute for one of my favourite tunes for this time of the year:

clothes from my mom's closet

I wish you darlings a peaceful Midwinter, Yule, Christmas, whatever you wish to call it! Tomorrow is December 24th, the last day for this blog calendar thingy, I hope you have all enjoyed it.