I simply couldn’t make it all fit into yesterday’s post, so here is some more gorgeousness for you to peep at. 😉
– – –
first a picture you’ve already seen, but you might have overlooked the candle-mania going on here. the thing is, I can’t light them up now that Taras spends this much time in here – not because he risks something, there are ways to make candles safe provided you’re there to supervise, but I’m not sold on the quality of these ones. IKEA candles are way too cheep to be honest 😒
not to worry, I found some fantastic indie people in the US and some other wonderful ones from Tuscany that are trustworthy in what they use when making candles, so I’ll update you on the situation once I get it all nice and lit.
also pictured is my favourite perfume, a Lindt bowl my mom got me for Easter some time ago (it was filled with tiny golden bunnies – or was there a big one in it?) and most importantly a picture of my beloved Oliver taken in 2004. ciao old pal. 😢
– – –
another interesting peep was the result of the Moleskine challenge over at their official Instagram account. they asked us Moleskine lovers to show our #Moleskinetower for 2014. I couldn’t find most of my notebooks (would have made quite a sight since I’ve been using these ones since I was in high school!) due to the boxed up aftermath of the weevil mess, but I managed to pile up the ones I had at hand and form a spiral staircase with a LEGO cheer-leader on top of it. 😉
– – –
and now something I’ve been meaning to share with you for years and years. you don’t know this, but mom and I (well, mom started doing it first because of me, and then I joined her when I was old enough) collect children’s books from all over the world. if they’re in a language I know, I translate them for her and then she tells those stories to the kids she has at school (mom’s a Kindergarten teacher).
the first two I’ll show you are two of my favourite ones from my childhood, both very dear to me for many reasons.
first is Brambly Hedge by Jill Barklem, of course when I was a kid mom used to read me the Italian version of it, Boscodirovo, which is also the name of the school she used to co-run when I was in Kindergarten, and of course I was with her there.
I always loved these stories, but my all time favourite is the Autumn Story; I was born in October, which is by far my favourite season anyways, falling leaves, mushrooms, pumpkin bread & pumpkin soup, chilly weather closing in, jumpers & scarves, Hallowe’en!! 😀 🎃 but this story always attracted me the most because the little mouse you see here goes exploring, and gets lost in the middle of the woods.
I did the same while following a cat when I was her age. mom was devastated, poor woman, while I had calmly fallen asleep under a tree and the Rescue Squads were searching for me like the mice looking for Little Primrose.
this is a new copy that collects all the 4 seasonal stories and some more, but I do have the old little books that I used to read, all worn out and battered. I’ll show them to you soon. 🙂
the other book choice for today is the Bored Witch series (originally La bruja aburrida) by Enric Larreula and Roser Capdevila, in Italian La Strega Annoiata.
this is again a recent print that collects these stories (so many! when I was a kid there were only 4 or 5; I was so glad to see it’s been so successful throughout the years). I LOVED her pet owl Occhiacci, and the fact that she was bored out of herself most of the time – and I really liked that she was born old! 🙂
I loved reading about witches when I was a kid, and it was by far my favourite costume for Carnevale (the Italian version of Hallowe’en, but with no trick-or-treating or spirits of the dead; pretty much like Mardi Gras – in fact the last day of Carnevale is Martedì Grasso, fat Tuesday). this is me in 1987. Grandma made the costume with her fantastic sewing skills, and I got to wear that hat every single day since February that year.
I also got a bit of make up from my not-so-talented make-up artist mom. she detests these things (pretty much as much as I like them, really) so she painted my face with strong, dark strokes that made me look dirty more than anything else, but I liked it. and now I get to laugh at it when I look closely at the pictures.
this is another shot of me in 1987. see those rebellious curls? I still get those horns when baby hair grow. 😀
– – –
well, I hope you enjoyed these peeps into my present and past.
have a great day,