War paint!

 It's going to be a war. Because if not, then there is an inevitable end of the world. The reason of this post is not a letter from the council (however it could still remain on the list) but first of all is a mood sneaking around from chimneys. In 80's people called in a famous London's fog, we all now that it's only a melancholic spring waking us every morning with the same cruelty.

All Of My Smoky Mornings

 I commited an artistic suicide. I quit smoking. Not because of my housemates', friends' and family's crusade against me, but just becase one day I looked around and I understood I can't do this any longer. The awareness came totally unexpected, somewhere in between Stansted and a lovely village starting with a 'B' and wa dressed as a nice charming girl named Cornelia. She was the one who gave a cigarette. As a former chain smoker better known as a 'chimney' I smiled and, not interrupting a friendly chat, welcomed my afternoon with a nice path of smog in the air. Then the fate happened: something holt on my heart and didn't want to let it go. I felt dizzy all around my world and head and I couldn't take any breathe in. Finally, I woke up from this fever daydream still fighting with caughing, with one thing understood: my limit of smoking had been finished.

The Guy I Live With

 Let's set up one thing at the beginning- The Guy I Live With doesn't live with me anymore. He moved out after I tried to lock him in a grave underground of St Paul's Cathedral during our delightful seightseeing trip. But as he didn't move far (it was a terrible time for a flat search, as usual in London) he keeps making my life more entertaining.

 There is one thing you have to know about him- he hates a mess. Though I'm not a very messy person, he always says that I don't like cleaning because it's sacrifizing. Anyway, he's irreplacable in cleaning duties. In minute when I write it he's just accused me of treating him as a housekeeper. He has enough of this kind of approach and he is not here for cleaning! Thank God he can't move out anymore- he already did. So all he can do is acting like a mr Grumpy for several days, and sooner or later, he will forgive me- how do you think?

 Basically I wanted to say that it was amazing last week to come back home and see this cozy, shiny clean kitchen with a big bowl of candies of a table, and drink a tea in a garden (I never supposed before that it could be a real garden), looking at clean paths and flowers all around. I guess I wanted to say thank you and how much I appreciate it that you can keep a house 'home'. But I forgot. Would you forgive me?

God Save My Shoes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Dk66xz8te0

 Which one of us, women, doesn't love them? High heels, ballerinas and much more types of shoes, all heroes of our dreams all the way! I have a friend who is addicted to buying shoes- once I visited her I had to make some shopping for her. Her fridge was totally empty as she spent all of her money for next three pairs of shoes!

 The  creators of 'God Save my Shoes' try to explain the phenomenon of shoes. They interview celebrities and the most powerful people in shoe business. I love the line that women have a relationship with their shoes- that's exactly the way I feel. 

 Some people blame shoes for developing of shopaholism. It definitely makes a point due to the amazing philosophy which grew around shoes over centuries. Nobody knows when did it start, but we can't blame Manolo Blahnik more than old Chinese celebration of women's feet, as well as we can't blame Hollywood movies more than old romances, where woman's foot was a symbol of sex-appeal.  

I could probably blame my grandmother who had a different pair of shoes to every clothing set and a special closet for shoes. But there's one line in this movie I really like and I think that's it: we can only blame the way it makes us FEEL. It's the way it makes us feel which makes shoe business a real art branch with a psychological flavour. 'God Save my Shoes' is not going to bring us an explanation of shoes' role in the world. It will take us into an another world. The one we like more than wonderland- the shoeland.

Esperanza- a romance adventure

 (...) Sometimes I feel like I was there. Walking on these streets. However, I know these streets are not real, this city is an illusion, these worlds in front of me are world of my immagination. In this daydream I feel very light, in kind of weird way, like I was light as a wind. So I'm haunting these dreamy streets as a fog, able to make every heart cold, make every thought blown away.

 It took me actually ages. 'Esperanza' was supposed to be my first novel, but a composition of the story required a more specific form. So there is my short story. Placed in Poznań, Poland, Esperanza is a story about searching answers of a past before living home. But the main character is a city, a magic city, to be enjoyed by those who had an honour spend a time there. This is a last sentence of Esperanza, finishing this adventure for me, and beginning it for readers- translation in progress.

Never thought I'd publish a Must Have

But here we are. Guess there's nobody to blame, just a one simple fact recently arising in my awareness: the oldest I am the more girly girl I become. And however during the past several months if it was up to me I would probably wear a Gagarin style uniform on a daily basis, my thoroughly hidden fashion weekness took over. Et voila! H&M published a picture of this dress. 

 It's not that it's gorgeous. No, it won't be about it. It's just that anytime I try to organize my life something like that comes up- something unexpected. An expectation this time has been caused by my housemates, who recently create a massive philosophy about quiting a job and releasing from a capitalistic rats chase. This picture ruined my part in this conspiracy. It reminded me about an old sentence of Marylin Monroe: money doesn't give a happiness, just shopping does. 

 Well, The Guy I Live With can stay rebelious and continue on with his philosophy of total freedom and a real life when you set yourself free from something or somebody you work for. Because he doesn't feel the need to save money to buy this dress for summer.