12/27/2016

Outfit// Tiger


"O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide."
-William Shakespeare
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12/17/2016

Motherhood// MUM 2 MUM S o nj a


Sonja je mlada majka malenog dječaka, supruga i buduća pravnica. No Sonja je i puno više od toga. Više od dvije godine smo se družile u virtualnim sferamama naših (isprva isključivo) modnih blogova da bismo na koncu obje "prerasle" modu i prihvatile se ne baš laganih tema vezanih uz onu najtežu životnu ulogu - onu majke. Nedavno sam je imala priliku i upoznati je te se (po ne znam koji puta) uvjeriti da je baš sve ono što sam i mislila o njoj - topla, pristupačna, iskrena i prepuna pozitivne energije. Upravo zbog toga, odlučila sam zamoliti je da baš ona "probije led" u novoj rubrici "MUM2MUM" na blogu u kojoj ćete imati priliku, iz prve ruke,  saznati sve istine i zablude o majčinstvu, sve manje i više lijepe trenutke, epizode, radosti i tuge... Nadam se da ćete uživati!
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12/12/2016

Outfit// Winter flower

"All the flowers of tomorrow are in the seeds of today."
- Indian Proverb
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11/21/2016

11/17/2016

Motherhood// A good mom



Ovo je priča o dječjem rođendanu. O dječjem rođendanu koji mi je promijenio život.
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11/10/2016

Lifestyle// Game of balance


“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.” 

― Jalaluddin Rumi
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11/02/2016

Outfit// Different for girls


It's different for girls when their hearts get broke

They can't tape it back together with a whiskey and Coke
They don't take someone home and act like it's nothing
They can't just switch it off every time they feel something
A guy gets drunk with his friends and he might hook up
Fast forward through the pain, pushing back when the tears come on
But it's different for girls...
- Dierks Bentley "Different For Girls"
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10/24/2016

GUEST COLUMNIST// ELA NEL PAESE DELLE MERAVIGLIE #3


Prvo ljeto u Italiji je iza nas. Tri mjeseca koja su prošla sve samo ne monotono, godišnje doba u kojem je vrijeme, u odnosu na ono zagrebačko, na neki način usporilo. Malo je reći da smo prve dane proveli više u njuškanju po bližem, ali i daljem susjedstvu nego u svoja četiri zida iako je taj prostor vapio za ulaganjem vremena i pažnje u njega kako bismo stigli od 'house' do 'home' i onog osjećaja udobnosti kojeg smo izgubili u procesu pakiranja i seljenja.
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10/14/2016

Outfit// Tea Bag

"A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water."
- Eleanor Roosevelt
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10/11/2016

Outfit// My Silence

"The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; the whole time I was praying you would read my eyes and understand what I was never able to understand. See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.” 
― Anna Akhmatova
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10/01/2016

Outfit// Dreaming

“Dreaming is not merely an act of communication (or coded communication, if you like); it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine--to dream about things that have not happened--is among mankind's deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were not beautiful, they would be quickly forgotten.” 

― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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9/26/2016

Outfit// Autumn blues

I was wearing
Bomber jacket: Mango
Shirt: H&M (HERE)
Boots (HERE) and Bandana (HERE): Zara
Skirt:HERE


I love autumn. I love the colors of autumn. I love the smell of life in autumn. I love the "new beginnings". I just love life in autumn...

When it comes to my look, I decided to play with navy and patterns. I really love that bomber jacket even though I don't wear it quite often. On the other hand, you are all familiar with my love (or we shall call it "passion") for pleated skirts. Well, I was missing the navy one (;P) so when I got an offer to choose an item from THIS shop, I just had to treat myself with one. And it really was a good treat. It's an amazing piece of a great quality that I will most definitely wear a lot.

And what about that last picture? My older definitely made me so happy when he finally decided to take a pic with his old mom! ;) What can I say...I was one happy lady that day... 

It seems that autumn really is the most wonderful time of the year (just after Christmas that is)! :)


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9/22/2016

GUEST COLUMNIST// ELA NEL PAESE DELLE MERAVIGLIE #2

*Foto* U sitnice se najlakše zaljubiti, prva moja talijanska instant ljubav pogled je s prozora kuhinje...rana ljetna ustajanja, kavica i čekanje da sunce proviri i zagrije kroz zelenilo sa stražnje strane zgrade.

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9/06/2016

Guest columnist// Ela nel Paese delle Meraviglie #1

Hello all!
Malo je reći koliko je sreće bilo nakon Ivanine poruke vezane za ovu suradnju, koliko je nestrpljenja bilo pred ovaj prvi post i koliko je nade da će se čitava priča uklopiti u ovaj njen već izgrađeni svijet. Imamo obje nekih divnih ideja ovdje za vas, a sve što vama preostaje je da si zamisliti talijanski ugođaj [jer tamo ćete me naći] i uz kavicu i kakvu poslasticu [jer sam opsjednuta dugim tekstovima] pronađete malo relaksacije u ovim redovima.
Pa kako drugačije početi ovu avanturu nego pričom o Eli i Italiji, sve od same spoznaje, prije nekoliko mjeseci, da ću je po drugi puta zvati domom. S velikom željom da će zaživjeti i svi ostali tekstova o tome kako je ta ista Italija prihvatila mene.

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6/15/2016

Outfit// Golden Vol.2

Pants: Esprit/ Shirt and Bracelets: Mango/ Shoes: Stradivarius/ Watch: Casio


You are probably asking yourself what's with the title... well, the thing is that the jeans I'm wearing are actually golden color as well as the stripes on my shirt... BUT, you can't actually see that on the pictures so I've got an urge to tell you :P! As you can notice, I'm having a huge crush on these sandals... so beautiful and so comfy... they feel like sneakers... looove them! I'll be happy to hear what you think about the look as always! Enjoy your week guys! Kisses

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6/12/2016

Personal// Una vita sola


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And so I started writing a post about fitness and health, but it just didn't work out. Soon after, I decided that I will write about motherhood instead, but again, I didn't know what topic to choose first. Meanwhile, we also took  pictures for an outfit post, but I wasn't  satisfied with the quality of the pictures... and then, life happened and left a mark... tears and laughter at the same time.

I met V. at my second year of college. We were both studying Italian language and literature and very soon the magic happened and we became inseparable. When I remember those days, and believe me, I haven't for quite a while, I can only see boxes and boxes of cigarettes (yes, I did smoke once), liters of drank coffee, lots of fun, exams, irregular verbs, prepositions, translations, studying during long summer months, debates about vegetarian way of life, home party's, tears and joy... I see one beautiful friendship. When I decided to change college, even though we didn't see each other every day like we used to, we still continued to share the thick and thin.

One week after she finished college, V. decided to visit Argentina. For some time, we did exchange e-mails, but then life happened and we lost contact.

A few days ago, I decided to check my Facebook (and I don't do that quite often) when I saw HER message in my inbox. She was in Zagreb and wanted to see me. She sent me her phone number also... I'm typing and yelling and crying... the message was sent ten days ago... will I make it? Is she still here?

Just two days before her departure, we are standing and hugging under her green umbrella. She looks the same. Like me, she had two kids, but she is just the same... those same, warm eyes and a big smile. Even now, while writing this, I want to cry... We didn't have much time... still, it felt like we never parted.

Maybe we live an ocean apart, but the second chance has been given to us. Still, Atlantic ocean is not THAT big... I gave her a book... it might sound cheesy, but I truly believe in the words I wrote as a dedication...  Una vita sola non puo' bastare per dimenticare un' amicizia che vale...


HRV
I tako sam ja počela tipkati post o vježbanju i zdravom životu... nije išlo. Ubrzo sam se prebacila na majčinstvo, ali ni tu nisam znala koju bih temu odabrala kao prvu. Treba li uopće kakav uvod ili ne? U međuvremenu sam i uslikala jedan outfitić, ali nisam bila zadovoljna kvalitetom, jer svijetlo nije bilo dobro... I onda me odjednom zadesio život. I ostavio traga... suze i smijeh istovremeno...

V. sam upoznala na drugoj godini faksa. Zajedno smo studirale Talijanski jezik i književnost. Vrlo se brzo dogodila "ljubav", onaj ženski klik, te smo postale nerazdvojne. Kada se sjetim tih dana, a dugo nisam, vjerujte mi, vidim samo kutije i kutije popušenih cigareta (da, nekada davno sam pušila) i litre ispijenih kava, puno smijeha, živciranje radi ispita, konjuktive, nepravilne glagole, slaganje vremena i prepozicije, prijevode, zajednička učenja u ljetnim mjesecima, polemike oko vegetarijanstva, kućne tulume, suze i smijeh... vidim jedno divno prijateljstvo. Kada sam ja "zeznula stvar" i odustala od Filozovskog te prešla na Ekonomiju, unatoč tomu što više nismo bile skupa svakog dana, nastavile smo se viđati barem jednom tjedno i dijeliti "dobro i zlo".

Tjedan dana po završetku faksa, V. je odlučila otići u Argentinu. Neko smo vrijeme izmjenjivale mailove, međutim, opet se dogodio život  i činjenica da ja nikako nisam željela otvoriti Facebook ili pak ona "daleko od očiju - daleko od srca", te je svaka završila u nekom svom filmu i na svojoj strani svijeta.

Prije par dana, sasvim slučajno, odlučila sam baciti pogled na taj, meni toliko omraženi Facebook (koji sam ipak u međuvremenu ovorila) i u inboksu sam ugledala njezinu poruku. U Zagrebu je te bi  me željela vidjeti. Šalje mi i svoj broj... ali, ali, ALI, datum je od prije deset dana. Pišem, vičem, plačem, hoću li uspijeti?

Dva dana prije njenog povratka... pada kiša, a mi se grlimo ispod njezinog zelenog kišobrana. Ista je. Kao i ja, postala je mama dvoje klinaca, ali je ista... iste, tople oči i onaj veliki osmijeh. I sad mi se plače kada ovo pišem... Vremena je bilo (pre) malo... ali kao da se nismo nikada ni rastale.

Možda jest svaka na svojoj strani svijeta, ali ovoga puta nam je dana druga prilika. Uostalom, nije Atlantski ocean tolikoooo velik...  Darovala sam joj knjigu. Može zvučati  otrcano, ali duboko vjerujem u posvetu koju sam napisala... Una vita sola non puo' bastare per dimenticare un' amicizia che vale...




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