I like people who read. I bet you like people who read as well.
(But why did that cast suddenly became such a rare breed?)
After reading a book you get that marvelous feeling of coming home after a trip, a bit changed. Sometimes the feeling lasts for days.Others for ever. Do you ever get book hangovers? When you finish a good book and refuse to move on to the next one because it feels like a break-up and you weren’t ready to end things this way, so soon, left deprived, having to face the reality again but you forgot how to because you are still living on the pages of that last book..
Everything trickles down to into our relationships with others and with ourselves.How we spend our time.
Some people think it’s blaspheme to fold the pages, I’m certainly not one of those people.I don’t simply read a book; I use it will all my senses. I fold the pages, I rest my coffee cup on the book, I read in bed, I fall asleep on the book, dreaming of perfect mornings. I read in the bath tub and get soapy water all over the hard cover. All those stains, thumbprints and creases are my life and my books are quiet keepers of my daily memories.
They tell their story but they also tell mine.
The simple happiness of a good book and a hot drink.
I secretly engaged in a self-experiment back in 2014. I stopped buying books based on my personal preferences and I started buying random ones. I browse the shelves for pure pleasure but I buy random books. The third one to the right. The one that’s upside down. Whatever it is I commit to buy it. I commit to read it. And it works. I gets me out of my book comfort zone and allows me to read books that I would otherwise wouldn’t in a million years.
Mind successfully opened for a different view and nothing else matters.
And I refuse to buy new books. I like the smell of old paper ink and glue. I like finding notes from the previous owners.It excites me actually. I get an adrenaline rush every time I turn a page and see a note or an underlined sentence. I wonder if anyone will ever feel the same way about me and mine, when I’m dead and my books passed on to another bookworm.
I love heading to the thrift stores with my cup of coffee and pile up on weekend reads.
It’s my favorite place to be during a storm.
Biographies make me feel empowered. On a day of disasters a novel will take my mind off things for a while. Cookbooks make me wanna bake bread and eat it, straight from the oven,in bed, with butter.I always keep them in the kitchen, especially the ones I brough back home from travels. Coffee-table books stimulate me in a very pinteresty way. Philosophy books scratch the think-differently- part of my brain, even though I must admit I haven’t read one of those in a long, long time.
Books make me happy.
Even if it’s not about the happy ending after all..
And they last forever. Just like diamonds.
I was impatiently counting the days to share the latest addition to my minimalistic jewellery collection with you. The most beautiful made-to-order 6 carat stone by Balacia.
My beloved Emmy ring that never left my finger since the day I got it.
Timelessly expressing devotion to effortless luxury, exquisite craftmanship present in every single detail, brilliance that mesmerizes- but that’s ok:
It’s ok to be a little ( a lot ) obsessed with your jewellery
because they are gonna be there forever…
Some things, like books and jewellery,they never get old, they simply reflect our life stories..
Jewellery, even the finest pieces are no longer signalling that one has money to acquire an expensive piece, it’s not an expression of wealth of pretentiousness. We’ve been over that, haven’t we?
It’s all about self-expression. Wearing your sweats and your diamonds at the same time because you feel like it and because you can. It’s about feeling good and feeling sparkly about life’s little pleasures…
It’s about finding the perfect balance between now and forever..