Muscle aid

 It happened today, while I was washing the dishes, right after I made a salad to take it with me to work tomorrow, while looking nervously on the screen of my laptop, to find orange skype icon blinking at me. In the middle of planning and stressing out about things to do, I realized that my position is highly uncomfortable, my muscles tensed even if they don't need to, my thoughts running wild and finding upsetting things in good things. This time it's not Sparta, this time it's madness, my own private madness.

 I'd risk a thesis, that we're loosing our conscious easily, that we're loosing it constantly, day by day. I lost awareness of my body, and instead of feeling natural in it, I was tying my muscles and bones into some weird knots. It takes hours, days and weeks to make your muscles ache from tension but it took me few seconds to release all the pressure accumulated in them just by realizing that they're tensed and relaxing them consciously. Being aware of ourselves is a real blessing!

May Issue

  Do you have your favorite issue of a magazines? Mine are January, May and September. I don't know why, but I always enjoy them the most, expect them the most and it doesn't even matter is it fashion magazine or whatever magazine, those issues must be made for me! Maybe it's something in the air, or maybe it's some magic in those months?

January is magical with the possibilities of new beginning. Anything could happen! New career, new adventures, new love and friends, new You, new resolutions and new hopes. 

 May, sweet May. For me May=Birthday :) And Spring in its full bloom with colors, spring dresses, flowers everywhere, people smiling everywhere and again new hopes: if winter is over, we can be better selves too.

 September represents innocent, sunny Autumn. The Autumn that makes you want to go for a walk and admire gold leaves, drink delicious coffee with friends, recall your school days and summer memories, show off with holiday's suntan and bake apple pies. 

 Ahhh... We're in the middle of May and suddenly I miss Autumn! (and September issue, while the May ones are already read...)

Sculpture & Architecture

  Fashion is an interdisciplinary thing. From painting it takes colors, changing with the seasons. From drawing and graphic design it takes prints. And it even takes something from sculpture and architecture, even though it sounds quite crazy to compare your dress with a piece of marble or with a building. If you don't believe me, you cannot argue with Coco Chanel: "Fashion is architecture: it is a matter of proportions"   

 The first thing I see when I'm clothes-shopping is a color, textile and then the feel of it in my hands. That's the first selection, but then comes the most important test: how does it fit? In other words: how does it sculpt me? How does it change my proportions? Does it make the construction of my body natural/big/weird/hilarious? How do I move in it? Does it add some grace or clumsiness into my moves? How does it moves on me? That's the thing with ball-gowns, tulle and frills- we love the way it sways, the way it adds delicacy into our moves, it's like adding +100 points to our Grace level. 

 

  Another thing about architectural side of fashion- it's usually hard to iron! :D

Markers & Felt-tip Pens

 One of life's small pleasures and joys- to draw with new and fresh markers. The ink "boiling" in them is like young blood, circulating quick, with high pressure, demanding fast and furious moves and  half-baked decisions.I'm often wondering who rules in sketching: my head, my hand or my pencil/brush/marker?

Appetite

 Keep your appetite high! Living in the times when half of world is on a constant diet and the other half is starving is pretty crazy, don't You think? While I'm the lucky one that have food in my fridge, roof over my head and clean water in my tap, I prefer to enjoy it till the end of mine or world's days. Diets and all that "keep fit" terror wouldn't be needed if people would use all their muscles, brain including (ok, I know technically it's not a muscle, but you know what I mean). 

 Constant dieting is wasting a lot of time on being worried: "How many calories does this have?", "Isn't it too late to eat?", "Isn't this peas too much for breakfast?", "Why can't I have that delicious muffin?", etc. Dieting sucks and actually makes you think more about food and keeps your appetite high. Wait, didn't I use that phrase in the beginning of this post?

 Yes, I did. But what I mean is: if you're eating, enjoy what you're eating. And I mean also appetite for so many things that aren't food: movies, dancing, meeting with your friends, having fun, knowing new things, creating something, listening to music, laughing, loving, feeling. All that closes in this sentence:

"Believe in what you want" 

Different types of fashion lovers

 

 Big city = a lot of people. A lot of people = a lot of ideas for fashion. One of my secret guilty pleasures is looking at bags, shoes, outfits of people in the metro, on my way to or from work. Especially bags are my target lately, because I want to buy a new one and I'm looking for a model (on a real model ;) ) that will make my heartbeat faster. 

  We all participate in fashion industry, whether we like it or not. For some it's a duty, for others it's a pleasure, or a compulsive reflex, or just a part of everyday routine. While stalking girls' bags I actually came to some conclusions  : there are different types of people who are interested in/obsessed with/like/love/whatever fashion. Always up-to-date lovers know what's hot and what's not. Their goal is to follow the trends and not to be left behind with outfits from previous season. They'll know which designer proposes what for Spring/Summer or Fall/Winter, and not only what to wear when, but also what to listen to, where to go and what to see. Details lovers focus on accessories. Their bags, shoes and jewellery (or details on the jacket, etc.) play the main role in the fashion play. Drama lovers believe that fashion has to speak loud, with intense colors and drastic cuts. What they want from their clothes is intense and dramatic effect that makes pedestrians stopping and staring at them. True to style lovers  decide to stay faithful to narrow path and be picky shoppers. That's a difficult love but makes you recognizable. 

 Oh, it's a broad topic! It's amazing how many personal filters are working inside our heads to make us choose one clothes, not the other! And how somebody's amazing piece of art can be just an awful cloth for the other.    

Picky Shopper

 I'm facing real horror lately-shopping. When did spending money became such a struggle??? How did I shop for all those years before? Am I getting that old and picky? I'm coming into a shop with hope and enthusiasm, only to leave it with surprising conclusion that there's nothing there that*:

a) is worth it's price

b) is in my size

c) is worth considering to try it on

d) is in the right color

e) matches the rest of my wardrobe

f) will survive 3 or more washings 

  

*choose the right answer (multiply choice allowed)