30 days ‘Yoga with Adrienne’ Challenge

I found a great way to start the new year.

As many people, I guess, I’ve eaten far too much and done no exercise at all in the last couple of weeks. Check out this challenge and get into a daily routine of yoga/exercising. You can find free yoga videos (all levels welcome) on youtube every single day for 30 days and it’s starting today. Luckily with yoga there is always space for flexibility so I’m starting my journey on Sunday the 4th of January.

If January is not your month you can do it in February or in mid March. Doesn’t matter when you start it or whether you stick to these videos or interchange them with others or go to a live yoga class, the only thing important is that you “find what feels good” for the new year.

Happy 2015!


My Great Interior Design Challenge

Once again I felt like creating something. With my bare hands. I never really get dirty with anything.

I haven’t been sleeping very well for as long as we moved to this flat. At first I guess it was the lack of bed as we (not being able to afford one) had to sleep on cheap mattresses. Later on we got a bed but still I woke up many times during the night and I started to think about stuff that happened that day or would happen the next. I never had this problem before, what ever was going on in my life it never effected my sleep.

Inspired by my Interior design course and of course the Great Interior Design Challenge show in the TV I wanted to look into the Feng Shui of bedrooms.

There are so many “rules” that I think it is impossible to achieve perfect balance when your room is small. However I found some things I could actually change. Our double bed lies in the corner of the room which means that it is not approachable from my partner’s side. Apparently that causes imbalance in our relationship (and even though I think our relationship is pretty good) there are a few things in which we could be more equal. So I decided to move the bed and get a bedside cabinet for his side.

Luckily I found one on ebay that could be bought either painted or unpainted. Since they didn’t have a colour I liked I could convince my partner to get the unpainted one. It has arrived pretty fast and I was looking forward to do it today. Especially because I have never done anything like this before (which also means that I have no clue about paints, dyes, stains, sanding papers or solvents – but that’s just makes things more exciting.).

This morning we had a look around in our local Wilkinsons and found the exact colour we wanted that is an Antique Pine dye. We also bought some varnish to treat the wood afterwards plus gloves and brushes.

We got some tea-lights (at Sports Direct!!!) and a candle because apparently that is the most desirable lighting in a bedroom.


I’m still itching to start because it turned out to be a pretty miserable, wet day and I was told that I’m not allowed to do it IN the flat and that I really should postpone it till next summer!!!

Well, I won’t wait that long. The forecast is fine for Monday so fingers crossed.

Has anyone have any experience in wood painting/dyeing, maybe a word of warning or advice?

Part-time veggie little yogi

So I started a new blog about coffee (you can check it out here.) I had so much to say and explore and I felt like facebook wasn’t a good enough platform to do that.

I’m also getting more and more into yoga. I have never been very strong physically but mentally and spiritually I did think I was up to the challenge. I’m not saying it changed my life although to some extent it probably did. I’m much more sensitive to animal suffering so much so that I’ve decided to have two meat-free days per week. I guess it doesn’t seem much but believe me it is for me who had some sort of meat to every single meal. If I didn’t I felt like something was missing. Now I have more meat-free meals even if it’s not Tuesday or Thursday.

The other thing I never really thought I would want to do is running. OK, I haven’t started running yet but the idea is getting more and more inviting. I like the freedom of it and that you don’t necessarily need anything else just yourself (and probably a pair of good shoes…)

And the reason why I returned to this blog?

I’ve missed it. Especially if I read a book that is interesting or hear a song that sticks in my mind.

So hopefully I will return more often.

Travelling Through Time

I’ve entered a new world -the world of old school photography- by receiving the first set of pictures I took. Until the time I put my hands on the real, three dimensional photos it was just an idea. I shoot, I play with the equipment and I dream about how the pics are going to turn out.

Now there are no more dreams only reality. And the reality is that every photo taken took me back in time. But not only a month or two but years and years. The colours, how the golden sunshine disappeared and the ideal blue sky turned into dirty light blue and all these transformations gave a bit gloomy, retro mood to the experience what once used to be a happy moment.

I know that I still have a lot to learn and now I realize if I want less melancholic pictures I will need to get a digital camera as well. Although I don’t think that the sky would clear out only because I’d carry a DSLR.

First Artist Date

I wanted it to be a proper date-like date. I dressed as I would have been dressed on a real date. It is a real date! – Yes, well then on a date with another person. I put some light make up on and I decided that I looked good. Amazing indeed. Free, feminine, intellectual. Miss May as “Eagle” said.

I know having a date in Starbucks might smell a bit cheap although “three pounds for a coffee??” I felt like having a toffee nut latte with cream on the top. Latter was a bit stupid from me because by the time I found a seat it just disappeared.. Doesn’t matter with my new membership card it was free anyway.

So the place is pretty crowded. Mostly tourists I guess. I’m sitting at the corner of the ground or rather underground floor. The dark brown walls give a warm welcoming feeling. It is like November in here. November – my lover. So my Artist decided we are in the right place.

I can hardly hear the loud chatter of these Asians behind me. Florence and the Machine is banging in my ears. No, wait, now that I’m listening I can here their weird language. I increase the volume..

The toffee nut latte is pretty nice. It is sweet enough so I don’t need to put sugar in it and not too hot so I can drink it straight away. My Artist says now I can do whatever I like. If I wanted to I could jump up on the table and sing and dance together with Florence. If I wanted to I could go to those guys and ask if they are on a date too. But I don’t think they are anyway. They don’t seem to be gay at all.

If I wanted to I could ask that girl at the next table if she wasn’t cold. Okay today it is quite warm.. fifteen degrees, but mini skirt without tights.. well.. brave choice.

I was hoping that I will have internet in here. In case we cannot continue our clever conversation. But there is none so I really have to push myself to impress my Artist. I don’t want her to get bored. If I can see that she is bored then I feel bad. Discouraged. I don’t like to feel discouraged. Luckily she wants to impress me as well. It is much easier this way. She is quite entertaining. She says that I need to believe in myself – in her if you like – to not to lose each other. If we stay together we can be strong. Very strong. Now, I’m in a good mood. I’m happy so I’m willing to believe her.

Next week we are going to repeat out little meeting. Still don’t know where or what we are going to do but it will be fun for sure. My coffee is at its end. I want more but my Artist asks me not to have more. I need to look out for my body. Our body.

I feel like dancing. Florence makes me want to dance. I’m not jumping on the table but moving my head and my whole upper body actually.

We’re talking about winter. That it is different from home. Even though there was quite a bit of snow in the past two years. And finally Britain discovered the need for winter tires.. Is it strange that this is amongst the first things that come to mind if I think about English winter? My Artists says yes, it is a bit strange, but I shouldn’t worry about it. I’m not worried – I’m telling her. Last winter and the one before I spent in the country side. Now I’m in the big city I don’t know how it will feel. There are no endless fields with rabbits and dears and wild hunting spaniels being crazy about chasing them.. chasing everybody or everything that moves. I used to have a laugh when the snow was bigger then them and the warmth of their body melted some of the icy bits just to make them glued to their long hair as snowballs. They were furious about it so when we got back from walking I helped them to get rid of the balls. They should have just thrown them at each other as every normal person does. All right I know I am being ridiculous. But I liked to think about them as persons and not animals. My Artist smiles at this thought. She likes the idea too but I have to admit that I didn’t like them in my bedroom. Oh I was furious when Lucas got in and then I had to chase him around the six bedroom house visiting every room -of course- before I could take him down to the kitchen. Oh God, he was naughty. She says she likes to remember the good old things we used to do. She remembers too even though I didn’t know she was there. But she was watching and sending me signs. I just wasn’t able to understand yet. It was Halloween last year when she was at her strength or maybe I was more sensible than usual, when she sent me that mémoire about my grandmother. I missed her very much although she’d passed away for many years by then. I felt I had to do something for her. So I wrote that mémoire. A year later I sent it to a flash story competition. I still don’t know the result but am pretty sure the lucky winner won’t be me but winning doesn’t matter anyway. It was for her. Making her story spread to find as many people as possible.

It’s getting dark says my Artist. We can’t see it since there are no windows down here but I know she’s right. We should get going. But I’m telling her that I cannot wait for our next rendezvous. She says she feels the same way. But anyway she’ll be there I just need to listen. I will.