The tale of pandemic postcards.

The tale of pandemic postcards.

PART 1 – the lockdown. Most people got it bad when we went into lockdown. Loneliness, isolation and general panic (no toilet paper in the shops will, apparently, turn you into some kind of a crazy monster) spread in the blink of an eye. But 

The tale of decoupage.

The tale of decoupage.

Some time ago my friend Ania asked me to show her the mysteries of decoupage. We had great time at her house. Seven of us at one table, laughing, drinking coffee, decorating wooden chests. See for yourselves.

The tale of Christmas.

The tale of Christmas.

Christmas time was perfect this year. We got sooo lazy. Drinking wine we brought from Greece, falling asleep on the sofa while watching Christmas movies. Love looking at the decorated flat. We kept it simple and natural this year. Tiny red ribbons all over everything, 

The tale of Zante’s transport.

The tale of Zante’s transport.

Going to Zakynthos? Forget about buses. One in every three or four hours with a break in the middle of the day. You should either rent a car or travel by taxi. One of the best experiences from the holidays was travelling by taxi. I’m 

The tale of loss.

The tale of loss.

I lost Lusia, the brown cavie. She died during an operation, the tumor was inoperable. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I still can’t. It’s been 2 days since she died. I had to do something to stop thinking. So I sat, I took my 

The tale of ships.

The tale of ships.

Last Saturday I met with my friend from the university. It was so nice to see her again. We went to the port in Stettin to sightsee some sailing vessels. I had loads of fun and so I decided to dedicate the post and photos 

The tale of signs.

The tale of signs.

Read signs. They are significant. They save your life. Or simply make you laugh. Sorry for the Polish content, let it be a patriotic post 😉

The tale of walls.

The tale of walls.

Walls. Easy to put up, even easier to photograph. And how convenient. They protect and separate. Our own way to set boundaries. And still we leave windows open. How stupid and careless of us. As if we liked being hurt.

The tale of childhood.

The tale of childhood.

I loved playing with dolls, building houses for them, preparing meals. So when I visited the museum of toys (you’ve already seen some photos from it) I could feel like a child again. Everything you can see in these pictures is miniscule, can’t imagine making 

The tale of simplicity.

The tale of simplicity.

When your life gets complicated you start to appreciate simple things. I need simplicity now. A lot. Hence, the pictures of minerals taken in the museum in Szklarska Poręba. I’ve always thought of minerals as something perfectly organised, elementary, and smooth. Enjoy!