Friday, December 16, 2016

Sweater weather

Lovely little video from @libbyvanderploeg perfectly describes weather here. Have a nice weekend!

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Big dipper necklace in silver and sparkle

Perfect gift for any galaxy lover! There is only one in stock, so hurry up and get free shipping through month of December!

Friday, November 25, 2016

It's black Friday everyone! This weekend I offer 20% off on all orders larger than 10$, so make sure you use code BLACKFRIDAY20 at the checkout! Also, shipping is free for all items! Isn't that insane?

Thursday, November 10, 2016

It's my Etsy shops first birthday this month...

...and shipping will be free worldwide through whole month of November!
Enjoy shopping!

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Hello again!

After few weeks of much needed vacation, my Etsy shop ( is now active again! There are few adorable new items listed, so make sure you grab them in time!
I will share some pics of my new jewelry soon, but until then, here are some photos from my trip across Europe. Good seeing all of you again!

Cote d'Azur

Sunning and sangria at Palma de Mallorca

From toms to boots in just few hours - hello Germany!

I tried much talked about pumping spice latte, and now I kinda understand all the noise about it.

Decorating my apartment with few souvenirs from my trip.

Friday, August 19, 2016

10 fascinating facts about ravens

Edgar Allan Poe knew what he was doing when he used the raven instead of some other bird to croak out “nevermore” in his famous poem. The raven has long been associated with death and dark omens, but the real bird is somewhat of a mystery. Unlike its smaller cousin the crow, not a lot has been written about this remarkable bird. 


When it comes to intelligence, these birds rate up there with chimpanzees and dolphins. In one logic test, the raven had to get a hanging piece of food by pulling up a bit of the string, anchoring it with its claw, and repeating until the food was in reach. Many ravens got the food on the first try, some within 30 seconds. In the wild, ravens have pushed rocks on people to keep them from climbing to their nests, stolen fish by pulling a fishermen’s line out of ice holes, and played dead beside a beaver carcass to scare other ravens away from a delicious feast. If a raven knows another raven is watching it hide its food, it will pretend to put the food in one place while really hiding it in another. Since the other ravens are smart too, this only works sometimes.


In captivity, ravens can learn to talk better than some parrots. They also mimic other noises, like car engines, toilets flushing, and animal and birdcalls. Ravens have been known to imitate wolves or foxes to attract them to carcasses that the raven isn’t capable of breaking open. When the wolf is done eating, the raven gets the leftovers.


Many European cultures took one look at this large black bird with an intense gaze and thought it was evil in the flesh … er, feather. In France, people believed ravens were the souls of wicked priests, while crows were wicked nuns. In Germany, ravens were the incarnation of damned souls or sometimes Satan himself. In Sweden, ravens that croaked at night were thought to be the souls of murdered people who didn’t have proper Christian burials. And in Denmark, people believed that night ravens were exorcized spirits, and you’d better not look up at them in case there was a hole in the bird’s wing, because you might look through the hole and turn into a raven yourself.


Cultures from Tibet to Greece have seen the raven as a messenger for the gods. Celtic goddesses of warfare often took the form of ravens during battles. The Viking god, Odin, had two ravens, Hugin (thought) and Munin (memory), which flew around the world every day and reported back to Odin every night about what they saw. The Chinese said ravens caused bad weather in the forests to warn people that the gods were going to pass by. And some Native American tribes worshipped the raven as a deity in and of itself. Called simply Raven, he is described as a sly trickster who is involved in the creation of the world.


The Native Americans weren’t far off about the raven’s mischievous nature. They have been observed in Alaska and Canada using snow-covered roofs as slides. In Maine, they have been seen rolling down snowy hills. They often play keep-away with other animals like wolves, otters, and dogs. Ravens even make toys—a rare animal behavior—by using sticks, pinecones, golf balls, or rocks to play with each other or by themselves. And sometimes they just taunt or mock other creatures because it’s funny.


They lie in anthills and roll around so the ants swarm on them, or they chew the ants up and rub their guts on their feathers. The scientific name for this is called “anting.” Songbirds, crows, and jays do it too. The behavior is not well understood; theories range from the ants acting as an insecticide and fungicide for the bird to ant secretion soothing a molting bird’s skin to the whole performance being a mild addiction. One thing seems clear, though: anting feels great if you’re a bird.


It turns out that ravens make “very sophisticated nonvocal signals,” according to researchers. In other words, they gesture to communicate. A study in Austria found that ravens point with their beaks to indicate an object to another bird, just as we do with our fingers. They also hold up an object to get another bird’s attention. This is the first time researchers have observed naturally occurring gestures in any animal other than primates.


Evolutionarily speaking, the deck is stacked in the raven’s favor. They can live in a variety of habitats, from snow to desert to mountains to forests. They are scavengers with a huge diet that includes fish, meat, seeds, fruit, carrion, and garbage. They are not above tricking animals out of their food—one raven will distract the other animal, for example, and the other will steal its food. They have few predators and live a long time: 17 years in the wild and up to 40 years in captivity.


Despite their mischievous nature, ravens seem capable of feeling empathy. When a raven’s friend loses in a fight, they will seem to console the losing bird. They also remember birds they like and will respond in a friendly way to certain birds for at least three years after seeing them. (They also respond negatively to enemies and suspiciously to strange ravens.) Although a flock of ravens is called an “unkindness,” the birds appear to be anything but.


Ravens mate for life and live in pairs in a fixed territory. When their children reach adolescence, they leave home and join gangs, like every human mother’s worst nightmare. These flocks of young birds live and eat together until they mate and pair off. Interestingly, living among teenagers seems to be stressful for the raven. Scientists have found higher levels of stress hormones in teenage raven droppings than in the droppings of mated adults. It’s never easy being a teenage rebel.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Underachieving can be ok

via: by: Ananya Pattnaik

It doesn’t take a life-altering epiphany for most people to become aware of just how “common they are,” to know that you might not be the best at anything. I grew up in a generation of overachievers, in a world littered with benchmarks for everybody’s self-worth, where people eagerly step on one another to get to the top. Meanwhile, I mastered the knack of being idle on my couch, binge-watching unremarkable TV shows, and gorging myself on cold Chinese food.
In today’s world, being ordinary is almost equivalent to being a nobody.
Some people are the flawless embodiment of perfection. They walk through life as though they owned the world and have all the answers. I am not one of them. I do not have a defining talent. I am not the prettiest one in class, or the smartest, or the funniest. I don’t even know enough curse words to be an intimidating badass, nor am I charismatic enough to be a girl-next-door. I see myself oscillating between personas now and then, wearing whichever suits me best in any given situation. I don’t know what people remember me by when they meet me for the first time. I don’t know what I would like them to remember me by. I don’t know whether I say what naturally comes to my mind during interactions or what the other person expects to hear. Most of my life has been like living in a haze, trying to grasp portions of something tangible and real. My mind is a jumble of jigsaw pieces I can barely piece together, so much so that I am confused as to how I should scale my own value. I don’t know whether it’s jealousy for the ones who are gifted or a plain lack of self-esteem.
Still, I give myself credit where it’s due. I know the world is full of possibilities and that I won’t end up being an unemployed gambler on the run – knock on wood. I may even do pretty well in life. What are the odds for someone as average as me to, say, star in a movie or climb a mountain? How likely is it that they will name a constellation after me or write a biography for me? But do I even want this? Not really.
The fact that I am aware of my limitations can also mean that I have more clues as to what direction to head in. Before I attempt to strive for anything, I am confronted with a reality check. I amend my bucket list every now and then, convincing myself that I am a pragmatist. It is not even sad. It’s that feeling you get when you have a superior sibling or your friend wins a lottery.

Monday, August 1, 2016

How to get out of bed and do something

via: artparasites by: Alexandru Alec

All of us want something. We have dreams that are more or less clear, desires that burn our insides, and objectives we reach for. But instead of burning passionately towards our dreams, we are slow, sluggish, and, all too often, we just give up.
This happens because our generation has a big problem with motivation.
We complain about what the world looks like when we could change it. We refrain from actually doing things because of this frustrating feeling of lack of motivation: the one that keeps us scrolling down our Facebook feeds, glued to our bed, in a state limbo, between misery and joy, in a false comfort zone.
Still, we all have goals. Or at least I hope we all still have them. And therein lies the secret for solving this motivation crisis.
Even if the thing you desire is money – as un-romantic as it sounds – that craving can unleash a power inside you, whether you want a lot of money or just enough to have a big happy family.

Whatever you crave, use it to get moving. It sounds simple and logical, but so many people talk themselves out of it. They use arguments such as, “You know, I would like to be a doctor but I don’t like studying for days and taking exams.”
It would not be a goal if it were easy to achieve; you would already have it. We want things but we do not like the work. It’s time to understand that hustling is part of the goal.
For example, let’s suppose you really want to get home and, to get there, you need to take the bus. The bus is slow, packed, and hot inside, which makes you hate taking it. If you really want to get home, you take it anyway. You do it because you think about the goal, not about the hustle.
When you feel like you have no motivation, think about the goal. Don’t think about why you started, because you might be in a completely different situation now. Think about what you are doing and what you are doing it for. And then simply do it.
It will be easier some days and very hard other days, but never lose sight of what you want. Go at full speed, with everything you have.
Motivation comes from within. I can tell you what to do, but I cannot want it for you. Once you train your motivation it will be much easier for you to find it again on days when you really feel empty.
It’s about cultivating a sort of hunger. Hunger for knowledge, hunger for better, longer lasting love, hunger for change, hunger to be a better person. If you grow that type of hunger, the motivation will come to help you satisfy it.
Another place you could find inspiration is time. We are here for such a brief period and we have no power to go back and change how we acted. Do what you feel like you will appreciate looking back on towards the end of your life. Of course, in 5 years it may seem that what you were sure was the right thing wasn’t. It’s okay to fail as long as you get better at it. It’s okay to believe in something and still fail, as long as you try even harder the next time.
Perhaps the real problem our generations have is that we don’t want to set goals and we don’t want to cultivate that hunger. So many of us feel like everything has already been done, everything has been discovered, painted, written, invented, loved.
And yet we complain about the lack of great lovers, honest leaders, a book about this, a painting expressing that. There is always need for talent in this world. Always. There are so many things that need changing and so many issues to solve.
Stop wasting time doing things that don’t make you happy but merely make you feel less bored. Learn that language you want to learn, write that book you’ve been thinking about, and finish that project you were working on. Stay hungry!
Now, go change the world in your way.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

10 things you need to learn to do alone

via: Artparasites by: Tanvi Deshmukh

1. Take yourself out on a date.
Whether in a relationship or not, some days you just need shameless indulgence. You can fight it and get progressively more miserable, or you can put yourself on a pedestal, for a night, afternoon or elegant brunch.
Lavish attention on yourself like the best of suitors. Do what you’d do on an average first date. Put on your favorite bra. Trim that beard. Spritz on the special perfume. Wear make up if you like, but make sure you feel good about yourself. Because guess what, you deserve it.
Eat at a fancy restaurant, or take a leisurely walk around the neighborhood, whatever floats your boat. And when the day is over, look in the mirror and thank yourself for a wonderful time.
2. Go to the beach.
Don’t worry about sunscreen and ugly tans for a while. Sit in the shallow waves and let the salt wash away all the heaviness in your heart. Forget about taking pictures or documenting the sunset. Sure, you can do it if you want, but being alone at the beach is like free falling with an invisible parachute attached to your jumpsuit. Make the most your solitude. Not having to share your beer is just a bonus.
3. Join a class or pursue a hobby just because you want to.
In an age where performance anxiety gets to even the best of us, we’ve lost touch with the sound of our own hearts. Outdoing our peers has become the primary aim of wanting to excel at something and needless to say, we all fall prey to it. So for a change, join a class alone. Or take up those YouTube diy projects. Do it all by yourself, for the joy it gives you, and nothing else. It doesn’t matter if it is a piano class or a “how to paint your nails” tutorial. As long as it makes you happy, do it.
4. Eat by yourself.
Go to a restaurant, cafe or a bar, and order something you wouldn’t normally pick on the menu. If you’re uncomfortable with the idea of sitting alone, carry a book with you. Disconnect from your phone and laptop though. Focus on the food; savor every hit of acidity, every note of spice and every grain of sugar. Let people stare. Tune out the pitying glances from strangers – a meal doesn’t need moral support. Don’t fence yourself in.
5. Travel to place you’ve never been.
Going solo can be an overwhelming experience at first. But then you’ll realize there’s a whole world of opportunities, and you’re your own mapmaker. Take the chance to wander where your feet ask to go, full permission to take a break when you want to. Places and faces turn into temporary homes and there is an awe that comes with understanding that these are memories you’ve made all on your own, that no else has the slightest claim over them – solitude is often the best travel buddy.
6. Lose your way – at night.
Drive around aimlessly and turn that GPS off. Get lost you if you must. Then find your way back through the dusty lanes and trees you never had time to look at. Cities come alive at night; it’s a different world after sundown. And we only ever spend time driving back with friends or rushing home after a long day of work. Take your time and really look at your surroundings and listen to the sound of your own thoughts while you’re at it. You may just lose yourself. You may just find yourself.
7. Compliment yourself.
Strip in front of the mirror and look at all the bumps and lines and stretch marks that you hate. Look at them, and tell yourself it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend to love them. Self-love is hard in theory, even hard to practice. Acceptance is key though, especially when so much of our self-esteem depends on what others think of us these days. And it’s a shame really, because unless you’re truly at peace with yourself, the assurance of a stranger will never be enough. Make a list of all your virtues. Tell yourself you may not be the best looking person in the world, but you’re pretty darn good just the way you are.
8. Tell yourself you’re shit when you deserve that.
If you make a mistake, shake yourself up. Own up to it, rather than waiting for someone else to confront you, because the guilt that surfaces then is ten times as bad. So you had an unproductive day in your pajamas, and you have a whole week’s backlog of assignments to do – don’t get complacent and say it’s okay if it isn’t. You must admit you’re letting yourself down. Sometimes, you need to be your strictest critic.
9. Pay your own bills. Or if you can’t, learn to manage your finances.
Not only is this an invaluable life skill, it could also make or break you in the future. It is far too easy to rely on someone to help you with managing your money, but if you don’t stop using someone as a crutch you will never learn to be independent. As much as it hurts me to admit it, the one thing that holds the world together is money. You’ll need it irrespective of what you choose to make of your life. And the price of dignity can potentially cost you your confidence and your future.
10. Just be. Without worrying about what you’re expected to feel.
Let the moment you’re in get under your skin. Stay put for a while. Touch the walls or the tree trunks, whatever the case may be, and marvel at the texture of them. Sit down in a quiet corner, look around you with your eyes wide open, and your mind open even wider. Think about the people who were here before you, the thumping of their footsteps or the quietness of their breath as they sat in the very same spot, perhaps thinking of the very same things. Feel the place, and let it move you. Let the magic of it crawl up your skin and wind its way into your heart until it becomes a part of you. Zone out, and tune in to yourself.
Solitude is a wonderful companion.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Petit origami paper boat

Another little buddy from my last weeks trip to Greece is now turned into a spectacularly pretty dainty necklace. Available in my etsy shop! 

Friday, July 22, 2016

Look who is back!

One creative bunny Etsy shop is back from vacation! I love to travel, and I always bring back a lot of crafty supplies and pretty stuff from my trips, so I will be adding a bunch of pretty new stuff in a next few days, as soon as I can make my camera cooperate again >:|
From my trip to Greece last weekend I brought a bunch of pretty charms, including one everyone likes - Le petit prince! It is made from high quality zinc alloy and hangs from a dainty stainless steel impregnated chain with antique silver finish. Since there are only two available, make sure you grab yours before it is sold out again!

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Zara Copies Indie Artist's Work, Then Says She's Not Famous Enough For It to Matter!

Zara, the Spanish fast-fashion empire that’s made a whole business out of “borrowing” ideas from other designers, is back at it again! Their latest victim: Tuesday Bassen, an indie artist with a large internet cult following thanks to her illustrations and line of pins, patches and apparel.
The photo includes images of her work side-by-side with incredibly similar pieces sold by Zara, along with a letter, allegedly from Zara’s legal team, that states:
We reject your claims here for reasons similar to those already stated above: the lack of distinctiveness of your client’s purported designs makes it very hard to see how a significant part of the population anywhere in the world would associate the signs with Tuesday Bassen.
Bassen, who’s already paid thousands of dollars in legal fees, says that she will continue to fight Zara, both for her work and the work of other artists.

Shame on you Zara!

Sunday, June 26, 2016

10 short stories for people who don't read short stories

Edgar Allan Poe is one of those authors that many people know by name, but few read. It’s difficult nowadays to realize what a great imagination he had and how innovative his stories were. That’s because Poe’s innovations became the standard for the modern psychological horror story, and the detective story as well, which is why, read in retrospect, his work appears predictable and laden with clich├ęs. “The Fall of the House of Usher” is narrated by an unnamed man visiting a former university friend, the aristocratic Roderick Usher, plagued by mental illness, who, together with his twin sister Madeleine, is the last descendent of an isolated family, whose destiny is inextricably tied to the ancient house they inhabit. The story is painstakingly constructed, with no detail left out of place, and integrates the poem “The Haunted Palace,” where the decay of the titular building is used as a metaphor for the ravages of mental illness.
The Cop and the Anthem” by O. Henry (1904)
Set in New York City, this is a tragicomic story whose protagonist, known only as Soapy, is a homeless man who aims to get arrested so that he can spend the winter in prison, where he would have warm meals and a place to sleep. After several failed attempts to commit a misdemeanor, Soapy finds himself near a small church and overhears the organist rehearsing an anthem that he remembers having heard during his childhood. He decides to make an effort to turn his life around.
“The Guest” by Lord Dunsany (1915)
Edward Plunkett, 18th Baron of Dunsany, is mostly known for his contribution to the fantasy genre. A very short, but very effective story, “The Guest” follows a young man having dinner on his own in a fancy London restaurant, who appears to be talking to an invisible entity. The prose has a dreamlike quality that keeps the reader wondering whether it’s a fantasy story, or the young man is simply mad, and the ending is sudden and shocking.
Dealing with peer pressure and feminine rivalry and passive-aggression, this story is the flapper era version of Mean Girls. Shy, conservative Bernice is spending her summer with her assertive, “social butterfly” cousin Marjorie. After overhearing Marjorie talking about her in less than flattering terms, Bernice decides to ask her cousin for advice on becoming more popular. Marjorie thinks it’s a good idea for Bernice to start telling people she intends to get a bob haircut – considered scandalous and improper by the American high society of the time – in order to appear more interesting. However, the plan backfires and Marjorie’s main suitor begins to show interest in Bernice.

The Sheridans, an upper middle class family, are hosting a garden party. In charge of the preparations is Laura, one of the daughters, who is exasperated with her mother and siblings and romanticizes the lives of working class people. When news of the death of a poor neighbor reaches the Sheridans, Laura suggests that the party be cancelled, a suggestion that is immediately dismissed. The party is a success and, afterwards, Laura decides to take a basket of leftover food to the family of the deceased man. It is the first time she comes in contact with poverty and death.
“The Killers” by Ernest Hemingway (1927)
Set in a small town outside Chicago, “The Killers” is one of the 24 stories focusing on the character of Nick Adams, often interpreted as an alter ego of the author. As Nick is having lunch in a small diner, two thuggish men walk in, begin to taunt him, and tie him in the kitchen, along with the cook. Named Max and Al, the two are, in fact, mob hit men, looking for their target, a Swedish boxer. At the same time frightening and ridiculous, through the interchangeability of their appearance and speech patterns, they illustrate the connection between evil and ignorance.
This story caused a huge scandal when it was first published in The New Yorker in 1948, as it describes a chilling human sacrifice ritual taking place in an isolated, unnamed location of the United States. While the trope of the small town or village with a terrible secret was far from new at the time when the story was written, what sets it apart from other works dealing with this theme is the cold, objective narration, recording the events in a manner similar to that of a movie camera. Nevertheless, it is rich in symbolism and possible interpretations, warning the reader that unspeakable violence may always lurk under the appearance of civilization
“Beyond Lies the Wub” by Philip K. Dick (1952)
The first of Philip K. Dick’s science fiction stories to be published in print is also one of his best known ones. Peterson, the first mate of a ship whose role is to transport livestock from Mars to Earth, buys a creature called a “wub,” which resembles a pig. The crew soon finds out that the wub is able to communicate telepathically, when the animal reaches out to them, pleading for its life. The creature also reveals that it has a deep knowledge of Earth’s myths and legends, in particular the myth of Odysseus. Nevertheless, the ship’s captain – whose narrow-mindedness and inflexibility can be interpreted as a criticism of those in positions of authority – insists on killing and consuming the animal. The shocking ending reveals that the captain is the one who suffered the worse fate after all.
In this retelling of Bluebeard set in the Belle Epoque, a talented young pianist impulsively marries a much older aristocrat who lives in an isolated castle. The things she finds out about her husband, including his taste for violent pornography, make her regret her rash decision, but it’s only when he leaves on a business trip that she discovers the full extent of his sadism – he has gruesomely murdered his previous wives. Convinced that she will suffer the same fate, she finds solace in the company of a young, blind piano tuner, who is determined to die with her, but their salvation comes from an unexpected place.
“On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning” by Haruki Murakami (1981)
This charming little story may seem a bit “fluffy” at first sight, but reveals its depth upon closer examination. Addressing the reader directly, the narrator talks of a woman he saw one April morning in the fashionable Harajuku area of Tokyo, and muses about what he should have said to her. Beneath the casual, conversational tone, the story touches upon such topics as the difference between love and lust, the fear of rejection, the question of how one can know whether a person is right for them and the way pessimism can lead to self-sabotage.

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Friday, April 15, 2016

A reflection on pausing and taking a breather

By Tanvi Deshmukh , via ArtParasites

Hi there,
Did you have a long day? Take a moment off.
Think of what made you smile today, and let gratitude touch your heart before it melts away somewhere in the stream of errant thoughts of mounting work and deadlines.
Pay attention to yourself.
Sit down. It’s okay if you’re in the middle of a crowded room, you don’t have to be alone to listen to the sound of your heartbeat. Tune in, and closely. Let it fill you up, until all you can hear is its steadiness. Remember how it always thumps the same old song, and although the tempo may change at times, it still is familiar and friendly.
Learn to find your calmness in the chaos.

Breathe in deeply. Be mindful of the sharpness in your chest when your lungs inflate to their fullest.  Taste the air on the tip your tongue before you let it out slowly. Luxuriate in the sensation of each breath.
Notice how it differs ever so slightly from the next. Remember that being alive is different from actually living – it’s the difference between careless I love yous and the unsaid ones in that rare hug when you feel like crushing someone else to your body until you can’t tell them apart from you.
Close your eyes and look for patterns in the blackness, colours and shapes and geometrical designs like you used to when you were a child. Open them slowly, let the light filter through your lashes before you take in your surroundings again.
Look at the dust motes in each individual moonbeam and how they dance in perfect harmony with each other. The curve of the road, and how the trees hug it sensuously as it moves out and away. Look for the warmth in someone else’s eyes, and make it your private patch of sunshine, just for a while. Remember how much of a difference it makes when you see something for what it is, instead of just looking at it. It’s like opening Pandora’s box.
Ease yourself slowly back into the world around you. Be gentle with yourself. You may not be breakable, but even shatterproof things need to be handled with care. Treat yourself with the same level of reverence you have for your contact lenses. People will only see you as clearly as they want, so the least you can do is love what you are, without glossing over the dents and scratches.
You are your own person. When everything else crumbles around you, that’s where you’ll get your strength from – your ability to ground yourself in an electric world that can self destruct from the smallest spark.
Did you have a long day? Maybe it’s not even evenfall yet.
Walk the distance, and go where you’re supposed to.
But don’t forget to take care of you.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016