Happy (late) Thanksgiving? ...

          While everybody is busy getting their holiday posts ready, decorating their houses nice, preparing food for Thanksgiving, traveling to see family or whatever else everybody is doing, I was so tired working 10h days so I can make up hours to be able to have Friday off.
          I've been working thinking a lot about my shop, trying new ideas, and wondering what would be the next best step. It's exciting to see people's faces when they see your work.

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          But, because this time of year we sit down and count our blessings, I'd like to list some of my blessings this year.

          I'm thankful for God's provision. Finally, this year we moved to our little place, and as every day goes by, we can feel God's guidance and see that this decision was a wise one. Every sunrise I see on the way to work, I thank God for His presence in my day. It's like He's smiling at me, assuring me it's gonna be a good day, no matter what will happen.

          I'm thankful for creativity. It's wonderful to explore, learn, experiment, and in the end see the amazing results of your work.

          I'm thankful for my hubby. Because he's mine. all mine. and he's awesome. and handsome, on top of that! (score!!) - I'd have to write an entire post why I'm thankful for my hubby, so I'll just stop here.

          I'm thankful for friends. In the last year, I've realized how great it is to have 2-3 friends that you can talk with, share your concerns, encourage each other, have fun and so on. Grow up together. Challenge together.

          I'm thankful for the ways God choses to teach us new lessons every day. You criticize someone else's lack of something, but at the end of the day, you realize you're not better than him/her.

         I'm thankful for today's technology. and all the good ways we can use it. Keeping in touch with friends, marketing your ideas, selling and buying so on so forth.

          I'm thankful for trials. They make us stronger. and our faith bigger. and take our trust in God to the next level. 

Another beginning...

          For a November day, it's very sunny and warm outside. The kind of days that you enjoy your cup of coffee, trying to work, with an eye to the window, wishing you could just go dive in a pile of leaves. But I'll stay here for a while... I have something to share with you.

          Last year around this time, my hubby told me one day: "Why don't you start making cards and invitations if you really like it?". I made our wedding invitations, our Menus and table numbers(they were 2 in 1), our place cards at our wedding. So that made me thinking...

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          I didn't know where to start from, but with help from friends (Erika at Shine On introduced me to etsy community - thank you, Erika!), encouragement from my hubby and tons of moments of discouragement, creatinkart was born. How I like to call it, the place where paper gets fancy. Where the magic happens - a small piece of paper becomes a way to share a smile, to tell stories, to remind others how loved they are. An invitation to your birthday, to a girl's bonding party, to a baby shower; even a wedding. This framed little princess dress is just one of the items in the store. Curious?.. Take a look!!!... Afterwards, I'd be glad to hear your opinions. In the end, I'm making them for you... :) 

        Enjoy!

Friday Letters {4}

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          Dear shop I'm thinking to open, please please please work out! I really love you and I hope people will be able to see my passion through you! (blog post to follow with more info on this one:)! )

          Dear rain,
               suddenly, I love you! You don't make me want to stay in bed anymore. I want to be productive! Your lovely sound in my window is the best soundtrack for my work!

          Dear little blog of mine,
               don't be sad. I was unorganized and didn't make time for you. But don't you worry, I missed you too!!

          Dear readers,
               would you accept my apologies?

          Dear me,
               Learn your lessons faster!

       
Have a happy weekend!

The strongest muscle in your body...

          My hubby recently discovered a site with weird facts about human body. I was amazed to find out the tongue is the strongest muscle. Giving it a second thought, it makes sense. It is the strongest, and not only biologically speaking (Proverbs 15:4, Proverbs 18:21). Imagine this:

          Friday night. Your sister, your friend and you are getting ready to go out. As you are getting in the car, you yell at your sister because she borrowed one of your many bobby pins, then turn around to your friend, smile at her and compliment her on the shoes. Your fav  pair of shoes. None of them did ask for your permission to use your stuff. But you afford being a total bitch to your sister, she's always around.. You get to see your friend just once in a while.. right?...

          Well, that's messed up. Seriously. I did it: to my sisters, to my parents (all right, I never yelled at them, but you get the picture), to my husband. Same attitude, different situations. It's not funny, it's embarrassing. for me. and heartbreaking. for them. Even if they don't realize it. Sometimes, I'm ashamed of my acts and my words. 

          Today, I challenge myself. To be careful what I say. how I say it. and even more important, when I say it. because, being part of a family is the most wonderful gift you can ever receive.

what did you learn this week?...

Friday Letters {3}

Dear God,

     Thank you for your love. And because you never give up on us.

Dear Week,

     You've been very productive. I've seen what it actually means to be a nurse, I've finished editing those old pictures, learnt new things and thought a lot. 

Dear JFK, 

     Thanks for showing us this wonderful view! We'll be back next weekend to pick up our sweet friends.

Dear Hubby,

     You work too hard, you need some time to relax.

Shadowing

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          This week I've been shadowing respiratory technicians and nurses at York Hospital.  I never knew what "shadowing" is until now, so I don't know if you know. Briefly, shadowing is when you follow around a person who is working on a job you'd like to start a career in, but you're not sure you like it. So, you want to get an idea of exactly what that job is. You're that person's shadow for a certain amount of time.
          I'll tell you from the start: it was ah-mazing!!! I've seen babies that fight for their lives, and people so sick they have no hope of living a normal life again. I've seen a baby coming into this world through a c-section, and forgot all about my anxiety of seeing blood. When you're there, watching things happening, or even much better, doing things, the last thought is "how much blood", or "that's gross" so on so forth. I can't wait to go to school and be a part of this.
          However, now that I'm home, I keep thinking of the similarity of what I did for two days and our relationship with Jesus. Of course, we are not as fortunate as the Apostles to actually follow Jesus around, but we can definitely spend time reading the Bible, trying to understand better and better what He wants from us.
          Are you willing to shadow Jesus?
          

On moving

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          When it comes to moving, I can say I'm a fortunate person. I've lived the first 19 years of my life in the same city, on the same street, with (almost) the same neighbors, in the same apartment. Eddie was not as lucky as me. They have moved around so many times, I get confused every time he tells me some of his memories. However, when time came for me to move, it was a huge change. I moved from Romania to New Jersey, USA. I don't know how much you understand, but let me tell you the difference is so complex, I'm still not 100% accommodated yet. And US have been my home for 4 years already. 

          The first year I longed to go back home. And I went. For 2 weeks. But it didn't feel like home anymore. I didn't know what to talk with my friends. Things have changed, I didn't know what bus to take to go from one place to another, stores closed down or moved and so on. I came back with a broken heart realizing the place where I grew, was my home. It was harder then when I first came to US. 

          A year later when I went back to Romania for 6 months (it was when I got married), I learnt how to let go. I learnt that my real home is not here, and I love how Peter says it: "Friends, this world is not your home, so don’t make yourselves cozy in it." (1 Peter 2:11 MSG). Right in my face. Impossible to interpret other way. I realized being with the ones you love is much more important than when or where you live. I've finally accepted that God doesn't move me around because He's bored. I've learnt a lesson that if I hadn't ever moved I would've never understand it; or even think about it. 

          Couple months ago my husband and I moved to our place. It's not a change as dramatic as the first one, on contrary, it's a blessed, very welcome and needed change. At this point, I'm open to any changes God wants in my our lives. As a family. I know I am blessed to be able to taste a little bit of heaven living my life next to the best husband ever. 

          Have you ever moved? What lessons have you learnt through these experiences?...

Friday Letters

          Dear Friday,      I can't believe you're here again!
          Dear Husband,      This week we celebrated our first 2 years together. Thanks for being so sweet and loving me so much! I love you, too! And, as cheesy as it sounds, marrying you was the best decision I have ever made until now. Can't wait to see all the other adventures that await us. 
          Dear Cosmin,      You'll leave tomorrow to meet your bride. I'm so excited for you two and I pray you'll be back safe and sound. Can't wait to meet Dana, too!! In the same time, thanks for trusting me with your invitations, guest book and so on...
          Dear Coffee,      You're delicious!!! Especially in these cold mornings.
          Dear Fall,      I'm learning to like you. I start liking the coldness of your mornings and the crisp air. However, I can't dig in the cold I just caught.
          Dear Friends of this blog,       I love getting to know you. Thanks for joining me in my journey as I share with you my heart.
          Dear life,      Thanks for being busy, but allowing me to spend time listening to Bible. It is awesome how many things you can discover re-reading (or re-listening) this precious book!           

Tuesday Tip

Lately I've been working a lot for my friends' wedding decorations. The most used item was the glue gun!! I own a blue small old but reliable one. However, it did not wanted to stay in place and I was so close to give it away and buy one of those fancy ones with a stand and bla bla. Until I found an old (can you feel the vintage air here? Everything is old!!) cute tall cup. And that became my fancy shmancy glue gun holder. It works wonders and brings a pop of color to my desk, too... I uploaded 2 pictures for you to see how it works.

In what way did you improvise this week?..

Note: this is my first post written from phone, so please ignore ignore any imperfections.

Friday's Letters

            Recently I found Ashley's sweet blog and I fell in love with her warm style and the Friday's Letters link party. Since I love letter, here's my first try!

Dear Journal,
      I know I haven't spent some time with you in a while, but you're always on my mind. I love to read you minnie me from time to time, so don't worry, I'll fill you up.

Dear Stamps,
      So sorry I didn't clean you earlier. I will take time for you and don't worry, even stained, you are very precious to me!

Dear Dishes,
      Please grow up and wash yourselves!

Dear Cosmin & Dana,
     I'm working hard at your wedding decorations and praying a lot for your life together. Only God knows how much I would love to be there with you on your happy day!

My beloved Hubby,
     The last 2 years were the best of my life! I'm so grateful I can have you by my side and be your best friend. You rock!!

Dear TO DO list,
     Please shorten yourself up!

for my dear husband

"Two things are impossible: to see God with your eyes and to narrate the love."

Adrian Paunescu (Romanian poet)

          I read this on the Internet yesterday. Partially, I agree with it. No, you can't see God, but you can see Him through His creation. Take a second and look around: you'll be surprised. Who taught the birds to fly? Who taught the ocean to roar? Who made the flower grow and smell so nice? Who taught people to love?

          Yes, it's impossible to narrate the love. You tell people you love them through your actions, your words, your smile, your attention to them, making them feel important, telling them they're cute (and meaning it), hugging them, kissing them. And yes, sometimes I fail miserably at "loving" people. Not that I actually stop loving them, I just forget to show them my love. However, I'm grateful it takes a lifetime to tell love and that words are optional.

My love is written on your heart, my dear!...

September challenge

         I suck at schedules, but I like challenges. This explains why I took the photo a day challenge when I found Fat Mum Slim blog. She's a very cute lady, who loves to take pictures, to laugh and the best thing, she lives in Australia!!! Man, how I love that part of the world. I really hope some day I'll get to visit it...

          If you want to jump in and play along, you can find more information here. I'll be posting on my instagram account all the pictures. I'm still thinking if to make here on the blog a round-up every week or not, but we'll see. 

So, what are you waiting for? Come on and have fun!!! 

God speaks my language

       "But here is how God has shown his love for us. While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."

                                                                                                                                                       (Romans 5:8)

          These last two days I thought a lot of my purple sweater. Not about the endless possibilities how to style it, but the lessons I've learned through it.

          On Monday, while working on my sweater, a thought started to create in my head. A thought about the similarities of this sweater and my life. I was poor, sank in my sins and miseries without any hope of escaping, and "while I was still a sinner, Christ died for me". I often sold myself so cheap, but God, took me in His love and invested in me. Even though there was no potential in me. Yes, there were times of poking and cutting, and sewing, tears, discourage, questions, but in the end, He will transform me in more than just a pretty sweater, I will be His masterpiece. Can you imagine? From nothing to a masterpiece? I've learned to stop complaining if it hurts, or if there is no answer, I've learned to just wait for Him to do His work in me. I've also learned the importance of not only reading the Bible, but learning verses, chapters, even books ( if you can). As soon as the thought about the similarity between my purple sweater and I, it reminded me there is a verse in the Bible that talks about how God showed His love for us that while we still didn't know Him, Christ died for us. I looked in the Bible, and there it was: Romans 5:8. Now I'll never forget this verse ever again.
       
          I am so thankful that God choses to talk to us in our language. He is so mighty that created everything and He keeps us together, yet in the same time He knows us so intimate, that He knows how to get us closer to Him.

This is on repeat today:

Pink ribbon and some wholes

          Are you wondering how did I turn that old, ripped sweater into the cuteness you're staring at?... Very easy (and cheap!). All you need is: 

• a (ripped) sweater, or T-shirt;
• 2 1/4 of satin ribbon in your choice of color;
• matching thread and needle (I didn't have a purple thread so I used black - you can't really tell);
• scissors;
• a little creativity and some patience.

          I saw this cute little sweater sitting all alone in the clearance isle at Old Navy last year. It was love at first sight, and that little whole just broke my heart. As soon as I saw it, I thought of the idea of wrapping a scarf around the V neck. So, I took it home and loved it some more (did I mention I paid $0.49 for it?). It sat in my closet until today when I figured out I will need it this fall and winter so I spent 30 minutes on it.

Back

Front

       

         Firstly, I made a "plan" in my head how I wanted the ribbon-scarf to look on the sweater. With the scissors I made another 6 wholes and sew the edges to stop the thread to unwind (I don't know if you can see it in the pictures, the sweater is a fine knit). Unfortunately I forgot to take a picture where the other wholes are. I inserted the satin ribbon through the wholes and made a bow. 

            Voila!!!! I took couple of pictures from front and back. Doesn't it look pretty?... Can't wait for the weather to get colder so I can wear it! 

        I think this is my cheapest make over I ever made. The ribbon was $2.00 (at AC Moore with 50% off coupon), and the sweater 49 cents which brings it to a total of $2.49 for a great girly sweater. 

           What was your cheapest make over? 

PS: If you have any questions, please ask, I'd be glad to answer. Also, if you decide to give it a try, please show off your results. I'm curious what you'll come up with! Have fun!!

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Rediscovering myself

          Couple days ago, my sister was telling me how she shared this story of mine with somebody from her church and they were very impressed and so psyched to hear the shoe boxes they make really do have an impact on children's lives. Which, made me curious of what I wrote (yes, to be honest I don't always remember what I write) and by the time I was finishing reading it, I was crying so bad. And then, I started scrolling through my other blog posts. I remember how surprised was my hubby when I wrote this story; he could not believe I just made up three stories - on the other hand, I was so frustrated on people who don't know how to manage the things really matter and then, they are the ones who complain they are unhappy. I remember the confusion I was facing when I kept wondering for days what do we have to fight so we can get more time to spend with our families? Or why should it be this way? The miracles I just witnessed this summer when I discovered the secret of asking and seeking before knocking on the wrong door.

          It was like I was getting acquainted with me again. It made me feel proud of how deep I can think, how good I am at expressing myself and in a way, I re-discovered myself. I think I spent the best 20 minutes that day reading "myself".

      Do you ever go back and read your old posts? Or read your journal since you were 15? 

A fairy-tale come true

         I live in a fairy-tale. 

                    

           Almost two months ago, my husband and I moved to our own place. It's been a dream come true and I think it is the best thing that could've happen to us this year so far. After the move, I finally have time to spend writing again (which I missed so much) so I wanted to start out by sharing with you a glimpse of our new nest.

the bedroom

dining room & living room

the kitchen

details...

          And when I thought things could not get better, my friend Erika from Shine On asked me to write a guest post for her. Go there say Hi to her (she's very friendly and cute) and see details for a very simple but awesomely delicious greek recipe. 

         

Under construction...

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       Well, as you can see, I am back... with new ideas and very excited to share them with you!... First, I just want to warn you there will be changes on this little blog of mine. I'm so excited, and can't wait to see the finished product! 

Fare well, friends, I'm off to cooking and cleaning!

But don't worry, I'll be back soon with more exciting news!

brother Sam. a story of a lifetime

June 4th, 2012.

This is the date I actually got to sit down with a great man. He's knows as "brother Sam" and brings bagels to our friends' house. He knows they give the bagels to the people in church. Just one glance, and I'm impressed by him. His way of shaking my hand, and the keen look reveal a strong and yet gentle man.  My husband and I stood there, in our friends' yard, and listened his life story for 3 hours. I listened how he met his wife, how they both got saved, how they started their life together. I was amazed to find out that, at 16 years old he worked every day, 45 minutes in school's cafeteria to earn $4 in one month (can you imagine that!?) in order for his mom to keep their washing machine.

"It's nothing the same when your wife is not here anymore". He took another bite from his slice of bread and continued. " Wives have a lot of work. She cleans, she cooks, she irons. Now I have to do it all by myself. No ironing. I don't do any ironing." He turns over to my husband, pointing to me "Take care of her, ok?". His hands are crooked from all the work he's been doing all his life. Still, his strength is so visible, almost tangible. "If I move here, I'm gonna help you with things near the house" said my husband in his broken English. 

The man next to him responded in an almost imperative way: "You help Ilie!" I couldn't believe this white haired man, with strong arms and a face that betrays a handsome man in his younger years that's sitting in front of me, at 98 years old, talking as if he's the strongest man on the earth. I couldn't understand his care for others. This lonely man, longing for the love of other people, puts others before him. I take a glimpse at him and I wish his wisdom could be contagious. At my husband's attempt to make him understand his intention, thinking he didn't hear well, he said 2nd time, more imperatively: "You help Ilie!"

I glance at my husband. He's puzzled, but his eyes betray his admiration for brother Sam. I look back at our guest and I think how lucky I am to stay in front of him and hear a drop of his wisdom.

That Sunday, I didn't take a nap (as I usually do). But I learned that there is no wisdom greater than kindness. 

Ask, seek, knock

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Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 

(Matthew 7:7)

The oddness of knowing something for a long time is that you stop thinking of its deep meaning - and there’s the risk of missing its own beautifulness just because you know it. Quite the same happened with this verse I read this Wednesday. I know it since I was a kid, and I’ve used it more than hundreds of times in different situations. 

Just this week stroke me its fullness of meaning. Pretty much all the time we get quickly to the last part, “knock and the door will be open to you”, not even thinking there must be a way to get to the door. My husband and I came to an important fork in our path. Important decisions are to be made. There are 3 opportunities opened for us, each one of them with its pros and cons. You can imagine the pressure of choosing what will be the best for our future, too, not only for present. In situations like this, I would love to be able to ask God what to do, be quiet and then, a voice from the sky to tell me which way to go. Relating this to the verse, it’s exactly what I said earlier - I want just the door and the knock, forgetting the importance of researching, and discovering (ask, seek...).  A friend of mine, pointed out that, God arms us with all equipment we need to make decisions, but then, in order for us to grow up, we have to make our own decisions. True. 

For some reason, I’ve observed, we are all about “God doing His part of work” - and we get focused on this, we forget we even have our own part of work which we neglect because we’re focusing on the wrong things. Then, when we get in the front of the wrong door and it opens, we blame God (which is convenient), never even crossing our minds to get back to the beginning and not start with the last step. 

Today, I want to dare you to take a moment and reflect if you're not knocking on random doors. Today, I stay in prayer, learning to trust my Creator, learning how to search His guidance instead of quick answers. Today, I'll start asking, and seeking, knowing that, at the right time, my husband and I will get to the right door, we will knock and it will open. And all will happen in God's best timing.

the best...

... idea I got this year. My arts and crafts office is finally done. One little important detail: I'm in search of a good quality lamp. 

Now, let's get creative!!!...

Note: Of course, I forgot to take a "before" picture, but if I tell you this was a closet full with clothes that weren't worn, I rely on your imagination to create an image in your head of a "before" picture. :)

Would you pay the price?

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I didn’t know I won’t be posting last week, and I missed it. Putting down my words, sometimes they sound crazy, other times, it’s a relief and some other times, maybe the silence is a best friend.

Tonight, I won’t talk about friendships – I don’t feel I can say anything worth reading about a great thing like friendship is. Now, I’m going to share with you some thoughts of mine – and I mean to be short.

I’ve dreamed for a really good and comfortable pair of high-heels  for a while now, but I’m not willing to pay the price – so I just cripple in the cheap ones I have that kill me time every time I wear them. And every time, I promise myself I’ll go and spend $100-$150 for a pair of decent shoes. I hear about this nice store that has good quality shoes, and nice sales, I go there, find a great pair and guess what? Not happening. I get to the store and when time is to pay, I just put them back on the shelf.

We do the same thing with our eternity: we want to go to heaven; we believe there is a God; we heard He gave His only Son to die for our sins (John 3:16), sometimes we even “pray the prayer” – but still – when it comes for us to give  ourselves up, we just can’t make ourselves pay the price. And then, we wonder why we are crippled and blame God why couldn’t He make it much more easier. Not even thinking that we have the power to chose.

Take a moment and mediate – what would you chose: the easy way and awful life and awful eternity, or to give up yourself and have eternal life.

Please keep in mind that, giving yourself up cannot be compared to the price God had to pay to redeem you from your filthy sins and horrible life without hope.

love makes it happen

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A while ago, I started a blog series about friendship - I usually post it on Mondays, but because this week Valentine's on Tuesday and I had the best topic to talk about, I postponed it to today. 

               If you read my blog for a while, you know that I've been married for almost 2 years, and we known each other since I was 17(not that long ago, some would say!). Even though we started "dating" merely a month after we've met, this year is the first year when we're together for Valentine's Day. Well, we had a long distance relationship and then, after 6 months we got married I had to come to USA in order not to lose my permanent residence here. So that explains everything - hopefully. :)

              I know how it is to be single on this day, I lived it in high school when every single girl in my class received a teddy bear and a flower (the lucky ones would chocolate, too). Everyone but me. I know how it is to have a dear one, but to be far away - the sadness and depression can be huge, if you're not focused on God.

               Now, I want to talk about my darling husband - he's my best friend. He takes care that when I fall asleep to be properly covered (he knows I'm sensitive and get sick easily), he is patient with me when shopping, he cooks for me, he gives me massages. And the cutest thing?... when I receive a message at work from him just saying "I love you". He encourages me. He listens to me. And he's funny. He makes sure every morning to let me know in one way or another, that he'll miss me that day. He knows how to tell me without words that I'm important, and crucial for his life. 

             I didn't prepare anything for this Valentine's Day (I was too tired and exhausted), but having my loving husband next to me is the only thing I needed.

Love doesn't make the world go round, 

but it makes the ride worthwhile.

(F. P. Jones)

I linked up here:

follower |ˈfälō-ər|

                    This is a time when everybody does a lot of following. We like to call it "inspiring", because we like to think of ourselves as unique persons. So, we watch the latest fashion show, we scan the best blogs, listen to the radios, look at movies and we add a little something from here and a little something from there to our personality, or our wardrobe. We got to the point where there is a color palette released for each year, and the color of the year will influence our daily decisions.

And then, if you are lucky enough to influence an amount of people, you become a trendsetter.

You will be quoted, your ideas will be considered brilliant, your way of walking, talking, laughing, dreaming will no longer be just yours - since tons, if not millions of people will try unconsciously to be like you.

                  So, in a time like this, why is it a shame to follow Christ? 

           

why is great having friends

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- no matter the time, day, night, working, etc you know you have somebody to rely on.

- cracking jokes together with a friend is much more better than by urself:)

- because no matter how down or tired she is, she just makes everything possible to cheer u up if you're down 

- and you know you do that, too -having a blast when watching crappy movies makes sense only when you're together.

- that's the thing with a good friend: as time goes by, she becomes closer and your friendship better and better...just like the wine:))) 

- a friend's advice is always to be trusted..just like your mom's

writing tools

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           First, I want to apologize for the lack of posts. I've been really sick since last week, and in weekend I was so busy, I didn't have time to even feel I'm sick. (that was a joke, let's say) I still feel weak and kind of funny, but with lots of vitamin C and orange juice and night quill I hope I'll be right on tracks by next week. There are some  exciting news to be made, but today I want to talk about something else.
           I will write about why I write. Those of you who read my blog (I know your are few - let's face it: who has enough time to read this much nowadays?) already know writing is my thing. It always was... it will always be. I enjoy writing. It reminds me of those good old times when I used to have pen pals. I was getting mail every single week. And it was great. Then, I started keeping journals. I've always been the shyest person in our friends' group, so having my own little piece of paper with my deep thoughts and feelings was crucial for me at that age.
           Then, I discovered I liked it. It was ... so me! and still is. Words become paints and pens suddenly turns into brushes and blank pages into blank canvas. And then, there is my masterpiece - always caring a piece of me with it.
         Recently, my sweet hubby has started to pursue me to write a book (at least one). I told him I couldn't do it, being aware of the fact that such a task requires some good deal of preparation; so he just found me the writing help I needed. Because he never takes no for an answer.

so, we'll live and see... shall I become a writer? Maybe. or maybe not.

All I know for now is, that, my reason why I write will not change. I'll keep writing - for me, for you. It helps me, firstly, and then, all I hope is that, somebody will find hope, faith, or at least, just a tiny bit of happiness in my little puzzled world. 

i have learned

I have learned that true friendship

continues even at distance...

And this is true

for the true love, too.

I have learned that, if somebody doesn't love you

how you'd want to,

it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you

with all his heart.

I have learned that no matter how good

a friend is

he's gonna hurt you from time to time,

and you have to forgive him for this.

I have learned that is not always enough 

to be forgiven by the others

Sometimes you must learn

to forgive yourself.

Octavian Paler

Note: I found this poem on Facebook and it touched me very much, so I tried to adapt it in English, so I can share it with you. This is priceless.


Have a great week! :)

there is a good side in every bad thing

I think God allows the necessity to move from place to place in order to remind us that our HOME is not here… nor on the other side of the Earth…

friendship - what is that?

photo by me, via Flickr.

               how many nights have I stayed and wonder what is it, actually? I have lost their count, but of course, the friendships that I have made over the years is what counts.

            A friendship is when you come to know a person and you disagree with some (or many) of his/her opinions but you cannot be mad at him/her. You are mad because there are moments when he/she is completely wrong in their thoughts and acts. Then, in those moments you're mad because you cannot make decision in their place - that way, you'd be 100% sure they'd save some tears, or even a broken heart. A friendship is when you spend more and more time together and you feel the opposite way. Friendship is when you stay in the sun so you can get burned tanned and is so quiet around - then go home and tell everybody how much fun you've had... and you're not lying.

           It's hard to make a friend. And, as many other things, it becomes harder and harder to make new friends as you grow old. It was made to help you understand God's love, but it can be dangerously destructive. It can easily bring you to nothing in seconds, when minutes ago you were the everything.
           It's even more harder to keep a friend. It takes a lot of courage to give up sometimes just to not start a fight. It requires a lot of your time and as you start full-time job and have a family, friends just seem to fall on 3rd - 4th place on your list. And suddenly, people realize they have friends, but no friendships... or they have a friendship, but there's no one to call "friend".

A kid asked a fisherman which ship is the best kind of ship. The experienced fisherman answered without hesitation:  "Friendship!"

pretty princess

     Since Valentine is coming, I thought of a way how to tell your little princess in the house how much you love her... This card is entirely made out of scraps from other cards I've made... and my sister's fake flowers (ha ha ha).

Who said you should get rid of scraps???...


Let's party!!!

Fresh Brewed Blog - Pink, White and Kraft

lovely Monday

     


         
      We, my friend, we have come a looong way, you know. We've met during hard times, and I guess that toughness that we were showing was the actual meltdown of our hearts. I would have never thought on that day, in 9th grade, when I came to talk with you at the window, what will be after that one "hi".
      I thought I knew you. And you believed you knew me. but just then, afterwards, when we actually started to discover each other we realized... we're bonded. I wish I could write down all the sweet memories we had together. You know, we started from nothing and look at us! Such a friendship like our, that everybody is just amazed, and people are jealous.
     You are a gift for me. God's gift, to teach me to listen, to laugh and cry with the people around me. One of His ways to give me hugs and kisses throughout the everyday walk.
      Now, maDa, we're a long way from each other, but your love is so strong, I can actually feel your heart hugging mine. You're one of a kind, and having you as my best friend, is like having an extra life!

To you, dearly, lovely, maDa!

to our friendship - for the years the passed and the ones which will come.

Love you,
nami. :)

something new - a challenge

Sunshine my way, a photo by v.sch23 on Flickr.

Yesterday I was inspired by the wonderful colors of the sun down when I left work. I also miss very much some extremely dear people close to heart.

I thought I can make something to remember my beloved ones they are the sunshine in my life, even when the sun is hiding behind the cloud.

When I got home, I took out my new craft station, and for the first time I dry embossed something. Who would've thought this is such a cool thing !?!?!... I was amazed of the result, so why not sharing with you?...

Another new and interesting I found out this week, was that I can link up to challenges and link parties (hey, who doesn't love parties?!?!..). Well, that's a cool feature that I plan on using this year a lot! For now, I'll just enter a challenge and we'll see how it goes. Wish me luck!

Fresh Brewed Challenge - use something new