HELLO !
I'm back at last! Haven't forgotten about my blog nor other projects, somehow time just has passed with other stuff.
When I stopped to think about WHY I started a blog in the first place, it occurred to me I wanted to replace my diary.
My first ever diary was at the age of 9. My mother gave it to me as we left Finland for wider spaces and she wanted me to record our journey. What a brilliant idea !
Somewhat in awe I started on this huge yet exciting task writing our little or bigger adventures down.
My mother, me and my little brother left Finland forgood on 14th december 1977.
We headed to La Palma first, sun, sea and lovely food. After a week holidaying we flew to Barcelona and stayed in a lovely hacienda with tiny salamanders and later in a hotel down town.
In the foyer I was mystified by an exceptionally elegant older lady, very classy, very stylish, very chique, she made such an impression on me. Everytime I saw her I would secretly observe her, the way she lit her cigarette holded between her skinny long fingers. How she closed her lips around her cigarette like it was something fragile. Then she blew the smoke very elegantly between her lips away without disturbing anyone else with her smoke. She fascinated me. The way she moved, the way she talked, the way she walked...What struck me most was the look of loneliness she had over her. Everything about her shouted money and style, yet her eyes were lonely. Her smile was lonely. Solitude was what she breathed. I had mixed feelings. I would have liked to talk to her, I tried to make contact once like children do and I received a tired smile. But neither of us spoke each others language and that was that. I often wonder what has happened to her?
Back to my diary. After Barcelona we went by bus to Andorra where we stayed in a hotel and afterwards we lived in a chalet for 3 months or something.
Good memories of lazy days me wondering on the mountains, being followed by goats (favorite animals btw) playing games with my mom and brother, reading, going in the sauna, snow, ...
I wrote lots of stuff down. I even wrote my first "novel" :-)
Then we left for our final destination and ... I lost my little bag with my diary (and novel) in it ... I forgot it somewhere on a train? in a cab? ...
The devastation is still imprinted on my soul. I had grown to love it!
So over the years I 've written dozens of diaries. But as I have moved more than a dozen times in my live I haven't been able to keep them.
Around the millenium I started to make my "visionboard" collage on the front pages and last year it looked like this, see top picture. On new years day I cut out pictures and words out of magazines about things I would like to achieve that coming year. I make a collage and everytime I open my diary I am remembered of my goals and intentions.
It is funny how some of the items do materialize and some don't or later.
And now my intention is to make out of my blog a very public "diary " with thoughts and beliefs, adventures and pictures, trials and successes...
What kind of relation do you have with blogging or writing a diary?
kristina xo
Hi,
My sitting corner with pictures of the brilliant balletdancer Sylvie Guillem on the wall. The table belonged once to my mother. I painted it black for a dramatic effect. The bamboo chair was also painted by me and my mom made a cushion for it.
Sorry for the dark picture, but this is the view from my bedroom. I love the smell of lavendel!
This is the dining area. I received the table from a dad's friend, the chairs I got from my dad. At the back a painting my parents gave me when they got divorced.
Some plants at the window and I love the Laura Ashley lamp. If you look carefully my curtains are actually blankets from IKEA.
I painted the kitchenwalls applegreen/ limegreen. In real life the colour looks better. It goes so well with the white kitchen. Basilicum and strawberries still going strong. The mintleaves are very small this year.
