Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
How does the perfect jewellery box look?
Mon will show you how: she has created the cutest little fox box to hold all precious things. It's a fox. It's a box. It's everything you've ever wanted.
You can turn a plain wooden box into a cute treasure-holder fox in 4 simple steps. Here's how
Mon did it:
Take out your colour pencils, brushes and acrylic paint, put on some good music and let's get started. Draw a quick sketch of a fox face, or use Mon's sneaky little foxy as inspiration. Using a light orange pencil, draw thin guides on the top of your box. Apply two coats of acrylic paint and let it dry for about half an hour.
Once the paint is completely dry, you can start adding details and patterns. Use an earbud dipped in paint to easily create a dotted pattern in the inside of the box. Let it dry again and you're ready to put your most precious things inside. Your fox will keep them safe.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Lego lunchbox today:
broccoli + yellow and white cheese + olives puff pasttry pizza
orange + grapefruit juice
Roo'bar for dessert
Preparing puff pastry pizza is as easy as making a pizza crumpet. It can be assembled in minutes and it tastes so good. You only need to unroll the pastry and put your favourite ingredients on. I layered white cheese, brown olives, yellow cheese and broccoli and baked the whole thing for about 15-20 minutes. Lunchbox packed, thermos packed and I'm ready for a whole day at the Uni.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Dexter sleeps in on a Saturday. He is still sleepy while I put my winter coat on and get ready for our morning walk. He yawns lazily as I put his leash оn. Poor Dexter – he has now idea that today is
the day he's been waiting for so long.
It is snowing outside for the first time this season. Not too heavily – but enough to make a golden retriever the happiest dog in the world. I remove his leash and he starts running like crazy, making impossible u-turns, his back paws sliding like he's a cartoon character. He stops every now and then to eat some snow (I try to be the voice of reason but he's a rebel, I give him that) and then rushes off again. Funny how he can run in the snow for so long, but finds it boring when I take him out for
As Dexter runs giddily from one end of the park to the other, an old girlfriend of his appears out of nowhere. She waits patiently next to me for Dexter to notice her which takes a good ten minutes or so. Dexter finally comes to greet her and a couple of minutes later they are both running and rolling in the snow. His girlfriend is not as excited about the snow as she is to be seeing Dexter – but he's a little too preoccupied to notice. Or, as I suppose, snow is, after all, a little more exciting than girls.
After a whole hour of snow adventures we finally get back home. We make lunch, brew tea, and hide under a warm blanket. It's a nice Saturday.
Happy first snow!
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Remember my story about Columbia Road flower market being my favourite market in London? Forget it. It's only half true now because, yes – the smell of lavender and freshly cut grass and all sorts of herbs mixed together is wonderful – but I've found a new love. It's called Portobello Market and things are really serious this time. Have you ever seen Notting Hill? Because that's what started
Notting Hill is a romantic comedy where young Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts meet on Portobello Road 142, and almost instantly fall in love. It's really sweet and made me want to see all the colourful buildings and queer shops for myself. And door number 142, of course.
Notting Hill (the actual place, not the movie) looks a lot different than any other part of London. Narrow roads meander and curve, revealing beautiful architecture. Victorian terrace houses are squeezed tightly into the available space, creating intimate atmosphere. Even on a grey gloomy weekend day the place is vibrant and rich in colour: bright yellow facades, pumpkin-coloured doors, baby-blue terraces, lavender window sills.
Portobello Road is, of course, full of people, especially on market days. People from all around London – from all around the world, actually – have come to see one of the oldest and most famous antique markets, that is nearly 150 years old. It's a place for precious antiques, quirky fashion, delicious food, books and music. Portobello Road is also home to the Grade II Electric Cinema, one of Britain's oldest cinemas.
On busy days, market stalls stretch a mile along Portobello Road. Even heavy rain can't stop hundreds of traders from selling all sorts of just about everything. You can eat delicious french banana chocolate crepes and try fashionable winter coats all in one place. You can find antique gems like a hundred year old mechanic watches, pearl necklaces, diamond rings, letterpress stamps, silver cutlery... the list could go on forever.
As if the market stalls weren't enough, surrounding Portobello market are lots of unique independent shops and pubs and restaurants. You can grab a cup of bubble tea and visit the Japanese stationary shop, find a street sign with your name on it or try all the quirky sunglasses in the world until you find the perfect pair.
Portobello has loads of character, a melting pot of people from all around the world and lots of good food. If you're in London right now – go discover a great treasure whenever you get the chance. If you're someplace else – don't worry! Hugh Grant is great in Notting Hill.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Murakami can never disappoint. At least not me.
I've been waiting for his latest novel ever since I finished 1Q84. I found London markets, lavender fields and weekend burritos a bit more exciting than reading, but somehow managed to fit this brilliant 300-page story into my busy schedule. Murakami is that good.
You cannot pass a book called "Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his years of pilgrimage", even if you're not a Murakami fan. The title is mysterious and inviting - and you know that the story would be just as weird. But leave the title - you cannot pass a book that looks like that. A true piece of art.
The story tells of an ordinary "colourless" Tsukuru Tazaki whose friends one day mysteriously announce that they no longer want to see him or talk to him or be friends with him any more. His life then stops. He doesn't know how to react, what to feel, how to handle the situation. As time passes, the wound grows deeper. Two decades later - he's never been able to understand exactly what went wrong. One day, with the help of someone, Tsukuru decides he can no longer live without knowing the whole truth. He tries to collect all the pieces of his past in order to carry on with his present.
Colorless Tsukuru's mystery is solved towards the end, but - as usual - a greater mystery remains unsolved. The novel feels like a puzzle and only when you read it you'll find out that there's a
Brilliant Murakami, as always. Easy to read - not so easy to understand.
P. S. - the limited english edition comes with a bunch of stickers inside. Could this get any more awesome?
Thursday, October 09, 2014
For me, London works like this: I see something for the first time and I hate it. I see it again and think to myself - well, it's not that bad. Third time is a charm and I fall deeply in love.
It took some time before I fell in love with Barbican. I first saw it on a sunny Saturday morning and wasn't at all impressed by the Brutalist architecture. Being raised up in post-communist Bulgaria makes massive concrete buildings a little less exciting, I guess. Besides - gloomy London is grey enough.
Barbican Centre is, for starters, a lot of concrete in one place. Cold, monochromatic and out of place - at least that's what my first impression of it was. I surely needed time to find the beauty of it.
Somehow I didn't feel like Europe's largest performing arts centre should look like this. It took me some time to get used to it and start to see that it actually has character. It is distinctive. And yes, it is out of place in the middle of London, but in a good way. Not such a bad place after the second visit, that's for sure.
With multiple performing arts venues, galleries and theatres side by side, the Barbican is the essence of the "big idea" architecture. That's what makes it magnificent. It pulls you in like a labyrinth and you become an explorer, discovering what's down this hallway, what's up these stairs, what's around the corner or hiding behind that column. I only visited one exhibition (robot snakes are a little less terrifying than real ones - although I don't want to meet either anytime soon) and couldn't get lost inside - but I'm sure that finding your way through numerous galleries and halls would be even
Barbican's a good place for art. And theatre. And films. And music. And lectures. But let me tell you what it's really great for: lunch. I fell in love with Barbican... at lunchtime.
It only took a nice lunch from the nearby food market to make me realise that, after all, Barbican is actually nice. It's not at all cold if you eat a warm buckwheat crepe there. It's not monochromatic if you walk around the place in your multi-coloured kicks. It is definitely out of place, but - after all, I am too.
Thursday, October 02, 2014
Lego lunchbox today:
love tea - rose, chamomile and lavender
Nakd raw bar for dessert
When I first came to London I was curious to try three things: liquorice, Marmite and crumpets. Marmite is good, liquorice is really good, but crumpets... Crumpets are the best.
Crumpets go well with everything - peanut butter, jam, chocolate, cream cheese - whatever you prefer. But the best way to eat a crumpet is to make a tiny pizza out of it. That actually might be the easiest way to prepare a pizza - and a good one, too. Just add your favourite pizza ingredients on top of a crumpet and bake for a minute or two. Easy as that. And de-li-ci-ous!
Sunday, September 28, 2014
One fine Saturday afternoon, as I was walking home after a long expedition around London (a casual weekend activity) I found... a night stand.
I have an unquenchable need to give life to old furniture and - pretty much - repaint everything in black and white patterns... so I couldn't just leave an abandoned night stand in need. Even if it was exceptionally boring-looking.
So I invited it home.
I spray-painted the night stand in white and let it dry completely for a couple of hours. I used black acrylic paint for the patterns and some paper tape for the reversed patterns on the drawer. And it was no longer exceptionally boring-looking.
Mind you, the place you see in the pictures is not how my room looks like. Only showing you the night stand in his... so to say... natural habitat. I can assure you it is now in my room, keeping all my books and art supplies and Honeydukes sweets safe.
By the way, speaking of Honeydukes... Sherbet lemons are the best.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Markets are a big thing in London. Food markets, vintage clothing markets, antique markets, flower markets, flea markets, all-kinds-of-markets.
Although I often find myself in Spitalfields market (near a cupcakery. oh-oh!) and every other Sunday go to Bricklane market for a salmon bagel... my favourite London market so far is Columbia Road Flower Market. It's a wonderful place that makes me want to read all the gardening books in the world, move to the village and have a huge garden.
Columbia Road Market is the kind of place you want to be on a Sunday morning. Londoners are crowding only to buy some fresh flowers, sellers are shouting, dogs are barking excitedly. And it smells of roses and lilac and coriander and lavender and rosemary and lily of the valley altogether.
I couldn't resist buying a bunch of smiling sunflowers. And a succulent.
But I would have bought everything if I could.
I definitely need more plants in my life. But after killing an innocent succulent I might need to educate myself on the matter first.
Markets have become my little weekend ritual here in London. How about you? Are you in the mood for a salmon bagel and some flower shopping?
Sunday, September 14, 2014
I rediscovered tote bags.
Rediscovered as in I used to hate them and now they're my favourite choice. Plus, they come in really handy if you carry around a lot of things. And I always do.
On weekdays my Lego lunchbox is somewhere inside, too - but usually I only bring the tiny version of it (which is packed with chewing gum). I carry raw bars (you never know when you're going to be needing a snack!) and tea (same goes for drinks... and when it comes to tea - I might as well bring a cup for it, no?) and water (you've already seen my beloved bobble bottle).
I always carry around my Moleskine and some pens and pencils, although - to be honest - I rarely use them when I'm outside. But I know - the moment I leave them home I'll come up with the coolest idea and I wouldn't be able to write it down/make a sketch. I have to be on the safe side here.
I carry the usual stuff, too - a wallet, house keys (can you see my super cool chocolate frog key holder?), sunnies, sanitiser, phone and - of course - an umbrella.
Because now I live in a place where I have to carry an umbrella all the time.
Sunday, September 07, 2014
I visited Hogwarts.
I still cannot believe it but yesterday I actually visited Hogwarts.
And it was magical.
Harry Potter and all the hype around it will always have a special place in my heart. I grew up with the books. I've read them at least a million times. I used to spend hours in the library checking what names and symbols and places meant. I wrote letters to whoever was involved with this magical experience. I made all props I could think of using whatever I had at hand. And yes, I had a hand-knitted Gryffindor scarf. I was that crazy kid. At least I didn't wear round glasses. But hey - now I do.
But seriously - I was a huge Harry Potter geek. I knew every single name, every single spell, every single potion. I dreamt of buying a book from Flourish & Blotts, I dreamt of trying pumpkin juice and Butterbeer. I dreamt of chocolate frogs and magic wands and invisibility cloaks and flying broomsticks - and it all came true yesterday.
It was a lot more than that for me, though - you could imagine. I was more excited than all the kiddos there combined and I honestly cried of joy during the whole experience. I wore the Sorting Hat, drank butter beer, ate chocolate frogs and fizzing whizz bees, tried magic wands... I visited Hagrid's Hut, The Burrow, professor Dumbledore's office, the Dungeons, and my most favourite Diagon-Ally. I met Dobby and Fawkes and Buckbeak and Aragog. I knocked on the door of Privet Drive Number 4, I rode the Knight bus, read the Daily Prophet and almost rode a broom. It was amazing.
It might sound cheesy in a blogpost about Harry Potter... but let me tell it to you either way: dreams do come true - and you get a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Or it might just be the butterbeer.
I am definitely doing a Harry Potter movie marathon this week - I'm sure I'll see all things differently now that I've taken a closer look at how everything has been made. I'm packed with sherbet lemons and every flavour beans, so it's going to be great.
Unless I get an earwax flavoured bean, that is.