so much busy... look carefully…

Gatha on Impermanence

The day is now ended.
Our lives are shorter.
Now we look carefully.
What have we done?

…with all of our heart,
let us be diligent,
engaging in the practice.
Let us live deeply,
free from afflictions,
aware of impermanence
so that life does not
drift away without meaning.

Plum Village Chanting and Recitation Book

First of all I want to thank all my dear readers and blogging friends who have been voting on me for the May “Look of the Month” on Portuguese blog mini-saia.
However, if you didn’t it yet go here and VOTE.
Thank you all.

Secondly I want to apologize to my dear blogging friends for being soooooo behind on your blogs.
This week has been very busy on my job, with a two days seminar, meetings overtime…
I will try to catch you all very soon.

I also have a lot of “homework” to do with memes, tags and awards to pass on. I promise I’ll do it as soon as I can…

Namasté

to my sexy Goddaughter V. ...

I wish our lives weren't so busy and that time wasn't flying by so fast...
I wish we had more opportunities, so we could spend time together...
I hope you know how much you mean to me and how wonderful you are!
Happy Birthday!
Hope your day is special as you!
Hope your life will be fulfilled with HAPINESS!!!!
You SO deserve it, thank you for being the way you are!!!

LOVE YOU, GORGEOUS!!!!!

TO - 05/24 - blue shades…as a blue mood… lesson learned and the wheels keep turning... I gotta believe it's worth it...

Humans are specialist only in pointing their finger in anger, frustration or exaltation. Humans have accurate judgments and rigid thoughts. We should have been taught not to know what to wait from the Universe; that would have made it easier for everybody. There are worse things than misinterpretations.

Some of you might know that I’ve been trough tough times, so my outfits have not been very creative. As today that I dressed on a casual matchy-matchy look.
The day was warm but not sunny, well, from time to time the sun made some appearances.

But as the song says “lesson learned and the wheels keep turning...”, so I hope inspiration is coming as you saw in my new board.

Well this year is Francis Bacon's 100th Birthday…
Life may look a little strange when one studies his paintings whenever one finds some spare hours…

brown sandals - Zara (S/S 2008)
brown fishnets - Calzedonia
blue skinny pants - Vero Moda (F/W 2008)
white tank - Zara (S/S 2009)
white long shirt - Vero Moda (S/S 2009)
blue long cardigan - Shop 1One (S/S 2009)
brown belt -Tally Weijl
brown fringed bag - Friday's Project (S/S 2009)
wood bangles - gift from Goddaughter
amber cocktail ring - gift from Hubby
blue necklace - mainland store
lipstick - Esté Lauder
perfume - Amor Amor from Cacharel

inspiration board...

You might not always like me, the things I do or the way I do them. But these are my things, this is the way I do them and I am me.

(via i wrote this for you)

(Image credits: style.com, instyle.com, desire to inspire, and some other that I do not know)

YO – 05/18 – look what I’ve found… new shoes…

Some posts ago I’ve told you about my current obsession… shoes.
And I’ve showed you some that were catching my eyes on internet.
As you know this last “shopping season” wasn’t as it was supposed to be and I just had time to see a few things and only bought (in shoes) my Zara’s brown sandals. I passed by that shoes store that I’ve told you about the owner from whom I manage to get my oxfords, if you remember, and imagine what I found…

The black suede fringe t-strap heels that I’ve posted!!!!
And now here they are…. I even wore them on my yesterday’s outfit, because it was such a sunny day…

Aren’t they just gorgeous????

Now I just miss the black metallic cross strap stud heels… Note to myself, maybe if I’ll have a chat with Sister Seeker… lol

Once again I want to thank all my dear readers and blogging friends that gave me so much support on my last post! You’re the best and you all deserve my love!!!!
Thank you!!!!

black suede fringe t-strap shoes - local store (S/S 2009)
black fishnets - Calzedonia
violet printed dress - Vero Moda (S/S 2009)
gray blazer - Acetato (S/S 2009)

gray handbag - Mango (F/W 2008)
pearls necklaces - mainland store

cocktail ring - gift from Hubby
bracelet - gift from Hubby (Tie Rack)
lipstick - Esté Lauder
perfume - Amor Amor from Cacharel

the first time is a charm…

The Portuguese blog mini-saia has been promoting a diversion that is some kind of a contest, in which the readers can send pictures with their looks and among them is chosen the “Look of the Week”.
After that the four “look of the week” will go on votes to find the “Look of the Month”.

Well, that’s right my dear readers and blogging friends… I made the mistake of sending a picture of my recent boho chic look, why a mistake…? because my look was chosen to be this “Look of the Week”.
So… why am I sad?
I’m aware that one that exposes oneself like that it will be always people who like and people who don’t.
But you can’t imagine what those people anonymously say…
I can stand a constructive critic, but I think that “Horrifyingly disgusting!” it’s not a thing that one should tell to another human being.

That’s why I’m proud of my blogger’s corner and of all my lovely and dear readers and blogging friends for all the support I receive on this blog of mine.

Thank you all!!!!

Namasté

sunday evening… nostalgic feelings…

My mother sees me and greets me wearing a huge smile.
“It’s going to be a good day,” I say to myself as I hug her. She hugs me with all her strength. I imagine that, for her, it feels like years since she saw me last, although it has only been a week.
“This is my daughter,” my mother says to her friends seated around her. They all nod and say hello. I’ve met them all dozens of times. I notice that my mother does not use my name, and I briefly wonder if she can recall it, but no matter. Today she knows that I am her daughter and that’s enough for me.
I help her get ready for our weekly outing, chatting about family and the silly events of the past week. She listens politely and sometimes laughs at my stories. I take her arm and help her into my car.
On the way back to her place, I tell her all about family and the silly events of the past week. No matter that these are stories I have told her numerous times. No matter that I don’t think she can recall the names of her grandchildren. Today she knows I am her daughter, and that’s enough for me.
I kiss my mother, and as I look into her eyes to say good bye, my heart breaks just a little more. I know her future. I know what this disease will do to her. I just don’t know when, and I don’t know what it will do to me. But no matter, there’s next Sunday and the Sunday after that.
For now, I still have my mother and that’s enough for me.