utorak, 30. lipnja 2015.

Conversation (short story, writer link up)

Today I'm joining a writer's link up. Feel free to read other stories and find out more about it here. It is organized monthly by blogger +Natalia Lialina and everyone is welcome to join in. My story is about 1100 words long and titled Conversation. Original version was twice as long and written in Croatian, so I guess  this is a rewrite.  Without any further ado, here is my short story for this month.


I was in a hurry, running to catch the bus  and doing my best not to look ridiculous in the process, when suddenly I saw a familiar face.  He was sitting on a bench in an ordinarily looking park that started where the bus station ended and despite the fact I couldn’t see his face I recognized him immediately. His back was slightly hunched and the tips of his wings, dragging on the grass, haven't been white in ages. Their colour was more ash like and perhaps there was actual ash on them, among other things, among dirt and dust that is characteristic to any city. Why does a large population of human beings always result in greyness? There is something grey in the dirt of the cities. I cut my meditation short and decided to approach him. The bus left sometime between my first and last thought.  In a few steps I was there next to him. He was smoking, as someone who doesn't really smoke for pleasure but is merely trying to find a way to entertain his hands. His eyes seemed focused on nothing in particular, as often happens when we feel lost.

‘Good morning’, I said and searched his gaze, caught it and smiled.

‘It isn't exactly good’, he answered and smiled with the grace of those who like to joke about their own misfortune…. those that perhaps even enjoy it at some level. Yes, a certain grace was there in his smile, but the style was missing big time.  What he lacked was passion, the one that martyrs have, but then you can't expect enjoyment in personal misfortune to be quite on that level from someone who is in fact an ethereal creature. It is new to him, being run down by the world, despite the fact that he has been watching this world for centuries.

‘It’s just a figure of speech.’ I said and sat next to him after locating a part of a bench that didn't seem so terribly dirty.

‘Many things are just figures of speech.’ he answered and seemed to place his glaze on some meaningful place in the distance that only he could see. He tended to do that, when he said something ambiguous. He looked magnificently sophisticated this instant, perhaps contemplating and meditating on important issues. Probably he was just feeling numb and empty, but on angels even that can seem terribly deep and mesmerizing.

‘She left me, you know’, he added and gazed at me. His face turned into a grimace giving him a bizarre appearance that was almost ugly. Almost I must stress almost, because angels can't really be ugly. Sadness or melancholy was not befitting to those facial features, only joy or meditation.

‘How about drinking ourselves under the table?’ I asked in all seriousness.

‘I'm not in the mood’, he said and tossed his cigarette angrily, suddenly realizing it has burned to its end in his fingers. He spit in his hands and rubbed them with irritation. His beautifully tender angel hands, like hands of a pianist were an art work in their own right.

‘Come on, you do that every weekend’, I said and scratched my horns. The sun was starting to get too strong for my liking and my horns were itching badly.

‘Maybe that is it, maybe I need a change.’ he said sounding quite serious.

‘We can try drinking wine instead of other stuff.’ I responded. ‘We might even find some wine road.’

 ‘Yes, we might…. Say isn't this a stereotype of some kind?’, he asked me, smiling loudly.

‘What is?’ I asked and instinctively put on my most charming smile.

‘A demon trying to talk someone into doing something’, he said.

‘Hey, I was just trying to help.’ I answered feeling honestly offended, whipping the smile from my face in an instant. ‘I even missed my bus because of you and you know how much I hate being late’.

‘I know, I'm sorry…but isn’t that what we are all trying to do? I was just trying to help her and she ended up hating my guts…never mind. Do you have other clever suggestions?’

‘No, I don’t have any. You angels always think you know better anyway.’ I said suddenly feeling less interested in his case or his troubles. Why doesn’t anyone ever trust a demon? Or does he think he is the only one this ever happened to? I half made my mind to turn by back on him and catch another bus.

‘Don't get touchy.’ he pleaded and there was honesty in his voice, but so it is when you're an angel. His voice was pure honesty…or maybe his voice was merely tuned like some magnificent instrument.  His voice was perhaps what drew me to him, what started our conversations long ago.

‘We were angels once.’ I said driven by some strange urge that I didn’t care to analyse or suppress.

‘I know.’ he whispered and there was almost sadness in his voice. He got up and I followed him. First his feet were dragging but then suddenly he quickened his pace. We crossed the crossroads and smiled equally loud at the chubby baby staring at us from the back of some car. We were making our way towards the beach,  it was one of our silent agreements, and soon enough before us the sea danced its dance and sang its song inviting sun and wind to join in. Angels love that sort of stuff. The nature, the elements- one of the things we have in common. Now, that I think of it…one of many things we have in common. Better not to mention it to him, he was never too keen on reflecting on our similarities. I couldn’t even present it as an interesting theological debate to him.

‘How about searching for some shade?’, I pleaded, gazing at the sun that has just evolved from too strong for my liking to merciless. ‘ …and yes, I do realize the irony of a demon complaining about the heat’, I added, but aren't you afraid of burning that fair skin of yours? It looks very sensitive.’

‘I always wondered why we must all look the same. I hate these curls to tell you the truth.’

‘Well, you're not exactly the prime specimen with those bags under the eyes.'

'We can joke all we want. After a certain time in the material world, all spiritual beings become subject to its influence.Perhaps this material world is influencing me more than I care to admit. I should have know better than to fall in love. They don't call it falling for no reason.'

‘Everyone makes mistakes, even angels.’ I replied. ‘Take it easy.’

‘Not all mistakes are bad, some make us repent and steer us towards the good. It is never too late to admit you're wrong.’ he said and his eyes shone like stars on a cold winter night.

'What's your next line? We can all learn from our mistakes? Let me help you make the right thing. That's what all the dictators in this world say you know.', I answered and yawned. His reaction was pretty close to a smile, but he fought the temptation to surrounded and then shrugged his shoulders.

‘I shall not argue with a demon. You're so damn eloquent and I'm not entirely silver. How about a swim instead?'', he asked.

'I thought you'll never ask'. I answered.

ponedjeljak, 29. lipnja 2015.

Sights to see, places to visit (+outfit post) / Znamenitosti za vidjeti, mjesta za posjetiti (+ odjevna kombinacija)

I'm starting a new feature on my blog called Sights to see, places to visit and this is my first post of the kind. Today I have for you one dinning recommendation and a bit of history to spice it up. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?. So if you ever happen to come to Mostar, I recommend you to visit one pub that besides a wonderful selection of beers, also serves exquisite wines (this is a wine region after all) and delicious dishes. 

When I first came into Mostar, I have fallen in love with one particular street. It was the trees that so enamored me. They belong to the Platanus family of trees and in English they are called plane or plane trees. Thanks to this pub's website I have learned that these trees were planted in 1889 to welcome Belgian Crown princess Stephanie and Crown prince Rudolf of Austria and celebrate their visit to Mostar. 

Let's get back to the way this history information connects with the pub I just recommended visiting. You see, many villas in this street date from the nineteen century. Moreover, one of them was recently restored and turned into a pub called Štefanijino šetalište (Stephanie's alley/ Stephanie Alle).You see originally this street with these two rows of these wonderful plane trees was named Stephanie Alle in honour of the visiting Belgian princess (today it is known as street of prince Branimir). Interesting, isn't it? I've never thought about this street as a historical sight to see, but it really is.

Započinjem novu rubriku na blogu koja će se zvati Znamenitosti za vidjeti, Mjesta za posjetiti, a ovo je moja prva objava na tu temu. Danas za vas imam jednu preporuku i malo povijesti. Ne zvuči tako loše, zar ne? Naiđete li slučajno u Mostar, preporučavam vam da posjetite jednu pivnicu koja osim što ima odličan izbor piva, služi i vrhunska vina (ipak je ovo vinska regija) i ukusna jela.

Kada sam prvi put došla u Mostar, zaljubila sam se u jednu određenu ulicu. Stabla su bila ta koja su me zapravo oduševila. Prekrasni i ogromni Platani. Zahvaljući stranici pivnice koju sam vam upravo preporučila doznala sam da su ova stabla zasađena dane 1889. godine za doček i proslavu dolaska Belgijske princeze Štefanije i Austrijskog prijestonasljednika Rudolfa.

No, kakve to zapravo ima veze s ovim povijesnim informacijama? Veliki broj vila u ovoj ulici datira još iz deventanestog stoljeća, a jedna od njih je nedavno obnovljena i pretvorena u pivnicu koja se zova Štefanijino šetalište. Ova ulica (danas ulica kneza Branimira) nekada se zvala Štefanijino šetalište. Zanimljivo, zar ne? Nisam nikada razmišljala o ovoj ulici kao o nekoj povijesnoj znamenitosti, ali ona to zapravo jest.


skirt/suknja: vintage, blouse/ bluza: terra nova, bag/torba: vintage, shoes/ cipele: peko

skirt/suknja: vintage, blouse/ bluza: terra nova, bag/torba: vintage, shoes/ cipele: peko

nedjelja, 28. lipnja 2015.

etno selo (treći dio)/ ethno village (part 3)

 This is my last post from the ethno village ( I promise:)). I won't take much of you time today. Have a great Sunday!

 Ovo je zadnja objava iz etno sela (obećavam:)). Danas vam neću oduzimati puno vremena. Uživajte u nedjelji!

subota, 27. lipnja 2015.

Life lately (3 outfits, 3 dishes) /Život u zadnje vrijeme ( tri obroka, tri odjevne kombinacije)

My favourite time of the day is when I prepare lunch. Often I feel that is the only time I really have for myself, a short break from life that is to be welcomed with open hands...On the other hand, I might  just be  such a foodie. I can never get bored of cooking and baking cakes.

Moj najdraži dio dana je pripremanje ručka. Često imam osjećaj da je to jedino vrijeme koje zaista imam za sebe, kratki predah od života koji je više nego dobro došao...a naravno možda se jednostavno radi o tome da jako volim jesti. Nikad mi ne može dosaditi kuhanje i pečenje kolača.

typical vegeterian lunch/ tipičan vegetarijanski ručak

cheese, eggs, carrots, zucchini and spices/ sir, jaja, mrkva, tikvice i začini

Wearing tights for the first day of Summer...chilly wind made me do it! / Debele najlonke za prvi dan ljeta....kriv je hladan vjetar

OOTD/ necklace: diy, cardi and dress: no name, shoes: naughty monkey, bag: vintage

svaki dan je dobar dan za pravljenje kolača (običan kolač s kakaom i karmeliziranim preljevom)

every day is a good day for baking (cocoa cake with caramel on top)

DIY floral necklace worn as head decoration / ogrlicu koju sam napravila nosim kao ukras za kosu

Floral dress I wore to a wedding/  Haljina cvjetnog uzorka koju sam nosila na vjenčanje
Dress: moda in, bag: borsa+DIY, head decoration: DIY, heels: borsa

fight terrors of life with sweets /borba protiv terora života slatkim

new building, soon to be completed in Mostar/ nova zgrada skoro dovršena u Mostaru
OOTD: long cardi (vintage), pink dress (no name), shoes: Peko, bag (no name)

Have a lovely weekend everyone! Uživajte u vikendu!

srijeda, 24. lipnja 2015.

Inspired by..... / Nadahnuta s.......

Time for another "Inspired by" post. This is a regular feature on my blog where I post my illustrations of fashion bloggers. You can see some of my previous illustrations here, here , here and here.

Blogger illustrated today is +Tijana J. Dominguez 

Vrijeme za još jednu "Nadahnuta s" objavu ( inače redovita rubrika na mom blogu koja se sastoji od mojih ilustracija modnih blogerica)....Možete pogledati neke moje prošle ilustracije modnih blogerica ovdje, ovdje, ovdje i ovdje.

Danas ilustrirana blogerica je  +Tijana J. Dominguez 

inspired by......http://fashionabejita.blogspot.com/


ponedjeljak, 22. lipnja 2015.

etno selo (drugi dio) / ethno village (part 2)

Today I'll show you different ways to wear a scarf. If you always wanted to know how to style a semi turban (i.e. tie a scarf as a semi turban) you've come to the right place. 

Danas ću vam pokazati različite načine za nositi rubac (maramu). Ako ste uvijek htjeli znati kako vezati rubac (maramu) kao polu turban, došli ste na pravo mjesto.

step 1. take a scarf

korak 1. uzmite rubac/maramu

first I'll show you the usual way to tie a scarf

prvo uobičajen način za vezanje rubca/ marame

around the head and tucked in /oko glave, krajevi uvučeni

Now I'll explain the semi turban method/ sada objašnjavam kako vezati maramu u polu turban

semi turban - meet both ends at your forehead, cross them one around the other  and then tied them in the back - that's all there is to it/ polu turban- oba kraja dovedite do čela, unakrstite i zavežite nazad....to je sve.

I repeat: semi turban - meet both ends of the scarf at your forehead, cross them one around the other  and then tied them in the back 

Ponavljam: polu turban- oba kraja rubca/marame dovedite do čela, unakrstite i zavežite nazad.

in the end it should look like this

ovako treba na kraju izgledati

Have a nice day/ ugodan dan želim