Fragrant like the moon, white as the jasmine, cool like moonlight

After the publication of my previous post and several photos in different pin-up and rockabilly communities on Facebook, I keep getting the admiring comments and questions about my dress. So I have decided that it's certainly worthy of an individual review. This gorgeous dress is produced by  "Lady Mayra" brand. High-quality tailoring and soft cotton make it an ideal choice for summer heat. Skirt is wide flared and looks flawless with petticoat or without it. Print on fabric is just perfect! As for the size: I'm wearing size M. I've been  chosing between S and M, because my measurements are in between sizes. But in the end I decided that it will be better if the dress is a little more freely in the waist than when it tighten my chest. I was not wrong! So please, girls with a beautiful bust and slim waist pay attention to it! I must say that when I put on this dress, I feel incredibly feminine and comfy. Every vintage girl should have in her wardrobe such outfit, that fills her heart with spring chirping of birds and the aroma of blooming flowers. 

Baby let me be your Valentine

Cuties, I wish you the brightest feelings on Valentine's Day! Spend it together with your loved ones, no matter whether it is your soul mates, friends or relatives. The world needs more love from our hearts than ever. And I give you my heart and thank you for the support you give to me always! <3

Isn't it too dreamy?

Too much noir-jazz in recent days. Its sweet sounds envelop my body and caress my hearing like a dense and sweet honey. I plunge in the atmosphere inspired by David Lynch's masterpieces, where can be heard angelic voice of Julee Cruise. Somewhere on the edge between reality and fantasy heavy curtains of red velvet  rustle on the floor and anxious and astringent saxophone from penetrating melodies of Angelo Badalamenti makes me move smoothly into its rhythm. I enjoy gloomy detectives from 50s, where even murders are full of luxury and elegance, and each lady's outfit is able to pierce a man's heart better than the sharpest dagger. I like trying on my vintage boa. It is so easy to imagine myself a fatal poisoner descended from another noir movie. 

Zooropa

On the winter vacations, I drove my way through all Baltic countries to the heart of Europe - a magnificent Gothic Prague. Endless snow-covered fields and forests of Latvia and Lithuania fascinated me with its fabulous views. But most of all I was filled by Polish landscapes. Small towns with ancient houses, cathedrals aspiring to the heights, steep streets, white hills on the horizon - all that will remain forever in my heart. I hope I will have the opportunity to ride in a car through this wonderful country, stopping at every wonderful place, attracting my eye. In early childhood I have been to Warsaw, but now I was able to refresh my memory. Reconstruction of this amazing city is a real feat. Each stone pavement and every piece of tile has been recreated here with an incredible love that literally lights up the streets. Unfortunately there was a heavy frost in Warsaw, and I was not able to enjoy views of the city sufficiently. But Prague met us with beautiful snowfall. St. Vitus Cathedral and Charles Bridge looked like Christmas toys in this weather. All day long we've been wandering through my beloved Prague, and in the evenings chilling in the best bar in the world - "Absintherie". This is a place with inexpressible atmosphere of decadence. While drinking Absinthe, the portraits of Baudelaire and Verlaine look down at you from the walls and you hear the sounds of the piano. Having accustomed to Prague we took a trip to Sedlec Ossuary. Visit it was my old dream. Millions of bones forming candelabra, chandeliers and other decorations of the church are incredibly impressive. You can walk here for a long time looking at the finest details of Ars moriendi. On the last day in Prague the sun was shining bright and the weather was just sweet. It was madly sorry to leave the beautiful heart of Europe, but Prague gave me her wonders beyond measure, and I'm still full of inspiration.

(Warsaw)

Unwrapped gifts

My beloved had never mistaken in choosing a gift to me. For Christmas I got addition to my collection of fragrances from the DFL. At this time "Сinnamon bun"! Needless to say that the smell of cinnamon is one of my most favorite, besides it matches with the spirit of Christmas perfectly. This scent in the line of DFL is more complex and multifaceted than usually. It's not just the monotonous smell of cinnamon, but a whole symphony of flavors. And the result of it is delicious. Excellent flavor for the winter! A drop of Christmas, a piece of gingerbread, fragrant glogg and joyful mood - you'll breathe it all together with "Cinnamon bun"!

Jingle Bell Rock

 

*Kiss me under the mistletoe!*

Dear friends! I wish you a magical Christmas and Happy New Year! May all your wishes come true, and happiness, beauty and peace reign around! Love you! Thank you for your support this year!

Morning glow

Unfortunately, due to various reasons we haven't been able to see the snowy peaks of the Himalayas during our trekking. Therefore, after returning to Pokhara we began to think how to implement it, because to leave Nepal without seeing any eightthousanders would be unforgivable. Finally we were told that with a grain of luck we will be able to see them at dawn from Sarangkot hill near the town. Waking up at 4 am we hastily gathered and jumped on our scooter. Rushing by Nepalese roads and bouncing over the potholes, we caught the fresh morning air and overtook first sleepy passersby. Way to Sarangkot looped through living quarters at first, and then turned into a serpentine winding around the hill. It was one of the most exciting and thrilling adventures. Finally we got to the end of the asphalt track near the top. Walking up the stairs past the unfinished Hindu temple and a number of small shops we came to the viewing platform. Panorama appeared before our eyes was worthy of the best artist's brush. Pokhara was like a sleeping beauty, shrouded in clouds. The morning mist still swirled over her, covering the town like a spider web. And behind us unfolded even more fantastic spectacle. Far ahead have beed rising inhumanly beautiful giants, covered with eternal ice and snow. Annapurna and Machapuchare or Fish tail. Their greatness and glory is breathtaking. We were lucky to be with this beauty alone. Only the rays of the rising sun warmed us and illuminated the blue mountain peaks. We stood looking at this miracle about an hour, trying to remember and take with us every piece of this peerless mosaic. What a happiness it must be to wake up every morning and see such a landscape outside the window! When we finally tore our views of the mountains, the sun was already fairly high in the sky. We went downstairs and ordered a masala in the nearest outdoor cafe. Life begins to rage around us. Children were going to school, women preparing food. And we were looking in the cups with fragrant tea and smiling. Eternity touched our souls and it's trace will always remain there...