dreams don't work unless you do?

It's almost 3am and I can't sleep. My brain won't stop thinking about hopes and dreams. I feel like I've stopped dreaming a while ago. I used to do that a lot, making plans and writing New Year's resolutions lists. This year I made none. I've recently met a friend that I haven't seen for almost 3 years and he randomly told me that I've changed a lot...that I don't smile that often anymore. I can't help but wonder...when did I stop dreaming...and smiling?

I keep thinking about that saying "Dreams don't work unless you do.". Is it? What if dreams do work even when we don't, when our brains have problems visualising the BIG dream. How do we know is OUR dream the one that is working?

Sometimes, amazing opportunities come across when you least expect it...and everyone around gets more excited than you do...and you keep hearing these sentences: "You would be crazy not to accept this chance."or "How many times do you think opportunities like this arise in one's life?" but what if the dream in front of you was never yours? What do you do then? Do you take it or leave it?

While my brain is stuck on certain dreams and expectations, my heart keeps telling me: "Embrace the unknown!". Maybe we're supposed to find ourselves in places we've never thought of so we can discover our own dreams. In the end, you never know where hope hides.

I casually found it just across the wall of the Cafe I am working at to save up for what I still ask myself if it is the "BIG" dream.

the naked truth about soup.

You might think I have a biannual blog and I can't blame you as I make my presence felt once a season, during summer and fall. I have quite a few university projects going on at the moment...I'm making a garment inspired by WW1, and working on a promotional package for a creative brief on Diversity. Also, I am starting to apply for internships, as the beginning of my placement year within the fashion industry gets closer and closer. Honestly, sometimes I feel like things happen or need to happen so fast that I forget what day is, what month and sometimes even what year...There's only Now.

Even so, from time to time, I take care of myself, like a caring mother and I make soup. Yeah, you read right, I said soup.

Since I had the most amazing "naked" soup in Glasgow, I couldn't stop thinking of a creamy carrot soup...so I asked my lovely landlord to buy me a blender and I said that I'll folow Jamie Oliver's recipe and give it a try. I ended up by mixing various recipes and in the end none. And the result was magnifiqué!

Creamy carrot, sweet potato and orange soup:

I bet you know the excitement and delight of a new discovery, well after cooking this, I wanted more so I thought of this:

Broccoli and cauliflower cream soup

Still, I realised there's only one soup I could never get bored of and that's chicken and home made noodles soup.I will keep in my heart forever that taste and smell from my childhood, when my grandma was cooking chicken soup and cutting the home made egg noodles. I miss those days, and I miss her.

I bought egg noodles, chicken, flavours and all that jazz, but even so....I think it will never have the same taste.

At least, no matter how I make it, I know that I will always do something like her, cook with love. And that's why soup makes me so happy.

Rule 19th on the poster on my wall says "Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.".

 Dalai Lama really knew what he was saying.

Put your sack on!

 

Sometimes we try to delay things. We delay them so much that in the end we do not even realise how the time had passed. That's what happened to myself, to my blog.

Maybe moving to England was a bigger step than I expected, or maybe I was focusing too much on "the other things", but I must confess that the absence of blogging made me realise that having a blog, keeps you aware of who you are emotionally, artistically, or whatever. A blog is a creative diary, an evidence of your thoughts, feelings and dreams. Sometimes, I like to look back at when it all started and see how much I have grown. I regret that in the last months I have done so many wonderful things that I didn't share with you. 

But, here I am again, hope you missed me, cause I did miss you.

Ever since I was a little girl, my sister always told me that whatever I wear I'm beautiful, and I still don't believe her, haha. Yet, she's my sister and she loves me, probably that's why she says that I could even wear a sack and still look wonderful, and so came the inspiration for this dress.

On a summer day, it's the only thing I would want to put on me. A loose dress in which I can move freely. 

Usually,  it's almost impossible for me to give up on the things I create, but being a designer it's all about that, isn't it?! So, there you go.

blue leather necklace - 30 lei

sack dress - 70 lei 

                                                                    Kisses, 

                                                                             Rox.