But I

even more believe in the smalls, splash a cup after using it, plant a flower, cook a meal, 
clean in a park, clean ur hard drives, help, train ur smile in an elevator mirror. 
In doing things truly, not as the life fashion, just as the life itself.

So me and my adopted model (and friend, yes) Zsuzsi gave our small contribution to the world 
cleanup action Let's do it. All funny details by Zuzsi on her space. It was really fun.

Laundry shop goes Cinderella

transformation without The Fairy Godmother. 
With spontaneous magic of lovely people willing to play, great friends and cozy music. 
And with my friend Juliet being completely magical too.

(I work with ten male colleagues. Sometimes we joke that difference between men and women is that in everyday 
life men usually can handle just a few things well and women are able to handle plenty of them. Do you want to know the difference between Juliet and the other women?)

Into the

and back

In waves

The happiness of my dearest people makes me happy too.
These days she really is.

Neither in time

My mother has been the great cook all her life. The sort of 'less than five' kind. She has a subtle technique and stick-to-itiveness. And it has never failed. She makes the fluffiest almost only flour, sugar and butter baked goods. My experiments with Belgian chocolate, attempts at macaroons or cake decorating would never be able to beat that. And since the Belgian chocolate does the half of the work by itself, I don't find these to be some special skills at all.

Now she is getting to an age when a creativity need is sometimes overcame by feeling tired. Then she allows me to cook instead of her. It never comes out better than she would make it, but seeing her getting older makes me emotional. I made this one for this year Eid celebration at my parent's.

The plates on the photo we almost never use. But this time we did. They are complitelly 80ish. But I'm 80ish too. I was born after eight years of my parent's marriage which gave a lot of attention to my birth (by 80ish standards too with not so much photos involved). That's why there is a lot of 'when u were born' storries. 

So many times I've heard about my mother's uncle these plates were a gift from when I was born. And how he brought still warm spinach pie while my mother was still in a hospital. 

Most of the time my familly has overgrown 80ish esthetics, but certainly not the beautiful memories.
It gives me comfort in time passing. In my mom getting older too.
And makes me growing by all means. Because once I will be in somebody else's memories. Hopefully beautiful ones.

and

above all, good people. Preparing food, sun settling down, lights one by one, laughter

Summer

in the garden.

Devotion to

Last night, after another sunset and cake treat from my friend at Tabija, we ended in Rahatlook, a small coffee shop.
I love everything about this place being simple and beautiful, devoted to the idea of food and gestures made with love.

More than food, devotion is what makes it special. And this life too.
U can take away your own Rahatlook tin box of tea or sweets.
Coffee pots, tea kettles and all decorations are handmade with 
tiny floral details. All food is handmade too.
My personal favorite is juice made from rose petals.
It brings back my childhood memories of summers at Grandma's house. 
She had a beautiful rose garden, made the same juice and loved us with even more devotion.

(I wanted to take more photos, but they had a lot of work and I didn't want to be in the way)