Collecting beautiful objects » gifts

‘Long cat is love, short cat is shower’

Monika — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 10:47:30 +0000

Friendship bracelet

Monika — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 08:00:56 +0000

Weekend inspirations

Monika — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 11:02:04 +0000

Some photos of my recent summer sewing project.

Photo A Day: Week Twenty Four

Monika — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 13:07:50 +0000

Monday: Washing Inc.

Tuesday: Treasure box

Wednesday: Tension

Thursday: In another Wonderland

Friday: The smell of clarity

Saturday: Golden reflections

Sunday: Very cherry

Misaki-chan’s dragonfly box

Monika — Fri, 13 May 2011 17:26:09 +0000

I have a dear friend who has this passion of creating wonderful tabletop games. This is just a little gift for him to keep his work in.

In the falling snow

Monika — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 19:20:51 +0000

Now the snow
lies on the ground
and more snow
is descending upon it —
Patches of red dirt
hold together
the old
snow patches

This is winter —
rosettes of
leather-green leaves
by the old fence
and bare trees
marking the sky —

This is winter
winter, winter
leather-green leaves
spearshaped
in the falling snow

(William Carlos Williams)

I’ve decided it’s time to catch up.

I really love this season – all the snow makes me go crazy, makes me wanna sing “it’s winter winter winter…” (it’s my favourite winter song no one knows about) again and again.

And here is a small part of this year’s Christmas presents:

Sending warmth to everyone ♡

You’re chasing Dragonflies at play

Monika — Sun, 31 Oct 2010 10:58:54 +0000

This is for jul*

And for the rest of you: yes, I’m still alive, just busy as hell ,)

Hope to get back in here in a month or so.

They came from the dark forest

Monika — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 20:30:48 +0000

African flower. Elven unicorn

Monika — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 23:04:14 +0000

Southern Comfort

Monika — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 17:40:06 +0000

Sometimes it happens so that one of our friends goes far far away. What do we do at times like this? We give him a notebook and a few envelopes with our addresses and hope that he will write us letters.

Bye bye, Ignas, we’ll miss you.