Frydlant Castle

Frydland Castle
Frydland Castle

Visiting Frydlant castle was a quite charming experience. Beautifully situated, surrounded by high walls and old trees. Standing in a stunning rural surrounding.

Outside was as charming as the inside (but you can take photos only outside!) I think we didn’t visit even half of the castle, yet it was enough. Believe me, you can get really tired by walking slowly even through part of the rooms. I can imagine that those types of places are “usually” huge. Living in such castle had to be kind of difficult thing, even just taking the distances into consideration. On the other hand, I assume it was difficult mostly for the help, and not the privileged owners.

I have to admit, that I take a strange pleasure to look at those decorated old interiors. Filled with beautiful furniture (sometimes quite strange looking) and charming decorations. I always try to realize that there were real people living there in the past. That portraits which hang on the walls are not only pretty pictures but they presenting real people, long gone now. I was never interested in them, as they usually picture strange-looking old guys in out-of-date clothes. But just imagine, how fun would it be if they would be your family. Looking at the paintings and seeing uncle Fredrik here, auntie Katerina there… Visiting old castles is like going back to the past, just for an hour or two. 

Frydlant Castle is a beautiful place, a place with a rich history, so definitely a great place to visit if you have few hours to spend while driving nearby.

Frydland Castle

stubborn enough?

I’ve took this photo some time ago and it’s just been on my desktop computer waiting. I didn’t have any big use for it, but I couldn’t just make myself throw it out.  So here it is. A picture of a little beauty. Found its homein a forgotten place but then maybe there will be someone stubborn enuugh to find it out. Or maybe not. 

I spent my free time lately reading some old classics which I think noone reads now (although everyone knows about them, and I’m not talking about Mrs Dalloway;). And the most funny thing is that they are really great books. And they are there waiting for someone curious enough to start reading. I wonder how many of such people are still out there… Curious, stubborn or determined to go a little further  than  everyone else.

My difficult relationship with Mrs Dalloway

difficult relationship with Mrs Dalloway

My difficult relationship with Mrs Dalloway had few stages.

Few years ago I bought myself a copy of Mrs Dalloway (in English) and I got stuck. I honestly I couldn’t go further than dozen pages because I had to translate so many of the words. Because I somehow knew that in this book every word matters.

Unfortunately I took me few years to get myself a polish copy of the book. I wanted to read it. But I wasn’t crazy about it. I’ve seen the movies based on Woolf’s life ad Woolf’s art and to be true I wanted to read it because it seems like I should. Only that. But then, I read “Room’s of its own” and my affair with Virginia Woolf got a bit more serious. I got intrigued not only by the “fame” of the books but by the author. By what she wanted to say.

I remember doing some research and listening a podcast about her. There was this story told by her nephew. He was little boy when he knew Virginia and he was talking about how curious she was about every detail of his life. Every second. When he was coming to visit, she was asking how he spent the morning and the asking more. And more. And even more…

I don’t remember the title of the podcast, but this story told by the old voice of Virginia’s nephew made a lasting impression. Because I could see it in Mrs. Dalloway. The gracious and beautiful attention. Because every word matters. This is why I couldn’t go further than dozen words while reading the original version.

I’m really happy that I finally read Mrs Dalloway. Mostly because it has so much in it. Even though, book is limited by the number of pages, there are no limitations in discovering and rediscovering the beauty and nostalgia of it. And of this passionate need to discover life…

Not today.

I don’t have much time to make jewelry lately but when I do, I try to make it outside. In my small garden. It is surrounded by buildigs but it is still a garden filled with life. There is a colony of snails, small lavender plants trying to grow and those strange flowers without names. I tell myself that I have to discover them one day . But not today. I have a feeling that not knowing is sometimes a good thing.

I had this amazing idea that I would…

physis earrings
Black Onyx Earrings

I had this amazing idea that I would regularly create a blog post about so many great topics. Jewelry of course, but also snapshots of everyday life, maybe some information about gemstone I use. I wanted to create captivating reviews or maybe just share an opinion about books I’ve read. Maybe books I want to read. All those great ideas met reality. When I write something here once per month, it’s a good score. 

But there are dreams and there is reality. I guess everyday tasks, day job, and creating jewelry in the meantime don’t leave much time for other things. And I need time to read books too! I still struggle with time management but I guess who doesn’t.  So this amazing idea turned out to be quite difficult to realize. Well, maybe one day I will write post about how manage time effectivly!

So while I’m here I decided to show you two pair of earrings. During the last few months, I’ve made more earrings than usual and it was fun. I even tried to make some which I guess I could call a mini-series. There is this idea (again!) to create pieces inspired by particular themes or topics, but for now, I just need to make place for such idea! So while running a clearance sale on etsy I put here these two pairs. The “theme” was rather simple. I was looking for an unusual shape for earrings. And something like that showed up under my fingers. I hope you like it!  And of course, you can find them here, in my shop. The black pair is also listed on Etsy!

I want to remember this little daisy and the beauty…

little daisy

 

 

 

I want to remember this little daisy and the beauty of all those flowers I met. But I can’t. Memory is sometimes so weak and unreliable.  And the beauty is fragile too. It passes so quickly. So I couldn’t resist memorising this little daisy which I got yesterday from my love. He made me smile. This little daisy made me smile too.  And I hope it will make you do the same 🙂

It’s good to stop

 

It is good to stop. To not only look around but to look up (or down;). Spring is here and I can smell this scent of fresh life in the air. I love this time of the year because it is so  ephemeral. I can never get used to it, because it passes so quickly. White trees and colorful flowers, this juicy fresh green, and deep blue cloudless sky… I guess only sky is there for ever. 

First time in my life I have a small garden of my own. It’s not truly mine, it belongs to appartament which I rent, but still! It’s a strange feeling, because suddenly I don’ know what to do with it except of photographing it.  There are so many flowers and plants and bunch of other stuff. I have no idea how  they are called and how to take care of them. And which are good and which are not. It’s bit overwhelming. And it is beautiful too 🙂 ! I know now how much I don’t know. So i stop. I breath. I take photos.  I look around and I go on.