And to prove that, wear a dress like this today. ************* Ja selle tõestuseks kanna just täna üht erilist suvist kleiti.
So, I haven’t heard from you for a while. Oh, oops, it was me who had to update you! Sorry…. The thing is, I left you off at the moment when my two guys were standing in my doorway. A tough cookie. Had I really thought that I would get away from the point where… Continue reading The Diary of the Espresso Woman. Part 25.
I remember the time (years ago!) when I bought all my office outfits from Bastion, a fashion brand now belonging to the Baltika Group. International fashion brands weren’t mostly even represented in Estonia then. After tonight’s Baltika Group’s fashion show I can say that the brands belonging to this group are all representing fashion that… Continue reading Baltika Group fashion show presented the new collections. / Baltika Grupi moebrändid esitlesid uusi kollektsioone.
Uhh… How have you been? Me? I was sick, remember? Khmm. Sick of fear ’cause I didn’t know what to do with my two boyfriends. I managed to realize the first half of my plan. I successfully sent my ex (Let’s just still call him that, right? Until we know for sure what’s happening.) out… Continue reading The Diary of the Espresso Woman. Part 24.
If I say the word “web” to you, do you think about the internet first? But when did you last see a spider’s web? The real original version of the web. The masterpiece. Because that’s what it is. A work of wonder. You don’t even notice them. A spider’s web in the house has often… Continue reading The world wide web. / Võrratu, võimas võrk.
Potatoes, carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes – all from our own garden. Chanterelles foraged from the forest behind the house. And mojito made with homegrown mint. What’s not to like?! ********* Kartulid, porgandid, tomatid, kurgid – kõik oma aiast. Kukeseened korjatud maja tagant metsast. Isegi mohito sees olev münt on ise kasvatatud! Kas pühapäev saab veel parem… Continue reading Sunday brunch: chanterelle sauce and mojito. / Pühapäevane lõuna: kukeseenekaste ja mohito.
“Morning has broken… Like the first morning… ” Well, how should I put it now… Let’s just say that my ex spent the night in my apartment. I mean, where else should he have gone? He had flown all the way from London, for god’s sake ! Just give me a break! You say you… Continue reading The Diary of the Espresso Woman. Part 23.