september 4th

I absolutely adore late summer!
I wonder if growing older (or maturing, to put it nicely) changes our favorite seasons. But anyway—that’s not what I wanted to talk about today.

Something truly lovely happened to me. After successfully sorting out some incredibly important matters (for me, at least), I was leaving the SSC (a big shopping center), and as I stepped into the revolving doors, I ran into a well-groomed, older, elegant lady. She looked me over a bit suspiciously and then blurted out:
“First place goes to the beautiful lady.”
I was so caught off guard I only managed to shoot back:
“And right beside me on the podium—stands you.”
She smiled and walked away. So did I.

In my grubby jodhpurs, the ones Bon wiped her nose on. With her lovely-scented fur still clinging to my shirt and my worn-out riding boots flapping around.
By the way—I’m convinced those boots are the reason I can’t gallop properly. It’s 100% them. Obviously.

Next week, I’m heading to a trade fair in Łódź—can’t wait to sniff around, browse, and pick out the most wonderful, most beautiful, and comfiest fabrics for you, all stamped with my logo and a kiss from Bon.
It’s honestly hard to believe that in just three years I went from total nihilism to this barely-containable euphoria.
Bliss.

P.S. Lately I’ve been dreaming about the “Machiavellian Man from the Past.”
I guess these are the leftovers the brain throws out—like crab shells on a beach. Maybe.
But I’m here, now. And I really like it.
I’m learning that it’s worth it. Ugh—so sentimental—but I’m learning, and my brain is exploding from constantly stepping out of my comfort zone.

Alright—enough. The wild roses in my garden smell way too divine to think straight. They bring back memories of our sea and that row of roses lining the path to some—I can’t remember which—coastal town.
All charm and beauty, inviting you to a wild beach somewhere out there.

As you can see—I’m off searching for tiles for imaginary Portuguese townhouses, so I’ll leave it at that for today.