Hello, my fellow Monday lovers!
Can you feel that little spark? ✨ It’s Monday—a fresh start, another blank canvas!
This week, I’m diving into something I’m so excited to share with you: a new collab project with a fellow artist. Together, we’re bringing mushrooms to life in our art! 🍄
Just like mushrooms connect and nurture the forest underground, we’re creating a collection of pyrography, oil and watercolors that celebrates our own beautiful interconnections.
Isn’t it wonderful how we’re all woven into this big, intricate tapestry? Mondays are a great reminder of that—connecting us to a rhythm that’s new and familiar all at once.
So here’s to this Monday 🥂, to fresh collaborations, and to the invisible threads that tie us all together. Let's make today a celebration of connection and creativity!
How can you connect with someone you like/love today?
To drink: Ok, don’t laugh, don’t judge, but lately I’ve been getting headaches when I drink one of my favorites red wines. People says it’s because I’m 40 now…actually in a 33 days I’ll be 41. So I’ve suffering a bit. Now I’m trying whites and I do like them. This is not my final statement lol, because I’m a red wine person, but so far I’m liking the Chateau Ste Michelle Chardonnay. In case you have the age, and the interest.
To read: Or not to!!! I read Flowers in the Attic. Oh my God! It’s horrible!! I mean, the story is horrible, I like the way it’s written though. But geez! Hubby warned me that it was a sad story, and I didn’t get sad (well in one moment I did), but I got really angry! Lol. Please don’t have kids if you are not a million percent sure of loving them and take proper care of them! Anyway, I read there’s more of this story, I don’t think I’m gonna read those books. It was a telenovela for me.
To eat: Do you remember those cookies, those candies, that cereal you ate when you were a kid? I bought myself a little box of Barnum’s Animals Crackers and oh God, they taste like nothing lol, like not good, but also not bad haha, what I can say is that even though my taste changed I like them and they brought a smile to my face. What about trying some of those old snacks?
To do: I know it might sound weird for some of you, but as I don’t have the best memory I’m afraid of not remembering the colors, the lights, the beautiful moments and things I’ve seen. So I took photos of everything I love. So I’ve started an album on my phone, dedicated to my memories. Not for instagram or social media show off, but for me. And every time I visit that album it feels so sacred, so full of love and beauty and at the end I finish the visit to the album with a fluffy, content heart and the biggest smiles not just in my face but in my soul.