Another day of an old lady abroad. I’ve been living here for years, yet I write as if I just arrived in this country. I try to get my old bones moving every morning, but still – these days, once a month, are unchanging. It’s that one variable that always makes me feel… meh. Just like the rest of the women in the world. This morning I woke up determined to conquer Sunday, at least the way one conquers a new land. It’s already afternoon, and here I am, lying down. Lying down and whining....

Thursdays are now officially my sewing and garment construction days! The first lesson began with unleashing my inner creative self and...

Since we're talking about textiles, and this blog is about my love for quality and fabrics, I’m reminded of a certain moment at a...