Très Chic May

Hello God!

Thank You for May! The inebriating scent of a bunch of lily of the valley in my hands is taking my head away to somewhere where I am in Dior dress with Van Cleef and Arpels jewellery. Vogue‘s model I am now!

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May is beautiful, May is très chic!

Chic is a French word, “Très Chic” literally means”very stylish”.  French style is to embody elegance and minimalism – Less is more. As Leonard de Vinci said – “Simplicity is supreme sophistication”.

For me elegant Lily of the Valley is reflection of the supreme sophistication.Le Miguet

The scientific name for Lily of the Valley is, “Majalis” or “Mails” which means “belonging to May”. The flower also has many formal names like May Lily, May bells, Ladder-to-heaven and Male Lily. It is called “Muguet” in French.

The delicate green sprigs in emeralds capped with tiny white brilliant bells this brooch by Van Cleef and Arpels is, mmmm let me find the words, très chic!May Dior.jpg

 

Lily of the valley was Cristian Dior’s lucky flower. “Superstitious and attentive, he slipped a sprig of the delicate dried flower into the hem of every one of his haute couture models, and always kept it with him. In his jacket pocket he kept a finely crafted reliquary containing his beloved flower” – I am reading in the story of Dior.

This dress “Muguet” (Lily of the Valley) is from haute couture Spring-Summer 1957.

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Christian Dior knew how to express delicacy and femaleness in his dresses. French très chic looks effortlessly but with sense of intrigue. Woman is in beautiful dress Lily of Valley, what else can be soooo French!

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Lily of the Valley brings luck and signifies the return of happiness.

Tender fairy with charm – butterfly  on this watch by Van Cleef and Arpels,  you see it is without figures, promises to us very happy and très chic May.

“Happiness is the secret to all beauty. There is no beauty without happiness,” said Christian Dior.  Dior dress with Van Cleef and Arpels jewellery is just a dream I was blessed by a simple flower, lily of the valley.

I am happy to feel your smiling eyes, I am happy to share this moment with you. We are beautiful, endlessly beautiful.

 

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Spring Waltz

Hello God!

Thank You for Spring. “The World is very old; but every Spring it grows young again…” We are all young and lucky to live and feel the Joy of Spring!

Let’s celebrate the season of new hope and of new beginning! I have chosen some dresses by the House of Dior, of course, because who has doubts in that Dior created Woman? We are going to whirl in a waltz by brilliant Johann Strauss in a beautiful dresses. And a happy Voice of Spring is really sweet and promising!

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The lark rises into the blue,
the mellow wind mildly blowing;
his lovely mild breath revives
and kisses the field, the meadow.

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Spring in all its splendour rises,
ah, all hardship is over,
sorrow becomes milder,
good expectations,
the belief in happiness returns;
sunshine, you warm us,
ah, all is laughing, oh,oh awakes!

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A fountain of songs is rising,
who has been silent for too long;
from the brush sounds clear and light
the sweet voice again!

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Ah, gently the nightingale lets
stream the first notes,
so as not to disturb the queen;
hush, all you other singers!

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More powerful soon chimes her sweet voice.
Oh, soon, oh, oh soon!
Ah……..

Spring Waltz is in air, dance it with me and enjoy the beating of our heart! I love your eyes with sparkling blue and green vibrations synchronised with the rhythm of the music. We are whirling in waltz…

Thank You for dance and inspiration and have a happy Spring!

Christmas Arabesque

Hello God!

Thank You for Christmas!

As Today’s present, please accept my fresh-created Arabesque with wonderful pictures generously spiced by my heart’s rays and soul’s smiles.

Winter

Beautiful Angel of Winter

In her best snowstorm lace dress

Lining by glistering pearls

Covers a trees by a shimmering shawl.

The First Angel

Christmas Angel by His wings is

Drawing a pictures of frosty patterns –

Windows are His tender eyes

We are reflecting in.

Playing with Angels

Bright stars smile to children

Playing with angels at Today’s golden morning

Snow Man from brilliant snowflakes

Is happily smiling arising.

Happy Parade

Snow Parade of White Peace is

Marching by Spirit of Joy.

Angel of Christmas are leading

With sun sounds of His trumpet.

Make a wish

Make a Wish with a taste of snowflakes

Miraculous dance of Universe atoms

You are feeling… Light is inside You,

Christmas Angel loves You.

May your life be colorful magnificent, shimmering and joyful, as the magic of Christmas spreads on you Merry Christmas! Hug You with tenderness and warmness my entire being can produce.

Three Sisters

Hello God!

Thank You for today. Often we think that it is just another day in our life. You know what? It is not just another day: it is the day that is given to us.

Today is Thanksgiving. Every language in the world has a way of saying “thank you”. In English the Latin root of the word “gratitude” is “grate” or “gratis” – a given gift – and from this same root we get our word “grace”, which means a gift freely given.

We all are gifted by Today. Three miraculous minutes of gratitude are visiting us to remind that we are engaged in a Miracle which we do not even recognise.

I have read in one book that a state of gratitude is the door to which all of the other beautiful aspects of consciousness begin to flower. When we project gratitude and thankfulness from the core of our being we are powerfully affirming and raising the value of our life and every life we contact with.

Just three minutes in a day for gratitude three sisters on the painting “Rice Harvest” by Hermel Alejandre ask to open the gate to Miracle we recognise.

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Three minutes are sisters
Their beauty gives wings
To fly in blue Skye
of each other’s eyes.

The first sister is morning Aurora
She celebrates your breathing
Heart’s beating and opening your eyes.
Your body is alive today
Say “Thank You” for awakening!

The second sister is daylight Anora
Her beauty in a dance of seasons
She is in joyful Fa major of summer
She is in sweet November si minor.
Say “Thank You” for this day!

The third is sparkling star Alzubra
Her beauty is in mystic night
She wears a velvet coat
You are embroidering by silk of your dreams
Say “Thank You” for your calm night!

I think Edvard Grieg in the first piece of his “Peer Gynt” suite shares his gratitude in the perfect way.

Thank You for sharing Your Light and Happy Thanksgiving!

 

 

 

Margarita, The Ship

Hello God!

Thank You for today! Today is the significant day. 6 years ago I received a tiny ship named by Margarita from an angel’s hands in a white robe.

It happened at 9.45 am in the morning. Under epidural anaesthesia through bright light of medical lamp or it was sun light or the sum of the whole light of the Universe I had seen my daughter at the first time.

The song of the first cry of my child was breathtaking and indescribably beautiful. The orchestra of new life was playing Magnificat in C-Dur and I remember the Solo Soprano voice of Angel Anastasia: “Good morning! I am a neonatologist. Everything is all right with your child. My congratulations!”

Michael Cheval, the artist, illustrates on the paintings “On the Way of Destiny” my today’s thoughts.

Margarita, The Ship

The happiest moment of my life is

When I became a mother.

I have received a tiny ship

Named by Margarita from angel’s hands

In white-white robe.

My single aim is to deliver her to the Ocean…

The orchestra plays magnificent Magnificat in C-Dur by Telemann. Do you hear the first inspiration of a new life?

We love and enjoy our beautiful Way of Destiny. Happy Birthday, Margarita!

Thank You for this possibility to share our Way. Have a happy day!

Miss Melancholetta

Hello God!

Thank You for Miss Melancholetta! The saddest girl in the world was my company for last two weeks.

First week in her hugs was wonderful. We were walking without an umbrellas under spring rain and listening Chopin’s preludes. The most relevant to our mood was Prelude No.15 known as the “Raindrop” prelude. I even had found my old sheets of the Prelude and played it to my guest Miss Melancholetta. As for me the piece is difficult, lasting between five and seven minutes, this is the longest of the preludes and a pianist has to be in balanced condition as in balancing asanas in yoga practice. Balancing mood especially in my gust’s company is not my strong side.

We were declaiming a poems, of course, and because we are girls, about love for whole week. Our favourite is Love by Pablo Neruda:

Rose

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

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Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreparable harm.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

“Oh, love! It’s so sweet, but it’s so painful, Melodramatic mood is my specialisation!” Melancholetta said when we were drying each other’s tears. A tears as raindrops… Chopin knows.

Second week with my guest was look like I was trapped. Miss Melancholetta were desperately inviting me to her old grandmother Madam Depression. I could not allow her to deliver me to Madam Depression (due to it is really, really expensive) and we made an agreement: I write a post about her and I am free.

So I am free now. Thank you, Miss Melancholetta for your sweet company. I am really grateful for your visit.

When you feel sad, please, know Miss Melancholetta has visited you. Enjoy her company for a while but do not let her to introduce you with Madam. You know who she is.

Have a happy weekend!

Snegurochka

Hello God!

Thank You for this winter and beautiful Monday. I with my daughter have stayed at home today due to frozen and cold weather. So having a happy possibility to read to my child a wonderful Russian fairy tale is a great pleasure I would like to share with you.Snow

To understand who and how the main hero of tonight’s fairy tale looks like I have found a fantastically beautiful photos by Olga Valeska. The fairy tale is “Snegurochka” or (the Snow Maiden in English).

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Once upon a time there lived a woodcutter and his old wife. The wood cutter and his wife were both kind and hardworking but they were also sad and lonely, for they were childless and there was no-one to care for them or to help them through the cold winter.

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The couple made a girl out of snow. A miracle happened in the form of a snow sculpture who came alive to be their daughter they never had. She bought lot of joy to the households though did not had a long life. They called her Snegurochka.

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Once, she went to woods along with few village children and when it got dark, they made a fire and the girls started playing by jumping over the flames. When Snegurochka jumped, she got melted and turned herself into a white cloud…

So Snegurochka melted away, her spirit was caught by Ded Moroz (Father Frost).

My daughter is 5 y.o. and this fairy tale is for children. I promise to tell you a love story of Snegurochka and Lel soon. Love triangle is in the story. Are you intrigued?

Thank you for reading and have a beautiful week!