What to do when you're jet-lagged?

12 August 2014

... there were a lot of first times during our trip to Indonesia. 

The first long haul flight, first time outside of Europe, first broken suitcase, first jet lag. 

When we came back I woke up at 3 am and couldn't go back to sleep. I made a cup of tea in our cold and quietly eerie kitchen and sorted through the letters which accumulated over the past three weeks. I caught up with the news, having carefully avoided it while on the other side of the planet for the fear of feeling too far away from home to cope. 

4 am slowly appeared on my red alarm clock so I made a thermal mug of sweet tea, packed left over chocolates and I woke up J to watch the sunrise. It's been on my bucket list of things to do before we leave Edinburgh for good. 

We weren't the only ones on the Calton Hill. There was a cute (and very drunk) couple who decided to see the sunrise after a night of partying. She kept forgetting his name was George not Jerry. He was very fond of her, I could tell. 

We settled on the top of the hill and looked over the Firth of Forth in silence, the sky changing from grey to blue to orange and pink. The same sky that's hovering over the rice fields and seaweed farms in Indonesia. I sipped the sweet tea, J took some pictures. 

An ambulance sounded in the distance. I imagined fellow Edinburghers still in their beds, quietly breathing, allowed to dream for another hour or two.The sun rose and it was time to go back. 

most pictures taken by J. 

PS. How are you? It's been ages since I've written anything here. I'm currently in Warsaw doing my elective on a neonatal ward in one of the hospitals. I'll write about Bali and Indonesia soon... 

4 years ago

26 June 2014

 It was a perfect summer day. We felt so lucky.
4 years on, it's a perfect summer day, I feel even more lucky. 

Perfect frame

11 April 2014

Before going to Capri last summer, I imagined the perfect picture I would like to take. It was a beach full of people scattered here and there with a handful of people swimming in the sea. All seen from a cliff high above, beach-goes the size of ants, with colourful umbrellas dotting the white sand. Very vogue, you get the idea. Of course photography rarely works that way, and my case was lost from the very beginning as there are no sandy beaches in Capri. I was determined to look for opportunities to take a perfect frame, capture the moment I'd like to put up on a wall and remember what it was like being on this gorgeous island.

My perfect frame is not what I thought it would be. We went for drinks to one of the bars near Gradola beach (read rock shelf with a ladder). The sun was setting in the background and we enjoyed a few drinks and munching on pistachios. We laughed a lot because I got tipsy quite quickly as it was still before dinner and we usually skipped lunch in favour of gelato.

When it was time to go, we walked back up the steep steps to the bus stop and I spotted a lifeguard's red boat anchored near the rocks where we were sitting. It looked perfect on the background of dark blue sea and a faint silhouette of Ischia island on the horizon. I changed my camera settings to RAW and took the picture above.

When I look at it I remember the warm breeze from the sea, how content we were after a strong drink and with a prospect of a tasty dinner in one of the small Capri restaurants. Often the perfect frame is not the one you paint with your imagination, but one that finds you when you least expect it. (please excuse the cheesiness...)

Weekend in pictures

6 April 2014

^^J's breakfast

 ^^my breakfast

How was your weekend? Mine was very quiet... I guess that's what I needed. I'm on a psychiatry placement now (more on that later), which has been very interesting so far but by Friday I'm usually drained and ready for two days of not doing very much.

On Saturday I read my new issue of the Cereal magazine and tested a new bread recipe. Today we went to church and to Brew Lab for some good coffee and spent the afternoon watching "The first position" - a fascinating documentary following young ballet dancers preparing for the Youth America Grand Prix in New York City (it's available on Netflix now if you fancy watching it).

Anyway, I hope you had a relaxing weekend and here are some posts from around the web I enjoyed reading this week:

A tumblr that will always make you laugh.
The most honest blog about motherhood I've ever read.
A beautiful and candid post on loss and hope. 
Have you been to Marsille? Me neither, but we can go for a night walk in Marsille thanks to Google Maps.
This post makes me want to go to Marocco. I love the mountains and colors.
If you've ever freelanced as a graphic or web designer I'm sure you'll agree that this video is too true.  


Marta Maruszczyk aka PULPA // Designer Spotlight

5 April 2014

Welcome to a new series on my blog, in which I will be featuring up and coming designers.

Both me and J love good design. Recently I decided to follow the trends (add a prefix slow to anything and you're bang on trend these days) and to choose the items I buy more carefully. I want to be mindful of the choices I make in my day to day life and their impact on the planet/people's lives. I hope the days when I shopped in Primark are gone and that I will be able to support small producers and designers. Of course this is usually more expensive, but can also just mean a change of mindset and shopping only when necessary.

Today, I'd like to introduce you to Marta Maruszczyk- a young Polish designer behind a female fashion brand PULPA. She describes her brand as "Feminine Streetstyle" and uses neutral colours and beautiful fabrics in her work (all of the clothes by PULPA are handmade by Marta in her small flat/studio).

Jakub discovered PULPA via an interview blog called Soft & Slow (see I told you, 2014 may as well be renamed "slow"), where Marta talked about her inspirations and her home in Wroclaw.

I love PULPA and her dresses; they are very comfortable, made from beautiful fabrics and surprisingly affordable (prices vary from £30-50). I have this and this dress and if I could, I would wear them all the time.

Wearing clothes which are made from start to finish by the designer herself is a rare occurrence today, I'd never thought I'd be able to afford it before discovering PULPA.

So, what do you think? Do you know any new fashion designers you'd like to share?

Here is a link to PULPA online shop
and facebook page . Shipping from Poland took about 3 working days and cost around £5.

PS. Obviously this is not a sponsored post. All pictures copyright belong to PULPA.