❤

Ena lepa jesenska z mojo še lepšo mami. :)

Ujel naju je oči, uf, ja, v sedemdesetih!

One beautiful autumn photo with my even more beautiful mum. :)

Taken by my dad, phew, yes, in the seventies!

Želja po beleženju A documenting drive

Danes je krasen deževen dan, tak, ki pritiče lenobni nedelji. Zelo smo ga potrebovali, dež, najprej zemljica.

Tako kot sem sama potrebovala odklop od bloga. Nobenega posebnega razloga, zelo spontano. Preprosto nisem imela potrebne volje, ob tem ne čutila nikakršne skrbi, žalosti ali nelagodnosti, zato sem se temu kar prepustila, ker, ko se moja duša odloči počivati in se želijo moji možgani nastaviti na nekakšen »samo bodi« občutek, me preplavi neka taka posebna, redko prisotna sapica nagajive svobode privoščiti si ne podleči navdihu, oziroma bolje, ne začutiti želje z zabeleženjem povzdigniti ga na neko drugo stopnjo.

Dokaj neopisljiv občutek, pravzaprav, v resnici zelo prijeten, vsaj ker vem, da je, tako kot jih je bilo že mnogo pred njim, samo prehoden, in je pravzaprav posledica tistega, kar sem si rekla, ko sem začela pisati blog: nikoli na silo, vsi prispevki morajo biti nenarejeni, torej ustvarjeni s strastjo, tako ali drugačno. S tisto začinjeno željo po zabeleženju.

Za danes objavljam en star posnetek mene, ko fotografiram z enim od dobrih starih aparatov na film (v bistvu prvim mojim uradnim, Nikonom F60), ki ga je napravil Miro pred mnooogo leti v Piranu na novega leta dan. Ja, vem, grozna barva oblačila, no, vsaj moja omiljena barva ni, ampak zeblo me je in sem vzela podlogo Mirove jadralske jakne, veste, koga briga barva, ko si zaljubljen! :)

Še nekaj: danes mi je oči pokazal mojo tako-je-rekel prvo fotografijo (vse sorte moje-prve-fotografije sem že videla, ob katerih smo se smejali, te še nikoli). Ko jo dobim, jo pokažem. Ali pa morda ne. :)

It’s a lovely rainy day today, very suitable for a lazy Sunday. It was so needed, the rain, after long period of unbearably hot days.

Just like I needed a time off my blog. No special reason, very spontaneous, just had no proper will that is necessary to do it, felt no worry, sadness or discomfort about it and I decided to leave it that way, because when my soul decides to rest and my brain set to some kind of pleasant “just be” I feel that special naughty freedom of being indifferent to any inspiration, or better said, have no desire to elevate it to another level by documenting it.

Quite indescribable feeling, actually, very pleasant, really, since I know it’s just a transitional period like all the others were so far, and also something that I had said to myself when I started this blog: never force it, all posts must come smoothly and have to be created with one sort of passion. With that spicy documenting drive.

So I leave you today with an old photo of me capturing moments with one of the good old film cameras (first one officially mine in fact, Nikon F60) taken by Miro in Piran on a New Year’s Day many many years ago. Yes, I know, awful cloth colour, well, at least not my colour, but I was cold and I took the under layer of Miro’s sailing jacket, you see, who cares about the colour when you’re in love! :)

One thing more: today my dad showed me my he-said first photograph (I’ve already seen all sorts of my-first-photographs at which we laughed about, but never this one). When I get it I will show you. Or maybe not. :)

Modra in rdeča Blue and red

Tale je iz leta 2000, kjer sem skupaj s prijateljico.
Modro me je naličila sestra, fotografiral pa oči.
Veselo pustovanje! :)

This is from year 2000, where I’m together with my friend.
My blue make up is a work of my sister and the photo was taken by my dad.
Have a fun carnival Tuesday! :)

Preblisk iz osemdesetih Eighties flashback

Obožujem to pesem!

Ker se spominjam, da je bila to ena maminih najljubših v osemdesetih, in kako se takrat kar nismo in nismo mogle nagledati videa, me tri skupaj s sestro, kadarkoli se je zavrtel po televiziji.

To je za tvoj prihajajoči rojstni dan, mami! :)

[moj oči, navdušen ljubiteljski fotograf, je to sliko posnel še preden sta se poročila]

I love this song!

Because I remember how it was one of my mum’s favourites in eighties and how we three, together with my sister, we just couldn’t have enough of watching the video back then, whenever it started on tv.

This is for your upcoming birthday, mami! :)

[my dad, an enthusiastic photographer, had taken this picture of her before they were married]

Sem stara gospa I'm an old lady

Ker se v zadnjih dveh tretjinah svojega življenja nisem našemila niti polovico tolikokrat

kot v prvi tretjini, vam na pustno soboto pokažem

raje eno iz tistega, bolj zagretega obdobja;

In the last two thirds of my life I disguised myself less than half as many times

as I did in the first third. So on this Carnival Saturday I rather show you

one photo from that, more enthusiastic era:

Stara sem bila okoli 10 let, nališpala in stilsko opremila me je mami. Njen je tudi plet, ki pa mi ga je pred nekaj leti dala in ga nosim z velikim veseljem.
Klobuk je babičin, lasulja sposojena, fotografiral pa me je oči, ki mi je naredil tudi to lepo pahljačo iz tršega papirja.
Okrasila sem jo z zlatimi in srebrnimi zvezdicami – me zanima, kje je zdaj?

I was around 10 years old, my mom did my make up and styling. The shawl was her's, but she gave it to me few years ago and I carry it with a great joy.
The hat is my grandmother’s and the wig is borrowed. I was photographed by my dad, who also made me this beautiful fan from hard paper.
I decorated it with golden and silver little stars – I wonder where it is now?

Moja mami My mom

Očijeva fotografija, še iz časov pred poroko.

Photographed by my dad, before they were married.

Vse najboljše, mami!  :)

Happy birthday, mami! :)

Moj oči My dad

S sestrico in očijem
na bohinjskem jezeru
v prvi polovici osemdesetih.

Vse najboljše, oči! :)


Here I am with my little sister
and our father in the back
on the Lake Bohinj
(in the north-west, Alpine region of Slovenia)
in the beggining of the eighties.

Happy birthday, oči! :)

Kasneje tistega dne... Later that day...

... sem prišla na svet;

... I came into the world:

Mami mi je za rojstni dan naredila ta luštkan klobuček...

Mother made me this cute hat for the birthday...

... z listom AVGUSTvarjanj...

... with AVGUSTvarjanja-leaf...

... in nadvse mi je všeč!

... and I like it so much!

Vse fotografije je posnel oči.

All photos were taken by my father.

Praznovanje na plaži Celebrating on the beach

Na današnji dan pred 5-imi leti – praznovanje na plaži grškega Santorinija;

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5 years ago on this day – celebrating on the beach of Santorini (Greece):

kamenčki s tiste črne vulkanske plaže;

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pebbles from that black volcanic beach:

okrasila sem jih zate, Miro, z vzorčki AVGUSTvarjanj;

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I decorated them with AVGUSTvarjanja patterns for you, Miro:

Vse najboljše, ljubi! ;)

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Happy birthday, ljubi! ;)

Zaspanka Sleepyhead

[Korenine]*

Odkar pomnim sem bolj zaspane sorte. Kljub temu, da obožujem lepe jutranje razglede, nisem tip človeka, ki ne bi imel problemov z vstajanjem.

Moji dnevi se začenjajo počasi, vendar ko dobim hitrost, se težko ustavim. Najraje ustvarjam v poznih urah. Ja, sem nočna ptica in tu nastane začaran krog! :)

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Since I remember I was more sleepy kind of a person. I adore beautiful morning’s views, but I have lots of problems getting up early.

My days start slowly, but when I get the speed through the day I can’t be stopped easily. My best hours for creating are usually late at night. Yes, I’m a night bird. And there is the magic circle! :)

dokaz, ki potrjuje zgoraj napisano, iz časov tik preden sem postala šolarka – medtem, ko me mami češe, jaz niti ne vem zase;
a proof from my preschool period that confirms what is written above – while my mother combs my hair I am not even aware of myself:

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[Korenine so otroštvo, družinska tradicija, predmeti, ki imajo posebno čustveno vrednost in dogodki, ki me zaznamujejo.
Srce je moja sedanjost, so predmeti, ki označujejo skupno življenje z mojim ljubim in dogodki, ki naju še bolj združujejo.
Če dobro pomislim, so korenine in srce eno in isto, korenine so v mojem srcu, srce pa poganja nove, sveže korenine.]

[Korenine are my roots, my childhood, family tradition; they are objects that have a special emotional value for me and events that have defined me somehow.

Srce is my heart, my present life, my ljubi, with objects which are important for our joined paths and moments that are bringing us even closer to each other.
On the second thought, the roots and the heart are basically one thing; the roots are in my heart and the heart is spreading new, fresh roots.]

Fireball

Danes nadaljujem zgodbo, ki sem jo malo nakazala nekaj objav nazaj.

Ko sva se z Mirom spoznala, je ravno dobro začel tekmovati v jadranju, natančneje v razredu fireball. Zato sem se na barčici kmalu znašla tudi jaz, ki do takrat z jadrnicami, velikimi ali malimi, nisem imela nobenih izkušenj.

Začelo se je tako, da me je nekajkrat po končanih regatah zapeljal naokoli, kasneje sem sem in tja vskočila namesto njegovega sojadralca, na koncu pa sva zadnjo sezono ali dve večinoma vse regate v sezoni Slovenskega pokala (okoli 7) odpeljala midva.

Ker imam morje od nekdaj tako zelo rada, sem seveda zelo uživala, druga stvar pa so bila regatna in nasploh jadralska pravila, ki so mi bila španska vas. Tako sem večino časa le poslušala Mirova navodila (beri: kričanje v vetru), katero vrv naj zategnem, v katero smer morava iti in kdo ima prednost.

Kljub mojemu jadralskemu neznanju in predvsem zahvaljujoč dejstvu, da ima Slovenski pokal tudi podskupino Silver Cup, v katerem sodelujejo »nekoliko manj konkurenčne« posadke, nama je v omenjeni kategoriji vseeno uspelo kar dobro odjadrati nekaj regat, pobrati nekaj pokalčkov na regatah in v končnih razvrstitvah ter dobiti celo srebrno medaljo na državnem prvenstvu.

Vendar pa pravila gor ali dol – te regate so mi prinesle toliko užitkov, tekmovalnih mravljincev, borbe z vetrom in valovi, adrenalinskih trenutkov, napetih situacij, žulje, buške, modrice, solze in smeh, predvsem pa sproščenega druženja z jadralsko druščino ob prihodu na kopno in najboljših večernih zabavah.

Letos se je začela že 4. sezona, ko se ne udeležujeva regat. Vzela sva si odmor, da si urediva dom. Kadar se spomnim na regate, jih tako zelo pogrešam in komaj čakam, da se spet vrneva. Medtem pa lahko le obujam spomine;

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Today I’m continuing with the story that I started few posts back.

When I met Miro he was just starting with competing in sailing, to be specific: in a fireball class. That is why I, who have never had any experiences on sailing boats, big or small ones, have landed on a sailing boat very soon after that.

It all started with him taking me on board a few times after a regatta. Later I jumped in instead of his co-sailor from time to time. Soon we sailed together regularly, at least for last couple of seasons. In each season there are about 7 regattas, which count for Slovenian Cup.

Since I remember I love the sea very much, that’s why I really enjoyed the sailing. But there is one thing that I was not so excited about: regatta rules and sailing rules on general! So, I was mostly just listening to Miro’s instructions (or better: his shouting in the wind) which rope to pull, in which direction we have to turn and who has the advantage.

Despite of my sailing non-knowledge and mostly because of the fact that in Slovenian Cup there is also a sub-group called Silver Cup, which includes “a bit less concurrent” crews we managed to sail a few regattas quite successfully in this group. We collected few little cups on regattas and in seasonal final rankings and we even won silver medals on Slovenian National Championships.

But – rules or no rules – those regattas brought me so much joy, racing fever, fights with the wind and waves, adrenalin moments, tense situations, blisters, bruises, tears and laughter. But most of all I enjoyed relaxed hanging with sailing gang after coming to the coast and some best evening parties.

The forth season in the row has started since we do not participate any more. We took a brake to make our future home. When I think of regattas I miss them so much and I hardly wait to return to competing. Meanwhile I can just live with my memories:

državno prvenstvo leta 2002, ki je potekalo v Izoli, sem spremljala z regatne jadrnice;
I was watching national championships 2002 in Izola from a regatta sailing boat:

leta 2004 je Izola gostila evropsko prvenstvo in takrat sem za Mira navijala z enega od gliserjev;
in 2004 there was European Championships held in Izola and that time I was "cheerleading" for Miro from one of motor-boats:

te tri posnetki pa so z državnega prvenstva 2006 v Izoli, ki je zadnja regata, ki sva se je udeležila (jaz sem v rumenem);
the following three pictures are from nationals 2006 in Izola, the last regatta we were participating on (I'm in yellow) :)

(Fireball Slovenia)

(Fireball Slovenia)

(Fireball Slovenia)

moji boleči začetki / my painful beginnings:

najini medalji;
our medals from nationals 2005 in Izola:

Vse najboljše! Happy Birthday!

Danes praznuje moja sestra.

Ob tej priložnosti bom ponovila že znano anekdotico o njenem imenu. Ko se je rodila, sta me starša vprašala, kakšno ime naj ji damo.
Ker je bila takrat priljubljena risanka Čebelica Maja, sem si mislila: v redu, če imam že jaz enako ime kot neka žuželka, zakaj ga ne bi imela tudi sestrica - logično! In sem predlagala Pikapolonico. Staršema očitno ni bilo všeč.

Vse najboljše, Saša! Vseeno mi prinašaš srečo! :)

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Today my sister is celebrating.

At this occasion I’ll repeat a well known little anecdote about naming her. When she was born my parents asked me how shall we name her.
As the German cartoon Čebelica Maja (Maya the bee) was very popular at the time I thought if my name is the same like an insect, why wouldn’t she have it too – it’s quite logical! So I suggested Pikapolonica (Ladybird). Parents obviously didn’t like it.

Vse najboljše, Saša! You are bringing me luck anyway! :)

pri oblikovanju ovojnega papirja za darilo sem si znova pomagala z vzorčki AVGUSTvarjanj;
when I designed wrapping-paper for a gift I helped myself with AVGUSTvarjanja patterns again:

Korenine in srce Roots and heart

[Korenine]

Ste opazili podnaslov mojega spletnika: od korenin do srca?

Že od samega začetka imam v mislih serijo objav, ki bodo imele oznako bodisi Korenine ali Srce.

V Koreninah bom objavljala vse, kar se tiče mojega otroštva, družinske tradicije; skratka predmetov, ki imajo zame posebno čustveno vrednost in dogodkov, ki so me nekako zaznamovali.

V Srcu pa bo po enakem kopitu vse, kar je povezano z mojo sedanjostjo, s predmeti, ki označujejo skupno življenje z mojim Mirom in dogodki, ki naju še bolj združujejo.

Če dobro pomislim, so korenine in srce eno in isto, korenine so v mojem srcu, srce pa poganja nove, sveže korenine.

Danes, na obletnico smrti mojega pradedka po mamini strani, ki je izdeloval krtače, začenjam s Koreninami. Ker zelo cenim stare obrti in predvsem danes tako redke ročno izdelane predmete, mi veliko pomeni, da imam nekaj teh njegovih krtač tudi sama.

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Have you noticed the subtitle of my blog: od korenin do srca (“from my roots to the heart”)?

All from the start I had in mind a series of posts with a label Korenine (The roots) or Srce (The heart).

In Korenine I’ll post everything regarding my roots, family tradition, childhood, and so on - shortly: the objects that have a special emotional value for me and events that have defined me somehow.

The same structure will be in Srce series, with exception that there will be everything regarding my present life, my heart, my Miro, with objects which are important for our joined paths and moments that are bringing us even closer to each other.

On the second thought, the roots and the heart are basically one thing; the roots are in my heart and the heart is spreading new, fresh roots.

Today, at the anniversary of death of my great-grandfather (on my mother’s side), I’m starting with Korenine. He manufactured brushes and because I cherish old crafts and above all today so rare handmade objects it means a lot to me to own some of them.

največjo vrednost ima mala krtača, ki mi jo je naredil za darilo ob mojem rojstvu, z mojima inicialkama;
the most valuable brush for me is the one, which he made me for a gift at my birth, with my initials:

vse pradedkove krtače, ki jih imam za spomin (eno med njimi je Miro lani dobil v dar od mojega dedka, ki hrani krtače svojega očeta);
all great-grandfather’s brushes that I have (one of them is actually Miro’s; he got it last year as a gift from my grandfather, who kept remained brushes from his father):

pradedek med izdelovanjem krtač;
great-grandfather making brushes:

nekaj fotografij pradedka in mene s sredine sedemdesetih; umrl je, preden sem dopolnila 3 leta;
few photos from mid seventies of my great-grandfather and me; he died before I was 3 years old:

Nove oznake »korenine« in »srce« bom dodala tudi dvema starima objavama: Čarovnijam in Perspektivi, ki bi ju pravzaprav morali imeti.

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I will add those new labels “korenine” and “srce” also to two old posts: Čarovnije and Perspektiva that should also have them actually.

Perspektiva Perspective

[Korenine]*

Seveda sem kot marsikateri otrok od nekdaj rada risala in slikala.

Ampak! – ker je moj oči arhitekt in arhitekti ne morejo brez perspektive, mi je pokazal, da rožice, ki sem jih takrat risala, pač niso vse enako velike, če so različno oddaljene od tebe.
S tem se nisem strinjala. Odločno sem zagovarjala svoje stališče, da je roža pač roža in da zakaj je treba narisati eno manjšo kot drugo, če sta v resnici obe enako veliki ne glede na to, kje sta (zdaj vidim, da je bilo moje stališče bolj filozofske narave).

Toda ne samo to, da je bila risbica tak hit in se je obdržala na steni vsaj še eno leto, ampak sem se v tistem letu očitno tudi zelo zresnila! :)

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As so many children I also liked to draw and paint .

But! – because my father is an architect and architects can’t live without their perspectives, he showed me that little flowers which I was painting at the moment aren’t all the same size if they are differently far away from you.
I couldn’t agree with that. I determinately defended my point of view that a flower is just a flower and therefore why should I draw them in different sizes if they are in fact all the same size no matter where they are (now I see that this stand of mine was quite philosophical).

This painting was such a hit that kept hanging on that wall at least for a year, and it also looks like I got very serious meanwhile! :)

moja "perspektivna" slika v ozadju na moj rojstni dan;
my "perspective" painting in the background at my birthday:

eno leto kasneje ob isti priložnosti (s sestro in starima staršema);
one year later at the same occasion (with my sister and grandparents):

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[Korenine so otroštvo, družinska tradicija, predmeti, ki imajo posebno čustveno vrednost in dogodki, ki me zaznamujejo.
Srce je moja sedanjost, so predmeti, ki označujejo skupno življenje z mojim ljubim in dogodki, ki naju še bolj združujejo.
Če dobro pomislim, so korenine in srce eno in isto, korenine so v mojem srcu, srce pa poganja nove, sveže korenine.]

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[Korenine are my roots, my childhood, family tradition; they are objects that have a special emotional value for me and events that have defined me somehow.

Srce is my heart, my present life, my ljubi, with objects which are important for our joined paths and moments that are bringing us even closer to each other.
On the second thought, the roots and the heart are basically one thing; the roots are in my heart and the heart is spreading new, fresh roots.]