Not in her storm...

I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain. And it is always a fight for the welcome change. When it rains it pours on this heart of mine. So, I take the storms I feel to her each time. But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain. Yet under her water her heart still doesn’t change. She can walk away from what hangs overhead. And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid. Not in her storm have I ever felt alone. Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home It’s for me that she pushes away her own pain. So, that I may find comfort in calling her name. She lives in this world for the sake of another’s heart. God, how she eases the miles when worlds apart. And she never wanders when your world falls through. Not ever in her storm would she do this to you. She has wings that I know not only I can see. Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me. It’s the way that the eyes can surely view. How her heart’s written so clearly in what an angel can do. Not in her storm is her work ever done. And even in her storm she hands me the sun When her world is dark - I always have light. And now how I hold the new color of night. She takes then she gives to an unhappy face. So that many can find an awesome place. I have been able to love her more every day. And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away. Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath. Could ever change what I hold here inside of me. Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch. To that angel out there, I love her so much. 

by Sauni

New week...

After an awesome weekend, as Monday rolls in, we do our best to imitate Dolly Parton’s legendary song “working 9 to 5″… It’s actually a good idea, if that was even probable. In this day and age and with the amount of work is a tad difficult to have a schedule for everything we do. At least we all fight for those minutes we get at the middle of the day to enjoy lunch.

Ahhh lunch… that blessed time in which you wish to forget about everything in the office and just enjoy whichever meal you have in front of you. The funny thing is what happens right after lunch, you know that span of time that goes from 3 pm until 5 pm when your eyes get heavy and suddenly a bed would be a better companion. Your eyes fail every once in a while and very inconspicuously you look to see if someone noticed that you just dozed off for a couple of seconds.

I am still trying to figure out how to get through these tough times, yet I do think that an afternoon cup of coffee, or Friday afternoon booze hour will do the trick.

Happy Monday Peaches

Xxx

Little bit of Kyla

My new obsession at the moment is the striking Kyla La Grange who is actually part South-African and part Zimbabwean and was born in London. 

I can’t stop listening to this unique artist. It is difficult to pin a single genre to Kyla La Grange’s music. When performing acoustically, Kyla is commonly seen as British folk like artists such as Daughter, who I have previously spoken about, but when she performs with a full band her music becomes something more than Folk Rock.

Her songs may not always be happy, but they are incredibly powerful, stirring stuff nonetheless. Whatever dark muse inspires her to write from such a sorrowful perspective, the end product is something beautiful.

Vampire Smile

Been Better

Heavy Stone

xxx

Trip to Amsterdam

I just got back from an incredible trip to Amsterdam with my boyfriend. There are so many things about this city that intrigued me but the architecture is just mind-blowing. I didn’t really care too much about the tourist-packed coffee shops, and to be honest, the sight of the prostitutes, some of whom looked disturbingly, only kept me amused for a few minutes. But I couldn’t take my eyes, or my camera, off the architecture, the row after row of elegant, elongated, perfectly preserved buildings, each a different height and a slightly different shade out of a harmonious colour palate of warm, earthy pastels.

When I arrived to the apartment, I notice how all the windows were large and beautifully proportioned, which flood the living space with light.

For a city whose main advertising power seems to lie with legalised drugs and half naked women behind windows, I never thought it would be so rewarding to simply nose around its streets.

When roaming the streets, I began to fall in love with the canals. There is something very soothing about being constantly surrounded by water, and about the sunlight reflected by it during the day and the street lights by night.

Justin and I did incredibly well on the shopping side of things. The awesome thing about Amsterdam is that they have the expensive pretentious international brands but ‘normal’ shops are plentiful, creative in their collections and terribly affordable. Also, everyone speaks fantastic English, so there is never an awkward moment due to the lack of communication when entering shopper’s heaven.

 Foooood, glorious food. We went to the Albert Cuyp market one day, which consists of fatty fabulous food, cheap clothing and random bits and pieces.

First fresh STROOPWAFEL!! Death!

Amsterdam is a beautiful city and everyone there is friendly and accommodating.  In the few days I stayed there, I came across numerous acts of civility and kindness, a feature I have long given up on experiencing.

Justin enjoying a beer...

Me, trying a beer...

Hating every moment :/

 Chilling on the patio at the apartment

I completely fell in love with Amsterdam

xxx

Neon India

Neon India by ashgreenleaf featuring kitten heels

Home*

Craving you

Folk Friday

I came across Five Mile Town. They are a folk group from New Zealand that have been rising from the dust and into the spotlight of internet stardom. The song itself reminds me almost of a folky The Kooks but I think that’s just the vocals. I really dig the banjo and the stand up bass. The boys are pretty cute too!!!

Take a listen... 

xxx

Falling in love with Amsterdam

I am off to Amsterdam in a week. I wish I could express the excitement that is rushing through my body at this exact moment. The idea of spending a few days in the city where you can buy the world’s most flavoured cheese, and shop to your heart’s desire with the person you love, sounds beyond imaginable. They say that the best time to visit Amsterdam is during spring – a season for the tulip hunters. The beauty will be overwhelming.

Upon arrival in Amsterdam Schiphol Airport, which is the biggest in the Netherlands and one of the most modern in the world, I shall be running into my boyfriend’s arms. I haven’t seen him for a long time.

I have never been to Amsterdam but I am incredibly eager to see this beautiful city.

With the museums, historical architecture, canals, nightlife and restaurant scene, the Dutch capital holds unlimited appeal.

The countdown has begun…

xxx