Inspiration, where art thou?

I remember being a student with a big appetite for all kind of novels and poems and had this crazy habit of taking notes of random words in random places, post-its were all over the place. Sometimes I've found a connection between them and created an idea that often ended in an essay that I had to prepare for a literature course. My other love, music I always considered a manifestation of some invisible power created by the performer, transmitted to the listener who consciously or unconsciously turns this energy into another kind of power ball.

And now, a few years later I listen to some of these albums, re-read a few of those books that all seemed to hide an answer to the questions I couldn't properly define, but I don't find that certainty of uniqueness anymore. I rarely find a song, a book or a pattern or a color of a fabric to inspire in such a manner as back then. Were I too young and naive? Did I just grow old of such beautiful instances? Can't tell, really. Not so long ago I moved to another city, hoping to find That triggering element that would make me rediscover the fundamental power of the creative art, but found only superficiality so far. Is this like being a grown-up? 'I prefer not to', I'll just stick to the unconventional 'aching soul'.

 

List of (un)Realizations

When I was 17 I started to write a list of realizations of that year, thinking about the biggest achievements and mistakes (of course) and another list of expectations regarding the New Year. I more or less stick to this tradition, but now, as I’m thinking about this year I realize that I might have lost my 2013 to do list somewhere. I kind of lost my appetite for fashion, music and blogging as well. Two blog posts this year? Come on, Miss Katjes shouldn’t end up like this.

I feel like I didn’t do much this year, yet I perfectly remember the very first moments and thoughts of 2013: I raised my hands, closed my eyes and danced to The Verve’s Bittersweet Symphony and had the impression that everything’s gonna be just fine. By letting things happen it turned out to be fine, but I know that one should put more energy into making things happen.

I’m truly grateful for the friends I’ve got to know better – LifeLovers, daydreamers, every concert sounds better with you :)

Images of the posts unwritten in 2013:

Images by Miss Katjes & friends

The Story of a Floral Friday at the Office

It was around Women's Day when it suddenly hit me: we should totally do something fun and girly at the office and as this winter was so annoyingly long and grumpy, I wanted to see flowers everywhere. I thought it would be fun to have a day when the girls at the office wear something spring-ish, but I didn't want to send a circular email, I've done an anonymous poster instead that I've placed in the ladies' restroom at every floor in the building. The whole idea was to do it in a flashmob-kind-of-way to make it more interesting and to see if people are really willing to participate. It was hard not to tell anyone, but funny on the other hand to hear the girls speaking about it, guessing who's the secret organizer.

I can tell you that the Floral Friday was a success with lots of floral dresses, shirts, bags, shoes and accessories and with the next week Spring and good weather has finally arrived.

Thank you girls, you are awesome :)

Photos by: Miss_Katjes & Opreblu

Colors of Tuscany (part 2)

Things I've loved in Italy...little details, a piece of art even on the tiniest streets all around Tuscany. It's a mixture of art, tradition and architecture that charms you instantly. The fabulous atmosphere and breathtaking sites makes you feel like you're taken on a journey beyond time.

Photos by: Miss Katjes

Colors of Tuscany (part 1)

Make the best of your travels by getting lost, intentionally making a wrong turn at the next corner...that's a golden rule for every traveler, who's determined to discover a sort of down-to-earth beauty in each place and experience a more intense personal connection with it.

Toscana, with its medieval towns, dreamy landscape, rocky mountains and mysterious islands, has so much beauty to offer that you never know what you'll find in the next town or at the next corner. Maybe it's just a simple flower pot or the traditional outer shutter which is everywhere and you're still so enthusiastic about it. Eating melon while walking down the path of history in Florence or choosing the wrong gate in Volterra and then getting totally lost might sound insignificant, but can easily become essential to a mind blowing Italian experience.

[Photos: Miss Katjes]