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I like the small things. No I love them.

Yes. I do love he small things.
And I am talking about the small things in life and small material things that just make you feel welcome and taken care of.
The last three weeks I changed place of living three times.
From my own apartment. To a room in my friends house due to a fire in my apartment. And for the last week while being in Italy, I’ve been living in a new place. I have rented a room in a beautiful little house. A sweet lady has this extra room in which I enter feom the garden.
And this is where I really started to observe and feel the small things.
Here you see my new room.

And what I really loved about it when I stepped into the room the first time was the pillow on the bed.
The text on the pillow sais goodnight in Italian. Buona Notte.
Another small thing that really made me happy.. was the bathing suite that the sweet lady I rent the room from has made avaliable for me when I am here. It makes me happy every time I put it on.

The big thing about the small thing is that they really makes me feel good and creates positivity in my body and mind.

Last but not least. The sweet lady with beautiful name Donatella…makes this awesome coffee for me in the morning.

This picture is from insta. .maybe you have seen it. If not you can find my profile on @call_edda

Remember it is the small things. ❤

Piece 4 Love
Anna

I try to stay calm

Even if I am not able to stay in my own apartment, even if I start over with clothing’s, things and devices..I try to stay calm.
Since Saturday I have tried to transfer a movie from my phone to my new mac. And it still does not work. And you know what. ..that annoys me more than loosing my stuff.
Strange .. and I try to keep calm…even if it really makes my body explode inside…
So…how can I keep calm about loosing my stuff…and not when my devices are not working. .. maybe it is because it is something that I want to do.
I want to start making small films. I have a video with this talented guy… and I want it out now.. but it doesn’t work…yet… so… The calmness that I have when thinking about all my lost stuff…I try to copy that into the situation of the not working devices….to stay calm but still in progress. .. because I try several solutions…. staying calm…or do I …?
How do you manage to stay calm when things really get on your nerves?
I would be pleased if you share it with me.
Piece 4 Love
Anna

The cheating look

Sometimes look cheats.
Or .. a lot of times look cheats.

I know. And as I said before I could choose to be a victim….this time….of the cheating look…

The look that makes you look strong, satisfied, self confident and happy.

That look I have. But nobody ever told me that.
And for many years I was treated as the strong person who would be able to take everything and I played the game everyday…and every night I cried my self to sleep. Because even if I look good, confident and strong. I have also my weak sides. But …
When I tried to ask for help I was met with sentences as:

You look so good you shouldn’t

complain.
You are so strong why be sad?
You should be able to handle it?

Or even worse… If I said something in a serious tone. .. I would often be accused of being angry or arrogant. Just because of my look.
And so…for many years I didn’t ask for help, I didn’t said the truth about who I actually was and how I felt. I was afraid of having to discuss what I felt inside.

When I was 33 years old I saw a video of my self making a speech. And when I saw that I realize how much power I have just by my look… but nobody ever told me. Nobody!

In relationship my boyfriends became jealous on how I look at people and how I talk to people. My look makes me seem interested in every little human being. So in the end. I didn’t dare look up because I was afraid of being accused of flirting.
Finally …finally I’ve realize that I have to get away from people who treats me because of who I look instead of who I am and what I say.
And it is working.
But always remember that the girl who looks strong and good…maybe also is just as sad as you are.
Look cheats… remember that.

Piece 4 Love
Anna

The light at the end of the bridge

Wouldn’t it just be nice to find that special light?
That light that makes me wake up in the morning ready for a new day.
Ready as in smiling, doing things that I love and being with people I love.

That light that makes me see a reason for life being.
That light that makes me satisfied.
That feeling of being me and being satisfied.
When I am really strong it is no problem. When I am really weak it is a lot more difficult. ..
But somehow I manage.
I do cry.
But even after a divorce, a fire in my house and other situations that have made me really sad this year.
I still see that light.
And I think it shines from inside me. And then I follow where the rayon light shines right back at me… and gives me that feeling of satisfaction and calmness of myself and life.
And it is the small things. Comments on Instagram, Facebook, my blog, my friend who laughs when watching a movie, my sister who calls me for a chit chat. These small things and many other make my light shine even more. Specially in bad periods. But the light inside me always shines. And so does yours…
Recognize it. Embrace it. Live it.

Piece 4 Love
Anna

Shit happens

Yes it does. Some shit is bigger than other… when a house burns and all stuff get ruin by fire and smoke it is really big shit.
And the big shit happened yesterday in my apartment.

Around 14:50 a candle light took fire in a jacket in my roomy’s room while she was in the kitchen. And when she opened the door back into her room, fire and smoke met her with so much power that she was not able to see where she was. Luckily she managed to reach the door and get out before breathing.
I was in the yard with my friend Christina and I heard a girl scream on the road, so I went out and saw people look up with their phone by their ears, and I also saw my sweet roomie with no shoes, calling for help.

I knew then my apartment was on fire. Shit. Big shit.

My roomie was so sad that I ran to her and took my arms around her and told her it was okay, that it was only stuff, only things and it was good she was out.
I looked around and saw one of my neighbors with something to stop the fire. But just opening the door to the entrance of the building .. There was too much smoke.

I ran back to My roomie who, still with no shoes, tried to get in touch with her mom and her boyfriend. With no luck. That was tougher for me to see that, than to know my things were on fire.

I gave her my jacket but she was so sad that she just sad down on the cold ground and I tried to put it around her.

Then I went out and the firefighters were already on their way. I just luckily live five minutes from the fire station.
When I saw them go into the building I just wanted to go with them…
But off course I just had to wait.
I asked several times if they would tell me as soon as the fire stopped.
Wauw the fireman on the street must have thought I was annoying….but I just really wanted to know everything about what happened.
From I heard my roomie on the street untill the fire stopped, 20 minutes had pasted…
When they opened the windows and all the smoke came out I knew the fire had stopped. But wow… All that smoke. Not good.

But I ran to the firefighter on the street and asked if he could get the computers out. I told him there was one Mac on the table in my room which had not caught fire, only smoke and two bags with a Mac and one laptop also in my room and then I knew my roomie had a Mac as well.

He gave the message in his walkie-talkie and after less than five minutes a firefighter came out with three bags and two Macs …and I started to cry….

An ambulance was also among all the big cars and trucks with water, and my roomie finally got some shoes from a friendly neighbor and she reached her boyfriend by phone who was on his way.

Then from that I do not remember that much myself other than I consistently asked the police man of permission to get into the apartment in order to get my agenda with all my work codes, my external hard disks, my passport and my personal papers.
And me weed… But I didn’t tell him that …

Oh and I grabbed my rollerblades on the way out as well… When he finally let me in…

From there I talked to all my neighbors and we just waited for the recovery company to check the building and let me close my doors with keys. From outside.

Luckily my friend Christina who had been there from the beginning had space enough at her house. So we went there, and I called my roomie to catch up on her safety. She was on the way with her boyfriend to his place .

I’ve learned something!

The people around me are so much more important than the things I’ve been buying and carrying around for years.

I’ve also learned, when I posted about my situation, that likes and comments on Facebook and Instagram gave me courage to stay strong and be cool about loosing my home for an indefinite period.

Because when big shit happens it is far from the material stuff that counts.

It is the human energy.

Thank you for reminding me!

Piece 4 love
Anna ❤

From To day I do things differently

How many times did I say that to my self?
I mean. How many times did I say to my self I will not do that?
So from today. Right now or even better..From the moment I wrote the title.

From now I do things differently.

I’ll do it tomorrow! Is dead.
I’ll do it later! Is even more dead.
I should! Is totally forbidden
(been forbidden since January )

I do things differently! Is totally working.
I am already Writing. And it is 1:13 am.

I should be sleeping. But as written. Shuld is forbidden.

I do things differently from now.

I follow my heart.

Do you follow your heart?

Piece 4 love
Anna

To be or not to be fucked

Is far from the question.
The question is how to get unfucked.

This is a quote I wrote in September on my Instagram. I invented the quote myself… inspired by Shakespeare of course.

I thought it needed a little modern touch.

So many times did I try to step into a situation where I ended up with a feeling of being fucked. Not because the other person intentionally tried to fuck me. More because I was not able to see and set my own limits.
Maybe because I didn’t want to disappoint the other person in their succes or maybe because I too late realize what is actually going on.

Maybe it has something to do with my curiosity or my impulsivity. Or maybe it is just because I am a human who has to learn by doing.

Getting older I think it hurts even more when I fuck up or let other fuck me up. Because I should have known better.

But the more I get angry with myself, the more I fuck myself up.

So my answer on how to get unfucked is to forgive myself for not taking enough care of myself.

And then commit myself to take more care next time I bump into a similar situation.

Piece 4 Love

Anna

ps. if you want to know more about me, you can have a look at my intro video here

To get over hope is possible

but of course it takes time.

Months, days, hours, minutes and certainly not to forget… seconds.

Seconds that can seems as months…or at least hours.

Waiting for a hope, only brings me short.

Going for a hope, is also about taking a risk.

Taking a risk, equals in worst case scenario failure or in awesome case scenario success. For both… I get experience.

Some people tells me that I learn more when I do something that gives me failure… but sometimes that fear of failure..

I believe you know what I mean…

all that thinking of all the possibilities of how I could get embarrassed, hurt, humiliated, and bla bla bla… that thinking sometimes stops me from actually following my heart and my hopes.

My hopes for life, future, feelings, love, friends and experiences.

How can I accomplish them with less fear of the outcome?

Or.. should I not try to accomplish them at all, in order to stay safe on status quo?

Would I by time get over the hopes for my life I have now, if I do not at all try to accomplish just a little?

Or would I in the end regret for all the things I did not do?

Asking people who have lived a long life… they would always answer:

Follow your heart and make your dreams come through.

It sounds so Walt Disney like, so dreamy and right. And still when I try to touch the words they get so fluffy and unreal.

But when I put the word hope on my hearts desire and on my dreams, it gets a little easier.

What do I hope for would happen in my life?

Then it gets easier for me to understand, that I have to work on and go for what I hope. And it gets easier for me to work on the hope… and thereby follow my heart and my dreams. Even if I get hurt or embarrassed. At least I tried…and learned…for next time…

What is your hope?

Piece 4 Love

Anna

Fashion Revolution

Well.

One of the reasons I started this blog 3 years ago was to promote responsible fashion

to show all my tips & tricks for using, reusing and recycling accessories.

But I am an impulsive person & I’ve also realized that it is quite difficult to change the world

if you do not feel well. Read about how I realized that I did not feel well & why I had difficulties

accomplishing my inner dreams in this blogpost.

But now I feel better I’m ready to fight for people’s working right and responsible fashion.

This post is about the Fashion Revolution that literally started today.

Well it started when big brands started taking advantages of the poor countries working conditions.

But it has really just started today to become a part of people’s minds:

We have to buy with responsible consciousness, not only for the saving of the nature, but definitely

for mankind.

Take a picture with your clothing reversed and tag the company & ask them: who made my clothes?

#fashrev #whomademyclothes

Get more info at Fashion Revolution

My suit is an old thing from Banana Republic, I got it from a friend 4 years ago,

and she bought it a couple of years from a 2nd hand shop while traveling in the US.

I did not know Banana republic before, but now I know, that it is an American Brand,

and that they often produce their clothing in the US… but well. We never know… do we?

I know that I do my best to keep my clothing for a long time, and I hope you do the same.

Big hugs

& plenty of pieces 4 love

Anna

I do not do CSR I am CSR

And why now these big words?

Because I have been Corporate Social Responsible since my childhood. I couldn’t watch a movie without thinking…

‘Did they clean up the ocean properly after that explosion?’
Or
‘How much did that car race pollute?’
Or
‘Did all workers get a good salary’

So imagine how f….d up it is to watch a movie in my body.

Or even worse… every time I used water, I couldn’t help of thinking how the fish would react to all the many products that I used for washing dishes, clothing and my body.

So for a long time I did not think that I deserved to look good because I wanted to save the world… I felt I could not shop, or I couldn’t wish for luxury.

But luckily I have now a more calm feeling about the interaction of nature, humans and animals.

I think it is ok to buy things but I am responsible when I buy new clothings, accessories, New devices and when I buy food. I use my old towels for every kind of cleaning. Cutting them up and washing them after use until they do not work anymore. That makes not only save money, but also save the environment for a lot of nonsense.
So find your way if you also feel stressed about to many nonsense products or follow me.
Thanks for reading my blog.
Let me know if you have any advices or good examples of highly useful tips or pieces 4 love that makes life beautiful and easy to live…So we can look good & save the world at the same time.

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Second hand leather jacket, 4 years old hat, 7 years old boots and organic cotton skirt and leggings. From last year.