tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78260654698303502282024-02-20T13:32:52.361+00:00kittnCristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-68595740435426974442012-04-19T16:38:00.000+01:002012-04-19T22:02:52.672+01:00So long, farewellDear friends,<br />
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I reached a point where I have little time on my hands, other than the full time I dedicate to my son. <br />
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For sure we will meet in other ways as everything doesn't end but changes. For now I guess it's time we said goodbye (even the kittns I had hired stopped painting and moved on creating their playful lives).<br />
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Thank you with all my heart for your presence throughout the years, for trust and inspiration. You are beautiful.<br />
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This five year experience brought me here today, and I'm proud to say I learned a lot, lived a lot and I wouldn't change one thing about it.<br />
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To new beginnings!<br />
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<br />Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-71844321483672395482012-03-28T18:16:00.000+01:002012-03-28T21:21:51.240+01:00For those who believe in miracles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Finding the time to make this T-shirt is a miracle in itself, but when I said miracle I had in mind this beautiful life we live. This supergirl is painted on cotton and then sewed on a T-shirt. She likes to fly and when she's not flying she feels like flying, the wind plays through her hair and a set of tulle wings will take her higher.<br />
Everything is done with hypoallergenic textile paint, organic cotton and of course, love.<br />
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Miracles do exist!<br />
<br />Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-88001610999453003942012-03-25T22:48:00.000+01:002012-03-25T22:48:50.889+01:00A dreamy world: MondaysWe've heard pretty crazy rumors about Mondays, almost everyone says they're bad news after the weekend. We're wondering how can they be trouble when in fact they're just like any other day of the week only they're the first to start the fun. For instance, today you can:<br />
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Have a fun week!Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-78633466093320117902012-03-20T22:06:00.001+00:002012-03-20T22:17:44.978+00:00In search of a best friendYes, I'm seeking <i>a best friend forever.</i><br />
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I'm already <i>bff</i>s with very special ladies. Maria and I used to draw with closed eyes, love Depeche Mode + dream about our first kisses while attending primary school. Then I met Zoni in high-school, we used to go on holidays together, sometimes dress alike and keep a correspondence although we were classmates. Later on I met Denisa, it was love at first sight... on the third day at Uni. We spent the bestestest days together, from conquering the city to singing in front of the computer or just living <i>la dolce vita</i>.<br />
The only thing is they now live in Bucharest + Abu Dhabi. <br />
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Also, ever since I started this blog I constantly meet amazing women. Ina, Anca, Mihaela, Gabriela, Bib, Rodi are my friends, but we have kind of a long-distance relationship as they too live in Barcelona, Munich, Eningen and again Bucharest.<br />
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Oh and lovely people even visit me sometimes, like Cristiana who was here a few days ago. We celebrated her birthday, had a walk along the coast, had lunch, tea and great conversation. Yep, and then she went back to London. Hm.<br />
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I'm living in Cascais, Portugal with my son + fiance. I enjoy life very much, but I miss a best friend.<br />
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Every day when I go out of the house I dream of chatting <i>with you</i>, maybe going to the market on Saturday, maybe doing a beauty night (face masks + other pampering stuff at a girls night in), having fun + laughing and who knows maybe telling stories or advice.<br />
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Of course, best friends mean more than doing nails together, at the same time they don't have to share big secrets to be close. Best friends love being with each other so much they are happy to just grab a bite, discuss a book or the latest fashion collection together. For good times, and bad times...<br />
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So OK I'm on a quest for a <i>bff</i>. Keep you posted, wish me strength. Or magic!<br />
PS. I also speak Portuguese, we can work something out.Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-11253339408153674172012-03-19T09:26:00.000+00:002012-03-19T09:26:22.092+00:00A dreamy world: at the beach<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<li>we used wooden clothespins, painted with acrylic, four nails, hammer + thread;</li>
<li>tip: use matte photo paper; </li>
<li>a super easy, cheap + fun way to change the mood and dodge chores; </li>
<li>all in all it was awesome hacking another wall... what's next? </li>
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Have a beautiful creative weekend!Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-44105510726198906612012-03-13T21:28:00.000+00:002012-03-13T21:29:37.301+00:00The day we just existedWe went outside today after lunch without a plan, without much preparations, just here to the park outside our house. We sat on the grass, it was sunny, really sunny and hot. Marco had a coffee, I had camomile tea and Sean had boobie :-) He fell asleep soon on the blanket next to us. We felt he had a peaceful sleep, that kind they say is <i>to sleep like a baby</i> (I'm continuously wondering how could we make something so wonderful or better yet where did this miraculous person come from).<br />
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We didn't talk about the future, we didn't talk about the past, in fact we didn't talk much, we just stayed present and enjoyed the moment like a favorite series they would always film or a never ending macaroons box.<br />
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We witnessed nature, small plants, thorns plants, leaves, flowers, trees, us and seeing how we are all connected, organized and with a purpose we felt life is not accidental.<br />
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We got back home smiling and confident we hold all that beauty in ourselves, hoping to open more often the door to <i>just being</i>.<br />
<br />Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-54513148291152726122012-03-11T22:27:00.000+00:002012-03-11T22:27:44.426+00:00A dreamy world: vintage blue<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's start over new</td></tr>
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We got tagged by <a href="http://www.bo3mia.com/" target="_blank">Anca</a> in a challenge to answer questions she made up + to invent others and pay it forward to more beautiful people. So here goes, but first we need to state out the rules:<br />
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1. Post the rules.<br />
2. Post a photo of yourself and 11 random things - I'd say that the 11 things part can be optional.<br />
3. Answer the questions set for you in the original post.<br />
4. Create 11 new questions and tag people to answer them.<br />
5. Go to their blog/twitter and tell them you’ve tagged them.<br />
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And here are the questions I answered:<br />
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1. What's your favorite dish, that you can cook/make?<br />
I could eat pasta with mostly every known vegetable combo, day + night.<br />
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2. If you had to pick a color that best represents your personality, what would it be?<br />
I love all colors, can't choose one.<br />
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3. Where is your dream holiday destination?<br />
Maybe Jamaica or an island somewhere. Climbing the mountains sounds awesome too, in fact every holiday can be a dream holiday.<br />
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4. What's your guilty pleasure book?<br />
Paulo Coelho books. Yep, I know.<br />
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5. If you were a superhero, what name would you choose for yourself?<br />
I already chose: it's Kittn!<br />
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6. What's your number one item you never leave the house without?<br />
I guess practical stuff like phone, key, wallet, etc.<br />
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7. What was your first job?<br />
I had a summer job in a Latino disco in the year 1999. I worked as a bartender, not as a dancer f.y.i. <br />
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8. If you had a time machine, where is the first place you would go?<br />
This reminds me of an old notebook with questions we used to pass on from one to another in the primary school - my answer to this question would be (then and now) nothing, I would live the present.<br />
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9. What's your favorite clothing item/accessory?<br />
Here at Kittn we think the t-shirt is the most comfortable and versatile piece, but we also love dresses a lot, although we almost have none. Both dresses and t-shirts.<br />
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10. What is your all time favorite fairytale/children story?<br />
I must admit I don't have, I was more likely to invent one.<br />
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11.What's your favorite movie/TV show villain?<br />
Oh, this is a tough one. It took five minutes too think... I used to watch a cartoon series named Hello Sandy Bell, a long time ago. In this story the villain was another girl, Kitty who chased Sandy trying to stop her from achieving her dreams, when in fact it turned out Kitty was too a good person who just needed a bit of attention.<br />
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I hope you enjoyed it, and now for the questions I tag <a href="http://iheartcolorz.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">I heart colorz</a>, <a href="http://www.cinnamoncloves.com/blog/" target="_blank"> Cinnamon</a>, <a href="http://missbabacilu.com/" target="_blank">Miss Babacilu</a>, <a href="http://thedrreamer.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The dreamer</a>, and <a href="http://sydsense.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Sydney</a>, but you are free to take the assignment if you feel like:<br />
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1. What would you write on the front of your T-shirt?<br />
2. How about on its back?<br />
3. Tell me three things that make you smile.<br />
4. Did you smile already?<br />
5. What is your favorite hobby?<br />
6. One thing you would change about yourself?<br />
7. One thing you would change about the world?<br />
8. Do you believe in magic?<br />
9. Which is your favorite season + how does it make you feel?<br />
10. Write three words that describe your room.<br />
11. Which is your favorite desert?Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-57279302127955766512012-03-08T10:28:00.000+00:002012-03-14T20:11:59.623+00:00Love life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.puglypixel.com/2012/01/25/photoshop-animated-gifs/" target="_blank">See inspiration + more goodies here</a>Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-45549498041154973102012-03-05T21:05:00.000+00:002012-03-07T09:31:07.153+00:00A dreamy world.... every Monday, a trip without moving, a breath of inspiration for a creative week. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lemons + Quince (Marmelo in Portuguese, hence the Marmalade)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lovely coffe + hand crafted furniture shop</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In bloom, Visconte da Luz Park </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Antique Post (Correio) box </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reading on Baia Beach</td></tr>
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Love from Cascais, Portugal.
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Cristina<br />
<br />Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-58154346330039371062012-03-04T11:52:00.000+00:002012-03-04T12:04:23.536+00:00The three challenges of MarchThe first days of my first 30 days towards change didn't go by extremely different. Very enthusiastic about getting fit I've started to exercise hard from day one so my muscles are terribly sore, I can barely sit down and when I do I seem to brighten every one's day cause they're all laughing at my numb robot moves.<br />
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It is worth it though, after warming up I take up Tiffany Rothe's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOZDN1UnZ9U" target="_blank">Get your sexy back</a> workout followed by suggestively named Bikini Abs workout... It's fun, well, at least for Marco to watch. I'm joking, actually I felt great all throughout the day and had the energy to cook + take a walk. I'm looking forward to feeling even better + the thought of wearing my old favorite jeans gives me hope.<br />
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When it comes to telling the truth the first day was a challenge as I threw some cards on the table, fact that resulted in a <strike>fiery</strike> argument, but it got OK eventually, it always does. Oh and I almost told a fable yesterday (this time to Catherine who previously invited us to a barbecue). We procrastinated all day so we couldn't organize better and attend, but there I was instead of telling it how it was, I was ready to invent a cold or something, but I told the truth in the end and it felt very good, even though she hasn't texted me back until now :-)<br />
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I discovered the most difficult thing to do these days is spend one hour focusing on a goal, even though I used to paint T-shirts for example for hours and hours I'm finding it hard to focus on one single project. I've set my mind on creating an entire fashion collection from sketching to working with patterns to sewing, but I'm just making the mood board right now. Tons of ideas are running through my mind + butterflies flying around my heart, but being constant is a bit of a bug (I'm possibly afraid to take myself seriously).<br />
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We'll see... I feel animated and more determined in just three days and I hope my friends <a href="http://skyturtle.net/" target="_blank">Ina</a> + <a href="http://www.bo3mia.com/" target="_blank">Anca</a> who took on 30 days of changes are feeling awesome, too.<br />
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What are your projects for March or following month?<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="335" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lOZDN1UnZ9U" width="600"></iframe>Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-18043021573086737122012-02-29T22:01:00.001+00:002012-02-29T22:07:32.729+00:00The year of change<a href="http://thingaday2012.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Thing-a-day</a> is coming to an end this year. For the last day I finished ducky T-shirts, prepared parcels for Post and sent them to our wonderful friends. Instead of taking stock of the new things I created this month or having remorse about what they should have looked like, how could I make them better, etc (nothing <i>should have been</i>, things just <i>are</i> what they are) I am just happy I took part and played.<br />
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Along with posting about our crafting this month I was inspired to do stuff that was always postponed be it as simple as walking to the nearest store and buying <i>that</i> lipstick or getting rid of some old clothes + other objects that cluttered.<br />
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As every end is just a beginning, an open door to something else, things seem to always connect and I believe nothing is by chance, I found another challenge (for another 30 days) yesterday. Cool, huh? Here you can read <a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/12/25/30-challenges-for-30-days-of-growth/" target="_blank">more about it.</a><br />
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So I'm going to do something for 30 days in order to create a habit. The purpose is to create a positive change in myself and inherently in the world.<br />
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I look within me and I can't tell exactly who I am or what determined me to choose this path. Instead, I look at my son and I feel I want to be a better person (for him, for the world, for the future).<br />
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For next month I choose to speak from the heart + speak the truth (<i>13. Don't tell a single lie for 30 days</i>), to work on a dream everyday and make it reality (<i>17. Define one long term goal and work on it for an hour every day</i>) and exercise (<i>22. Exercise for 30 minutes every day for 30 days</i>).<br />
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Before leaving, here's a short story about what happened today at the post office. When we were going away I wished the lady at the counter a happy spring and she corrected me by showing on the calendar the first day is March, 20 (Spring equinox). I replied that spring is here (and I put my hand on my heart) whenever we want to . She became emotional and smiled a lot, accepting the change.<br />
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So I'm wishing you a delightful spring too, with lots of positive changes. And hugs!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leonor + Rodrigo, guests of honor in our workspace</td></tr>
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Hey, what's wisdom got to do with these pieces of jewelry?<br />
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Well, it has. Just as you I bought over the years jewelry + charms that added up to a pile of used/broken/<i>I needed to have it</i>/<i>why did I like that</i> stuff. I keep them cause I always plan to upcycle them by mixing + creating new pieces.<br />
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The punchline is<i> I always plan</i>, which continues with <i>but I rarely do it.</i> I do that with a lot of other stuff in my life.<br />
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It's like my will materializes into words, not actions. So I decided to just do it, not only say it.<br />
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I feel like saying <i>I will do it</i> many times a day, but I'm biting my lip and focus just on action. Not mentioning I'm freeing my mind of some projects that are kind of stuck there for long + getting rid of that <i>I couldn't make it... again </i>guilty feeling.<br />
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Back to the pile of jewelry, I started today to re-make some pieces. I wanted to do that for so long... It feels good to finally do it, even if it's so frivolous.<br />
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Who said only difficult stuff is serious + worth doing first? <br />
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You know those drawers you wanted to organize for ages? How about those colorful buttons you wanted to sew on your coat? Start making the things that are easy and fun!Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-18584513649338904652012-02-20T20:16:00.000+00:002012-06-03T23:21:19.024+01:00Dreamy MondayI'm lying on the bed next to <i>mancub</i> and feel his heartbeat, I see his lips slightly moving and I smile uncontrollably. I wanted to sleep, I even fantasized a bit about it on our way home, but here I am dreaming with open eyes about writing, reinventing myself, about traveling, learning to print by hand and a lot of other awesome stuff.<br />
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Sean and I have been around Cascais today as it was sunny, well it was actually sparkling sunny and I even took my coat off wandering around checking shop windows, looking + smiling at people. I guess spring was in the air and the warmth got to everyone's hearts.<br />
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We also went to donate the clothes that don't fit him anymore - we met the couple at the station, they were happy + excited just like Marco and I were a few months ago. I hope and wish for the best to their new family, too.<br />
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I didn't have <a href="http://santini.pt/wp-content/themes/santini/onde_estamos.php" target="_blank">Santini</a> ice-cream (or <i>Eistini</i> how Max, Petra's son invented in German) although it's super duper delicious, but carrots, yes plain old carrots mm they were so tasty and healthier.<br />
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Sean is turning to me and I feel him warm like a cat (although much, much better smelling) and even though I'm planning to work for the first time tonight in our new happy corner I just can't go away from him. He will have a bath later on and then I will tell him a bedtime story. He'll reply to me as usual: <i>aaaw ooh ng aaaah uaa</i>...<br />
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It may seem I neglected TAD for a few days, but I haven't. Honestly. We've been completing bigger projects (with many <i>singing-for-the-baby</i> breaks) and when I say bigger I'm just talking size, like arranging kittnish things in a workspace.<br />
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First off we hacked the dusty old curtains of our landlady hoping she would like the change so much she wouldn't complain. Then, after painting a wall pink I realized it's not my color, so I made it red the next day. I don't know if it was for Valentine's Day or not, but here it is, plain red.<br />
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So little by little our workspace is coming to life. I wanted to share with you, even though it's not finished yet. I will add a few paintings, cards maybe, a wall organizer + I'll try to always <strike>stash</strike> keep cookies nearby. The personal touch will come in time, for sure.
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I had a bit of time to sketch how fashion was in the year 1969, but more about that in a future post so be around. Lots of kisses until then and have a great week!<br />
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Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-75624633409230786082012-02-12T22:16:00.002+00:002012-02-20T17:19:36.554+00:00Thing-a-day: insightsFebruary started with Thing-a-day, an awesome project I wanted to attend to for several years. It's ironic that I'm in just now when work time is very short, but maybe nothing is coincidental and the universe is trying to whisper something...<br />
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First discovery: the blunt truth is I'm still running against time, I'm still separating <i>want</i> from <i>must</i>.<br />
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There are moments during the day when I wish my son would be older and I could work or we could create something together. Then, in the evening when he falls asleep at my breast and I stroke his hand, when he's smiling in his sleep and breathing easily, I wish he stayed a baby forever and we could sing some more and dance some more and talk our sweet talk. It's then when I realize my struggle to make one thing or another is in vain, as we're already creating together the most beautiful stories and wonders day by day. And I feel I'm doing a good job!<br />
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This daily challenge also tells me I should create more and show less. Perhaps I'm proud to reveal just one of a hundred sketches, it may be just one drawing I would hang on the wall.<br />
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Thing-a-day reminded me I don't have a proper work space at home, but I wish for one with all my heart. That corner where among significant dear items, glimpses, colors and air thick with inspiration you sit, you inhale and feel you reached a star and caught it in the palm of your hand.<br />
(No more waiting another day: I am happy to let you know that Marco is buying a desk and shelves as we speak, so the work space should come alive the next days.)<br />
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We made 10 thingies in 12 days so far, but we have an agenda filled with ideas and projects. No worries, if they're meant to materialize they will some day.<br />
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I'm proud to participate alongside enthusiasts who help making the world a better place by putting positive energy in their daily inventions. Also posting on <a href="http://thingaday2012.wordpress.com/">Thing-a-day blog</a> gets me feeling I've nothing to complain about working alone. I'm not alone, I've got wonderful colleagues I work with everyday!Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-23880374461984680612012-02-08T15:59:00.001+00:002012-02-08T16:37:53.992+00:00Paper lamp shade + butterflies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi, cats.<br />
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I'm in love with the 6th thingy. We used plain
paper, a paper lamp shade, scissors and glue. It took about 20 minutes
to make everything and about two days to post it, yikes. I guess color
paper, maybe red tones + black, would have been cool too. I tried
painting a few butterflies but the paper lost its shape so we went back
to simple.<br />
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So what do you think, hot or not?<br />
(It kinda screams Valentine's Day, doesn't it)Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-58708253415702962422012-02-06T18:37:00.000+00:002012-02-06T18:37:12.592+00:00Shoe box for photographs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm posting a little late about the fifth thing, I'm a bit tired cause I've been meowing + mooing + singing all day + all the other thrills when you have a ten week old at home (including starring into each others eyes for hours, like lovers).<br />
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I started working on it yesterday but I finished today: it's a cardboard (shoe) box turned into a pretty box to store <i>memories</i> like photos, notes, etc. How it's made? We torn apart a few fashion magazines in search of the perfect (as if) images, then we crumpled (for a vintage look) and glued it onto the box. Then... um, no, there's nothing more, that's it.<br />
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I hope this has been inspiring and I wish you plan + enjoy a very creative week... but see you a bit later!Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-29488448566730356222012-02-04T21:37:00.000+00:002012-02-06T11:04:56.927+00:00Saturday evening with Hugh GrantWell, he's one of my favorite actors or better said I love the characters he interprets and his movies are absolutely charming. I watch them every now and then and always get lifted believing that there is beauty and love in the world. And at the end of the movie, that easy mood that makes you say<i> it's such a wonderful life after all.</i><br />
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Today I saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0313737/" target="_blank">Two weeks notice</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0314331/" target="_blank">Love actually</a> (great, great movie) and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109831/" target="_blank">Four weddings and a funeral</a>. The last got me <strike>tripping</strike> dreaming about one future day we'll be moving to London, about English roses, romantic rain and gathering with friends for tea, all in the rush of a big city + casual looks that simply say <i>I'm OK you're OK</i>...<br />
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If you haven't seen it yet, I promise it's a delightful way to spend the evening (you could have your favorite beverage plus cookies with it). I wish you a great Sunday and leave you with the last scene of the movie - one of the best declarations ever:<br />
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Charles:
<i>Let me ask you one thing. Do you think - after we've dried off, after
we've spent lots more time together - you might agree *not* to marry me?
And do you think not being married to me might maybe be something you
could consider doing for the rest of your life?
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Carrie:
<i>I do.</i>Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-91439750445442627922012-02-03T23:56:00.000+00:002012-02-03T23:57:17.537+00:00Painting on the third day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For the third thing-a-day I started to work on (what is going to be) a pillow for a very special friend. I'm painting with textile acrylics on cotton and then I will get to the sewing part, but all about that in a few days.<br />
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To be continued... <br />
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Oh, and if you walked in late, I participate in a creative sprint to make one new thing every day for a whole month and post about it. <a href="http://thingaday2012.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Thing-a-day</a> is an open space where we virtually work together, inspire and support each other. It's challenging, and I can't wait to see what comes next...<br />
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Let's start with 1986. I looked up the historical events, but they were mostly scary so we won't go there (terrible things happen anyway, so let's focus on the positive, like fashion for instance).<br />
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The ladies wore anything with huge shoulder pads (yes, even T-shirts), chunky jewelry, ribbons and big headbands. Tight belts would highlight the waist and purses would match the shoes (preferably flat ones). Leather jackets over corset dresses, knee length trousers, men shirts and hats rocked all in pastels, color block, as well coordinating black and white.</div>
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Singles we still love, like Europe's The final countdown, Berlin's Take my breath away, Chris's Lady in Red and Madonna's Papa don't preach, were number ones all across the world.<br />
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And to add magic to it, my awesome friend Denisa was born that year. Put your hands up for 1986!Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-77756165641831815482012-02-01T18:33:00.000+00:002012-02-02T10:42:26.972+00:00TAD 2012Hi guys.<br />
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I's the 6th year <a href="http://thingaday2012.wordpress.com/about/" target="_blank">Thing-a-day</a>'s been around and I finally made it, we're in (thanks to dear <a href="http://www.bo3mia.com/" target="_blank">Anca</a> who reminded me).<br />
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kittns and I don't have a thorough plan of what to create every day (although we have lots of ideas) + we spend most of our time with nine week old Sean so I'm guessing we'll probably sketch stuff. The whole experience should be even more interesting, having little time to... well, anything.<br />
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I will post the artsy thingy a bit later, meanwhile you can join us and <a href="http://thingaday2012.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">get inspired</a>.<br />
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Let it roll, I can do it, I can do it!<br />
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So here they are, two upcycled funny pins, yep the bears used to be part of Sean's first shoes which are too small now. Cool, huh? By wearing them we'll hold on to a lovely memory.<br />
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We made two, so if you want one just write us an e-mail or a comment. We'll send it right over.<br />
Hope you liked our first thingy, see you later with the second!Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-39753450593492704342012-01-27T19:44:00.001+00:002012-01-27T19:51:21.750+00:00A friendly way to start the weekend<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Hugging is scientifically proven to make us stronger, prettier, better. I could write a whole essay about it, but instead I <strike>dare</strike> invite you to hug the first person you see around.<br />
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The same group of scientific experts pointed out that kittn T-shirts make your day absolutely special.<br />
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A few of the many who dared: <br />
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</tbody></table>Cristina Kittnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877725394806930391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826065469830350228.post-890709345427142922012-01-23T22:55:00.000+00:002012-01-27T22:51:25.261+00:00The day we all smiledWe wanted to have some fresh air + a picnic so we went to <a href="http://www.guiadacidade.pt/pt/poi-parque-marechal-carmona-17032" target="_blank">Marechal Carmona Park</a>. We sat on the grass and while we were enjoying a bit of sun, we saw a lady smiling at us. I waved and she came along with her son: they were Petra + Max.<br />
Then, she sat with us and we talked that talk when thoughts and words come easily.<br />
I don't know if it was just a brief connection or <i>it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship</i>, but I felt great. <br />
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That happened just after I was thinking there is rarely kindness between walkers by. Most people live under this pressure I-don't-know-who imposed, that the others may be potential enemies instead of assuming they are potential friends. Often, but what am I saying <i>often </i>it's practically every day, our paths cross and our eyes meet rather in emptiness than in grace and good intentions. <br />
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So I'm guessing the universe whispered hey, kittns, there is still hope for sympathy, tenderness and good will + our encounter would have never happened if I stayed
home. I'm making a note to myself and you can take this advice too: go
outside more, focus on the positive, be open.<br />
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Good people will come to you.<br />
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