It is almost like arriving home
To go on a holiday late summer is not just a spontaneously evolved practice but a conviction. So that one has something to look forward to. So that I would only be leaving when most people returned home already. I used to feel the same joy occasionally in the kindergarten at lunch, when I stole a glance at the others around and voluptuously acknowledged that everyone else pushed their cakes into their mouth, only mine is laying delightfully on the napkin left untouched.
Strand toys rebooted
The best thing about having a child is that I can sit down to play with him. He is well over the rattle shaking, bleeping rabbit toy squeezing period now, yet I manage to avoid the sand box most of the time (you can throw stones at me, but I can’t stand the sand box) however I am ready to occupy myself with other games, sometimes so much that I am kind of pissed off when my child, who reasonably has a shorter attention span, stops an activity in which I am completely absorbed, like playing with Lego or assembling a puzzle.
Come snub-nosed squirrel let’s have a quarrel
It nearly seems to be the entrance hall of stardom that a few days after my coming out post, revealing my affection toward my small bags I got a letter from a customer that my own enthusiasm for the small bags I designed is fine really, but she indeed gets especially irritated by small bags, and she is probably not the only one with this feeling.
Instead of the hand-held tabledust vacuum cleaner
It might seem as an old ladies’ peculiarity but I love to go to weddings. It has an emotional part as at these times I fill myself up with the happiness of a new, everlasting love most likely lasting till the grave. But I don’t remain untouched by the externals of a ceremony either.
I would like to send it with love to myself
If one designs everyday items than he or she likes to communicate that their design is based on well defined mass needs or on the contrary, on group needs. For most of the cases it is true. However I have a product which is an exemption because actually I created it for myself with a strong pedagogic intent.
Buy, Buy, Dear Customer, please!
I hate lame newsletters. Contrary to this I almost always open them for the blink of an eye so as to freak out on them – little bit like children do when slap the fairytale book closed at the sight of the monster just to open it again and again from time to time only to peep in because they just cant’ resist watching. Did I really see something that ugly? Yes you did.
