Modaodaradosti is a blog whose aim is to celebrate all things beautiful. Literally translated, moda oda radosti means ' fashion, an ode to joy' and that sums up the philosophy behind this blog pretty well. Devoted to finding joy and meaning in everyday things, modaodaradosti is always evolving.
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Creating a flower fantasy with the help of rose pedals (Fashion illustration of the day)
Two days ago (in this post ), I told you how I'm still creating floral collages, so here I am with my flower fantasy design of the day. Playing with rose pedals is always fun, isn't it? On another note, the book I'm currently reading is Absalom, Absalom by William Faulker. I'm taking my sweet time with this one. I was planning to read it by the end of 2017, but it is such a complex novel that I feel it demands my full attention. I often read several books at once, but this time I made an exception. As long as I'm on the subject, I would also like to suggest Light In August and The Sound And The Fury by the same author. Both of those novels are very dear to me. I haven't set any reading goals for this year yet, but I do plan to read more classics. In addition, I would like to do one month in which I would only read only non-fiction books. I think that would be very interesting. Do you have any reading goals for this year? How do you like this illustration?
“Because there is something in the touch of flesh with flesh which abrogates, cuts sharp and straight across the devious intricate channels of decorous ordering, which enemies as well as lovers know because it makes them both:---touch and touch of that which is the citadel of the central I-Am's private own: not spirit, soul; the liquorish and ungirdled mind is anyone's to take in any any darkened hallway of this earthly tenement. But let flesh touch with flesh, and watch the fall of all the eggshell shibboleth of caste and color too. ”
“It's just incredible. It just does not explain. Or perhaps that's it: they don't explain and we are not supposed to know. We have a few old mouth-to-mouth tales, we exhume from old trunks and boxes and drawers letters without salutation or signature, in which men and women who once lived and breathed are now merely initials or nicknames out of some now incomprehensible affection which sound to us like Sanskrit or Chocktaw; we see dimly people, the people in whose living blood and seed we ourselves lay dormant and waiting, in this shadowy attenuation of time possessing now heroic proportions, performing their acts of simple passion and simple violence, impervious to time and inexplicable - Yes, Judith, Bon, Henry, Sutpen: all of them. They are there, yet something is missing; they are like a chemical formula exhumed along with the letters from that forgotten chest, carefully, the paper old and faded and falling to pieces, the writing faded, almost indecipherable, yet meaningful, familiar in shape and sense, the name and presence of volatile and sentient forces; you bring them together in the proportions called for, but nothing happens; you re-read, tedious and intent, poring, making sure that you have forgotten nothing, made no miscalculation; you bring them together again and again nothing happens: just the words, the symbols, the shapes themselves, shadowy inscrutable and serene, against that turgid background of a horrible and bloody mischancing of human affairs.”
You have seen (more or less) what was February like for me. Now tell me... what was February like for you? Are you happy that it's already March or do you feel like time is flying too fast?Are you looking forward to the spring?
As far as blogging goes, it seems that I have became more focused on fashion illustrations. In the next month the illustrations will have their place, but there will be more focus on DIY....or at least I think so, because I'm kind of heading in that direction. Apart from that, I have no plans. I have so many ideas when it comes to what I want to blog about, that I often have hard time deciding what not to include. As always, feel free to write about what you would like to see.
Vidjeli ste (više-manje) kako sam provela veljaču...sada mi recite, kakav je vama bio prošli mjesec? Veselite li se proljeću? Jeste li jedva dočekali ožujak ili vam je vrijeme prebrzo proletjelo? Ne zaboravite da nam možda i nije još stiglo i da ime za mjesec ožujak potječe od st…
Here it is: the first dress I have ever made entirely by myself. I did make some summer dresses in the past, but I had sown them without a pattern and a sewing machine and at any rate I wouldn't call them very accomplished. I mean, they weren't nearly as polished as this dress and they were not nearly as complex to make. I'm very happy with how this dress turned out. I'm even happier I took this sewing course in the first place because now I can make more dresses like this one! If you remember my November highlights post, you might remember that I've mentioned how I've recently finished a beginning fashion tailoring and sewing course with designer Stanka Zovko.
I promised to show you the dress I made for my course 'graduation'. At the end of this lovely sewing course, you get to choose not only what you're going to make, but also the material and the pattern. The sewing pattern is typically chosen from one of the sewing magazines this designer has …
With winter at our doorstep, I think it's important to make the most out of the left over autumn days. With that in mind, my husband and I payed another visit to our favourite (still not officially opened!) ethno village in vicinity of Medugorje. I wrote about this eco/ethno village a number of times, so if you want to know more (or just see more photographs) feel free to check out my old posts here, here, here, here and here. Autumn is Herzegovina is always gorgeous, and this year hasn't been an exception. We had some sudden weather changes and drastic changes of temperature, but I would still describe this autumn as a beautiful one. The Sunday this photographs were taken on was rather gorgeous, so I'm certainly glad we went on this little trip. I know I'm repeating myself, but I do cherish moments like this. Every time I step into this little village, I feel as if the time has stopped or rather like I have just travelled in time. It's such a charming place! I h…