Just white

I have to buy shoes. I have already tried to cover the holes in my old red boots with heart shaped pieces of black tape but a whole off hanging shoe sole is harder to cover! This year I have only bought one pair of shoes and one dress, I am quite happy with my old clothes. I am not saying I'm untidy or scruffy or careless, I just 1.like my old things 2.don't really need anything (but shoes obviously) 3.don't like trying things on in sweaty crowded shops 3.have extremely limited wardrobe space 4.don't have a lot of money. I usually only wear three colours: black, red and white which is a total opposite to the way I decorate my unicornfart home. I am truly limited when it comes to this and really sensitive to the feeling of "not being myself" if I for instance have some blue in my outfit. Silly me. I have been avoiding this fecking boot issue for months now and the weather is really getting to my toes! I am seriously considering replacing the old pair with a similar new one... X

Orange

(I just ordered a new camera, I'm so so excited!) It's a night of a chilly day. I am home alone making Christmas cards and a mess with glass paints. Now I have ex tomato sauce jars making funny patterns on the walls. (I hope this is the last photo posted taken with the poor old camera...)

I like seeing pictures of people's cute homes and quirky details in them. (I also like going for walks on the dark streets because that way I can steal a glimpse of someone's lit kitchen or sitting room through the windows!) I wonder if I should make some kind of a home post too when my new lovely Canon arrives. It's not that this flat is something spectacular and amazing but it's really dear to me. And it might be that I will be moving soon (again) since it's just too damn cold in here and I need to document the place before it's forever gone for me. X

Pinkish With Fluffy Grey

I started no-poo-washing my hair this week. All the chemicals and unknown, weird, strange stuff in hair products has started bothering me. Now instead of shampoo I'm using baking soda mixed with water and instead of conditioner organic apple cider vinegar mixed with water. If my hair feels extra dry after washing I'll just add some coconut oil to the ends. Yesterday I also washed my hair with only water, just to see how it'd end up. The little grease in my hair was melted away by the hot water and afterwards my hair was almost like it was washed with shampoo. Instead of dry shampoo I'm going to try cinnamon and coco powder! I used to be a proper hairspray junkie with my victory rolls and all sorts of mental hairdos but I've found out I'm okay also with less stiffness in my head area (I remember a teacher in primary school whose hair was so hard that when someone threw an eraser at her, it just bounced off without her noticing anything!). I'll be updating about my progress, apparently during the first weeks I'll be looking like a right mess so lots of bandanas for CreaTea.... X

Green And Shiny Yellow

I forever feel wanderlust. I have a home in three countries, with many people and in many places yet to discover. There's the country where I was born and raised, the country where I escaped to, where I was free for the first time, where I was silly and young and happy and sad, and the country I always dreamed about, where I live now. In my heart I am homeless, I've never settled anywhere. I always think about the next step, how to pack my bags and continue my search for a place where I feel I want to stay. I am always missing the places I am not in and the people I am not with. Sometimes to the extent that it feels like I forget where I actually am and who I am with. I forget to appreciate and I forget to be thankful.

I am stingy when it comes to building nests, careers, relationships. I never get too comfortable in a room, in a role or with a person. I wouldn't paint walls or buy something heavy because it would make it more difficult to leave. I wouldn't take a position of responsibility in a company or commit to a long lasting education, make a CreaTea shaped hole in some material. I wouldn't open my heart and head and past and future to a person because it could turn into an anchor. 

In the end I carry my home with me like a snail. I am me, my own person. I think I am getting there, I am finding a place to stay. I've seen a corner, a chimney, a smile. I even bought a rough chest of drawers, painted it and changed the knobs! X

Almost Blue

The place I live in is in constant progress, movement, evolution. For a longish time the light bulb in the hall was hanging from the ceiling alone without a cover. The space that you just pass so fast on your way in or out was being undeniably neglected. I didn't want anything too big or long or wide or otherwise massive because the hall itself is not very large or high (when entering as a group you must walk in as a queue!). What is not too big and fits as a lampshade? A tin! More precisely a tin that once contained a bottle of lovely smell (slightly bigger than a regular bean tin). Some rainbow paint, a few random holes to create night sky light dots on the walls and ceiling when the light is on and a spirit lifting lampshade is born. X

Brick Red

It's been really cold lately, both outside and in. 14 degrees in the flat! I knew I had to do something, that something was a snake. I put my flowery wellies on and walk-run to the shop in the rain falling like icy needles. I bought 4 kilos of rice. At home I chose two pairs of old tights and cut the legs off. I placed the legs inside each other to form a strong tube, filled it with rice and tied the end closed.

At this stage I need to tell you a little story of a string of events that only ever take place in the life of Createa. Last summer I flew from my home in the Other Country to the home in This Country. In total I had to take three flights to make the journey. The first flight was late of course, which caused me to miss my next flight and the flight after that. Unfortunately my bag didn't miss the flight but continued alone somewhere in the world (I heard he had been to at least Belgium but no one was quite so sure where else). I ended up arriving home in time, my bag arrived two weeks later, burned and in absolute bits. One of the clothes damaged inside it was a green-red flowery circle skirt that I had made myself about 4 years ago (so many fours in this text!). I didn't want to throw the remains away, I always think something new can be made of everything old. Also this time the remaining lovely fabric (wee bit burned smelling) was turned into the snake's skin!

Now the pretty snake is stretched over the massive gap between the floor and the front door to stop the draught from penetrating my home. X

White With Some Yellow

I just came from work. I don't like to work. I don't like being somewhere at a certain time and smile to rude people. I don't like being stressed. I'd so much prefer being at home, painting, going for walks, cuddling, baking, writing. I work only to earn enough to live somewhere, wash and eat occasionally. I don't save or go out or buy things. I don't think I'm lazy, I'm just a simple misanthropist I guess, and motivated by creativity instead of money and ambition (I always even have to check this word up in the dictionary because I don't remember it or it's just simply not a part of my vocabulary). I have absolutely no career plans. I have a university degree in something that doesn't inspire or interest me. Getting older I get more and more confused about what I'd want to do with this precious life. I just want to be happy! I want to be calm and content. I want to do and make things with my hands. X