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Monday, 30 June 2014

Summer party planning

Hey there.

Monday mornings tend to be hard on us; after a lovely weekend, we are pulled back to our daily rituals (in my case: my office desk).
One way to relieve the stress is daydreaming, and some planning for a future weekends. Since it's a lovely summer, and we're expecting great weather - I'm thinking about a party.

This is a guide we're using!

Pimm's is a brand of fruit cups, but may also be considered a liqueur.
Pimm, a farmer's son from Kent, became the owner of an oyster bar in the City of London, near the Bank of England. He offered the tonic (a gin-based drink containing a secret mixture of herbs and liqueurs) as an aid to digestion, serving it in a small tankard known as a "No. 1 Cup", hence its subsequent name.
A fascinating archive of vintage adverts showing the birth of the so-called 'Pimm's party' has emerged to mark the launch of the drink's first new flavour in 190 years; and I managed to catch them. :)
The adverts date back to the 1950s when the economy took a nosedive after the Second World War and many people socialised at home to save money.
It is thought the marketing team behind the gin-based drink realised this and launched the idea of a Pimm's party as a way to encourage sales of the beverage.

So, shall we have a party?

 First rule of any party planning -  a meny. And, these leaflets are giving us the general idea what sould be served (it's what we nowadays call "small bites")

You've set the tables, your guest are here, they mingle and everythignis smooth. But, every party looks the same, unles you find the way to make it memorable!
Just in case you lack originial ides on entertainment.. 

There we go - everthing is set for sucsess!

If anyone tries out this party before I do (and the probability for this is quite large, since major part of my friends is absent), let me know how it went down.

Have a wonderful and inspiring week!!!

Sunday, 29 June 2014

Love Story: Woman in White

Hello my friends!

This story is different.
It will give all of us an important lesson about ambition. Take a look:

There.. a story with a notion.
I think this one will stay in my mind (and my heart) for some time.. As for you, I hope you have a great weekend, full of laughter, great moments and fun!

Saturday, 28 June 2014

A house is a home: "Barcelona, such a beautiful horizon!"


Saturday morning - great weather, large sky above me.. and it's the perfect setting to daydream about a house. And I have a perfect house for this summer day. Allow me to open you the doors of:


The Barcelona has several appealing characteristics including the corner fireplace and round brick hearth, stucco exterior, and plaster interior walls. The livingroom has windows on three sides which would ensure plenty of light.

The square footage is about 1000 with two nice bedrooms, both with light on two sides, and a kitchen with easy access to the basement and service entrance.  

Until next time.. dream on!

Friday, 27 June 2014

Tour de France is getting closer!

Hello there!

After yesterday's small lunch I had for my family, to celebrate this blog's birthday, today is "business as usual", as they say.
But, not quite. I feel anxious, as I do every year in this time...

I am an avid fan of cycling. As a matter of fact, it is my favorite sport. No, it is the only sport I was and am interested in (despite the fact that the major population of my countrymen are dazzled by tennis and football these days). I'm counting days 'till it starts... the greatest of the races: Tour de France.

First of all, let me show you my bicycle:

Not a vintage bike, I'm aware of it (I got a 1970's model, but I had to trade it)
Not the prettiest of bikes, not even a new one... but for the places I'm going
this yellow-fella is perfect companion

And now, let me give you a story about a Tour from days-gone-by.

Tour boss Henri Desgrange was steaming over the 1929 Tour. Maurice De Waele, even though he had taken ill in the Alps, had emerged the victor. At one point during the '29 Tour De Waele was unable to eat solid food and could only swallow water with a little sugar dissolved in it. His all-powerful Alcyon team had protected him, pushing him up mountains and blocking attacks. Collusion with other teams was assumed. Feeling that the trade teams were ruining his race and its integrity, Desgrange set about recasting the Tour de France.

Desgrange was never one to stick stubbornly to a formula that didn't work, even if it were his own brainchild. Desgrange searched for a new way to inject sparkle and competition into his race. He found it. He dispensed with the trade teams he hated so much. Not until 1962 would bicycle companies and other manufacturers again sponsor teams in the Tour de France. In the place of trade teams, he created a system of national and regional teams. Riders would now ride for France, Italy, Spain and other countries. To fill out the race, when needed, regional teams such as Normandy and Alsace-Lorraine also rode. At the inception of this system the riders would ride identical, yellow (of course) anonymous bikes.

The public instantly greeted the national team proposal as a fine idea. The team sponsors grumbled that they lost publicity during the most important race of the season. Moreover, they were still obliged to continue to pay the racer's salaries.

This presented a huge problem and a huge risk. No longer would the team sponsors pay the substantial expenses of running the teams during the Tour. The Tour organization would be responsible for transport, food and lodging, a huge undertaking. Where would the money come from? And suppose the bicycle manufacturers became sufficiently angry at Desgrange's move and withdrew their advertising from his newspaper and Tour sponsor, L'Auto? L'Auto was born out of just such an advertiser's rebellion 30 years before.

Desgrange had an audacious idea. He invented the publicity caravan. Companies could pay the Tour a fee to follow the Tour with their logo'd trucks and cars, advertising their products.

The publicity caravan took a while to get going. The Menier Chocolate company was the first to sign up, and was 1 of only 3 companies that participated in the caravan the first year. Today, even with trade teams back in the race, the caravan continues to be an important part of the color and magic of watching the Tour.

Desgrange also disposed of his team time trial format and went back to mass-starts. He dispensed with the riders-must-do-their-own-repairs and finish-with-the-starting-bike rules. Now a rider could get a bike from a following vehicle and receive assistance from his teammates. As we will see in the 1930 Tour, this had a huge effect on the outcome. With these changes Desgrange had officially recognized that professional bicycle racing is a sport contested by teams and won by individuals.

With the best French riders now all on one team, French teams were able to begin a run of 5 straight wins. At the time France possessed cycling talent with real depth. The 1930 team was filled with great riders: Charles Pélissier, André Leducq, Antonin and Pierre Magne, Victor Fontan and Marcel Bidot.

The Italian team included immortal riders Alfredo Binda and Learco Guerra. Belgium sent Joseph Demuysére, Aimé Dossche and Louis Delannoy. This was a race with truly worthy competitors.
The touriste-routier classification of independent riders was retained, with some of them put into regional teams.

Desgrange cut the distance from the 5,276 kilometers of 1929 to 4,818 kilometers. He also reduced the number of stages from a high of 24 in 1927 and 22 in 1929 to 21 in 1930. This gave him an average stage length of 229 kilometers. Compare this to 1916's (about the same in 1923) 360 kilometers and it becomes clear that the Tour was becoming a race with greater emphasis on speed and less on brute endurance.

The French team won the Tour, won 12 of the 21 stages and put 6 of their riders in the top 10 in the General Classification. Needless to say, the French were well pleased with the new format. Charles Pélissier, giving almost daily lessons in sprinting to the other racers, had won 8 stages.
Final 1930 Tour de France General Classification:
1. André Leducq (France): 172 hours 12 minutes 16 seconds
2. Learco Guerra (Italy) @ 14 minutes 13 seconds
3. Antonin Magne (France) @ 16 minutes 3 seconds
4. Joseph Demuysére (Belgium) @ 21 minutes 34 seconds
5. Marcel Bidot (France) @ 41 minutes 18 seconds
6. Pierre Magne (France) @ 45 minutes 42 seconds

Oh, let me introduce you to the winner; this is André Leducq:

Pretty as a picture, right?
(one of the reasons why us girls should watch the Tour)

The organizing newspaper, l'Auto named a meilleur grimpeur ("best climber"), an unofficial precursor to the modern King of the Mountains competition.
All in all, Tour de France from 1930 introduced a lot of new things to cycling. It also lifted some cyclist to stardom (this fella above is the proof of that - he won 25 stages in nine rides) and it introduced this amazing sport to masses - yours truly among those fascinated by it.

I hope this story was as interesting to you as it is to me (or, at lest, that you have allowed yourselves to learn something new). I don't know about you, but there's seven more days, and I'm looking forward so much...

Thursday, 26 June 2014

First birthday - yes, it's been a year!

Hey there.

Today is a special day. Today is my little blog's first birthday.

Happy birthday to this blog!

To celebrate this event, I'll be more personal with you, and answer some questions (stay 'till the end, there are more surprises to come!)

I wanted to share something of my own with you, my dreams and ideas.. and without a slightest fear of arming some of the less-happy crowd with a smacking-tools, I'm telling you more about myself. 

If you could…

    Travel anywhere, where would it be?
Anywhere in the world? There's a list. It changes according to my own mood. Some days, on the top of my list is a sunny beach in Greece, in other days it's a tundra region in the north of Siberia. I would like to visit some of the world's loveliest gardens, and some of the monuments of the Old World. I would give priority to architectural wonders over a night out any time.

    Meet anyone, who would it be?
I'd have to go for Neil Gaiman. I find his writing astonishing, and I believe he'd have couple of things to say, that would be amusing. Other than him, I wouldn't mind finding myself in a conversation with one of the Fortunate 500, and maybe get some hints of how a world greatest minds work. Who knows, maybe some of their advises get to me, and makes me a better human being.

    Bring anyone dead back to life, who would it be?
Darn. That's a hard one. Loved ones that are gone, I suppose. But, than again, that might hurt more that it would benefit me. So, I'll play this one safe: I'd bring someone like Zaza Gabor. Yes, her. She'd be a magnificent choice - I'd love to see her in this modern world. As one of her quotes goes "I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man I keep his house". Can you imagine what wonders she would do nowadays?

    Be anyone for a day, who would it be?
As a matter of fact, I like myself best, than you very much. :) If this had to be done, I guess I could manage a day in the shoes of someone who rents surf-boards on a tropical island. You see, I'm not much of a dreamer in that way, and I never tried to imagine myself as someone who reached stardom. Another one is: the owner of a vintage tea-shop. A stress free, friendly and smiling person - I'd like to be that for a day.

    Get anything for free for the rest of your life what would it be?
A house.
There's no thinking about that one. And, I believe you all knew that one. I am boring on this subject, and I will continue to bore everyone with it; but One day I will have a house I can call my own. Even if it takes some magic dust to make it happen.

    Change one thing about your life what would it be?
Being able to stand up strong and say "No" to certain people. Being more pushy in that way, since I'm one of those people who are so polite, so shy, that it disables me from pushing some unwanted things (folks) out. I was told I am so much into "Cinderella: pouring dust over my head" that I literally run away when someone wants to say a good thing about me, or praise me. That's another thing I might consider: being just a bit ambitious. My mom said once they cut my umbilical cord, they have also cut any and all my ambition in life. :)

    Have any superpower what would it be?
Being the One-who-walks-the dreams. It would be so powerful, if I'd be able to move around my dreams without the fear that I have yet again lost my keys (we all have that dream, right?). And to be able to control my dreams, at least a bit.

    Be any animal for a day which would you be?
A cat.
Have you ever enjoyed a day of cat-watching? They move so gracefully, and live so effortlessly. They yawn, stretch, move around, and lay down again. Masters of manipulation.. or are those just the traits of my own cats? Amazing creatures.

    Date anyone who would it be?
A strong-willed and intelligent man. Know any? Oh, wait - I have to chose a celebrity or something like that? No, I could never, I'm way to shy to be seen in public, I'd melt down from shame.. 

    Change one thing about the world what would it be?
I'd like to see our civilization be more.. civil and polite. I'd bring back good manners. It'll improve our live greatly. Do you remember how they used to say "Know your place?". Indeed, that would be great to have back; being aware where we are, who we are and what are we supposed to act like in a certain place and/or situation.

    Live in any fictional universe which would you choose?
One with Mother Goddess as a deity. Pre-Christian times, of Nature's magic and druids.. that pretty much sounds like it. I suppose it's got to do with my fascination with all things green.

    Eliminate one of your human needs which would you get rid of?
Hard to say - I like what makes us human. Does flatulence counts? :)

    Change one thing about your physical appearance what would it be?
We are all wain. I'm trying to understand why we are like that, so that I could find a way to fight it. I don't like how I bloat, like a bloat-fish. It's an aesthetics-thing. And my Hobbit-feet. :) They are the reason I prefer wearing closed shoes.

    Change one of your personality traits which would you choose?
Getting angry. I tend to get angry and my face is incapable of hiding emotions. So, when getting angry comes to me, it shows. And I do tend to think less rationally.

    Be talented at anything instantly what would you choose?
I'd chose to be a great public speaker. I can write, but I can't tell what I write. Words fail to come out of my mouth with the same quality as they do on paper.

    Forget one event in your life which would you choose?
One? Just one? Since I do tend to get tangled-up in quite the number of strange situations, I suppose I need more that one. Fortunately, I do forget them. I truly do. Once something is so overwhelming or frustrating, my mind erases it. First day of school - I have no recollection of it. My final thesis - no memories of it. I say: mind is powerful. 

    Erase an event from history (make it so it never happened) which would you choose?
Events after WWII - the Party and all their doings. The land confiscation that came after the war, and way justified with "for the grater good". Some families lost a lot, just to see it move from one owner to another; and lastly to witness their fatherland being sold by the State to the ones who could afford it. That I'd like to erase. (No, my land was not confiscated - we had none) :)

    Have any hair/eye/skin color, which would you choose?
I have green eyes, and my entire family has blue. I don't mind it, but sometimes I used to wonder what would my face look like if they were deep blue like my mom's. Skin is what I like about myself. And my hair color comes from a tube, so no worries there. 

    Be any weight/body type, which would you choose?
Yes, goodness yes: I'm quite masculine. (Have you ever heard that song "Masculine women, feminine men"?). I'd prefer to have an hour-glass figure. Alas, once I start to do any physical activity (and we all need to be physically active) my body shifts back to it's natural state. Let me tell you one thing: I must not lift weights. Know that fear of "girls who lift weight will become like Stallone"? - well, I would.

    Live in any country/city, where would you choose?
England. Home of "Gardener's world", Agatha Christie's lovely Miss Marple and her adventures, tea culture, wearing hats on events.. see: numerous reasons. No, I would not chose London, or Liverpool or Glasgow. I'd go for some quiet little place in Cornwall, probably.

    Change one law in your country, which would you change?
Ohohooo.. you got me here. You do know I'm a governmental worker? It is my duty to obey all laws, and to tell you the truth some times it's too hard to ignore the "gray zones". One I would not like to change (but irradiate!) is our new-coming Labor Law - a dreadful thing that'll make our working lives... pardon me, this in not a blog on politics (Funny story: before Purple Pinky Honey became vintage-world it was my online journal on politics)

    Be any height, which would you choose?
As a matter of fact, I'm tall (173 cm, that's about 5'8''), and being this size can be daunting - not much men nowadays look for tall girls, they prefer the shorter and slender ones. So, I'd go for being the highest of 168 cm. That would be nice(er).

    Have any job in the world, which would you choose?
If I had no fear of failing, and no fear of my head suddenly exploding, I'd write. Since I do fear of failing and being financially ruined, I opt for the Scarlet O'Hara recipe "I will never go hungry again" - so I stay safe and sound in my office. (Oh, but I have so many stories - I just don't share them.. I'm greedy like that

    Have anything appear in your pocket right now, what would it be?
An slice of melon. 
What?! Wait, let me pick something else.. (but I really want a slice of melon now!). Shouldn't I be more intelligent and pick a huge lump of cash?!

    Have anyone beside you right now, who would it be?
Right now? A whole band. I'd like to hear some live music right now.

That's it.
Oh, wait.. no, that's not it. There's something else.

Allow me to Beam you back to 1930's

This is the place for all things Hollywood

I haven't got any better way to celebrate this amazing year I have had here with you, other than sharing something amazing. You see, I've found a massive collection of magazines, and I'm a sharing person. That is why I have decided to make another little spot on the Web, where there will be nothing else than magazine's pages. From me. To you.

Again: THANK YOU all for being here with me for an entire year!

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

BURDA Wednesday

Good day.

I have for you a wonderful issue, full of bloom and new designs. This issues remained whole, so I'll be splitting it in two segments.

This morning, I woke up to see that it has rained last night. It is good? Well, for me it is, the temperature dropped, and I can breathe againg, however it's now harvest season for the wheat; and this sudden drop of temperature will cause moist to go back ožinto seeds, so the humidity will rise and it'll requre artificial drying. Has this made any sense to anyone? :)
I won't bother you more, it's Wednesday - and it's Burda time!

Let's head back to March 1955.

In this issue we have seen the slow changes that will eventualy lead to sleek forms and tight-fitting skirts. Also, we have been shown the check-board dresses (adorable ones!), new ways of wearing your shirts and some new cleavage cuts.
I hope this has inspired you, my friends.

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Advices on love, old but not outdated!

Hello there!

I was looking around for a new set of love stories (come on, we all know how much we all appreciate Sunday morning and our weekly reads on love), and I have came across an interestig segment. 

Advices on love?!
Well, yes, indeed.

Advice columns are inexpensive to produce and engage reader interest, and have therefore been staples of the newspaper business for almost as long as there has been a newspaper business. 
Early examples appeared in print in the 1700s, and offered comfort and suggestions to readers, primarily women, facing romantic difficulties. As the circulation of newspapers grew in the 19th century, and as an emerging middle class was increasingly interested in reading human interest stories, these columns proliferated.
Modern advice columnists have expanded the original model, which dealt mostly with questions of romance and manners, and began to address the theme of sexuality as well.

In case any of you ever feel the need to ask for help, I don't dare to reccomend myself, but I  have found the strongest column out there - "Dear Abby". Click on the link, and ask away. (I am not prying, am I?) There's no shame in asking questions. Or, as my grandpa used to say:
He who asks - does not get lost.
Have you ever dared to give out advices on romance and love? 

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Love Story: I was a Fugitive from Love

Hello there!

The weather here was quite nice, and I was invited by a friend to spend and afternoon with her, in the city - as we haven't seen each other for some time. I was wonderful, to be able to change location for a while, and to break the monotony of days.

It's Sunday. I'm not going anywhere (except the regular cycling around town). Today is the day for resting and recuperating. And.. There's a story for us!

I hope you're resting, charging up for next week and having a wonderful time!