We've been searching for nice postcards to send to my family, but all shops had the same cards that I sent last time we were here. After a long day of roaming around and eating a few cheesecakes, we bumped into this studio, that makes postcards from your own photos. Now when I have the traditional bulgarian costume, I thought to make paper doll cards.
This year we celebrate Holiday Time together with Mr. Strong. We went to near forest in the middle of the night, and cut nice looking christmas tree. For dinner we wanted to hunt a rabbit, but we found something more delicious, a reindeer.
Some restaurants here in Sofia have menus in english. I thought to try something new and order in bulgarian, the dish was called пилешка супа. -"Delicious", said the waitress and smiled. I had to believe, though in the corner of my eye I saw her winking to Mr. Strong.
Well, I waited for some 45 minutes, got my dish, and there it was. A bowl full of chicken hearts, local delicacy. Next thing I remember was lying in a ladies' room floor.
Few days ago we went walking downtown Sofia with Mr. Strong, when I saw this poster. It was about russian children's character called Cheburashka. I got so inspired, it's a Cheburashka costume party!
The history of Bulgaria is still a bit unknown to me, but I realized the poster was about the exhibition, which again was about soviet socialist times in Bulgaria, seen through the eyes of youngsters of those times. I think I need to learn this language, but at least I have a Cheburashka costume for cold winter days!
- Mr. Strong! Oh, you never guess what happened to me! I'm so late for our meeting, but I had to make an emergency landing to Romania. My plane made funny sounds, then it suddenly started losing the height, and I had to land somewhere. I was only few hours from the border of Bulgaria, when I had to crash my plane to Transilvania mountains.
It was snow everywhere, all I could see were mountains and darkness. I left my plane, started walking and searching for something alive from freezing Transilvania. I came to a castle...
... knocked on the door, and before I even realized something bit me on my neck.
Then I woke up.
- And that's how it happened. But now I'm here, so we can start roaming around Sofia.
After a long month full of work, we decided to take a small vacation with Mr. Strong. Here I am, at the Helsinki airport, going to Bulgaria. It's in south Europe, so it must be a warm place. I will report more when I get there. Mr. Strong didn't dare to step on my plane, so we will meet in Sofia tomorrow.
I hope my navigator knows how to avoid snow clouds. Au Revoir!!
It was last saturday. I had lost my sense of time, when Mr. Strong suddenly showed up to my door. I didn't know what time it was. For last days I've been sitting in my room sewing, crochetting and stitching. My fingers hurt, but I had to finish everything for Ofelia. It's already this weekend.
Mr. Strong took me out to get some fresh air, he had some nice place in his mind. I was looking like I need a huge cherry pie, he told. My eyebags were so big I could have rent them as sleeping bags for someone. Well, we found the place, went inside, and I have to say it was the biggest cherry pie I've ever seen. Mr. Strong was so thoughtful and kind to take me here, even when he must've been busy too. He took whiskey, and disappeared.
This is what I've been making for Ofelia market. So cute tasty necessities; rings, brooches, notebooks and all. There's a few pieces of each of these, but I already took one of the spoon rings to use. My favourite is the apple container, there's quite a lot of space inside to hide your treasures.