rusty hinge

my plan for today was simple:

work work and work..

there should be four of us at excavations 

plus our boss

but others have yet to come

meaning - i have to do job of four people

to manage 3 different excavation sites 

(with a little help of my boss)

take all the pictures

make all the sketches

write all the data myself

so.. you get the idea

busy days at site

and busy afternoons by the computer

..

so.. i had a plan for today

plan to finish all the documentation from past week

..

but then the sound woke me up 

in the middle of the night

sound of the rusty hinge 

repeating every couple of seconds

one rather annoying sound

..

so i spent the rest of the night

trying to figure out what makes that sound

where the damn hinge is

..

then i spent half of the day

trying to figure out what makes that sound

found no rusty hinge

nor anything similar

..

by the early afternoon

my brain decided that the sound is produced by an owl chick 

(why owl? beats me.. 

my brain works in strange ways)

so i spent the rest of afternoon 

trying to prove that theory

listening dozens of different owl chick squeaks 

..

then i found it

sound of the long eared owl

that's what's bothering me for hours

..

then i tried to locate the loud fella 

and,  miraculously, i found not one, but two of them..

i tried to photograph them

and, miraculously, my boss forgot his fancy camera when he left home for weekend

so i snapped a few close-up shots

..

it's bedtime

job is still unfinished

'cause i dedicated my entire day to ridiculous quest

and, no matter how cute little feather balls are

sound is still annoying

..

is someone gonna help me

to see what's the moral of this story

i'm too tired of squeaks to do that myself 

..

mokosha

doors

getting internet happened to be

way easier than i thought

'cause we happen to have cable net

in the house we're staying at

..

we are located in northern serbia, in a beautiful small village

small hungarian village, to be exact

so i almost feel like being abroad

(especially when communicating with our landlady

who speaks no serbian

so we talk with our hands, drawing our thoughts in the air

and finger pointing various things)

..

it was rainy this morning

so we decided not to work today

and i used the afternoon to walk a lot

get to know the village

and find some nice spots for future photo shoots 

..

not really sure

how i ended up with billion door pictures instead

but i like this little collage i made

and thought to share it with you

..

mokosha

sleepless

blouse - thrifted

pants - trifted

shoes - flea market, vintage

belt - terranova

leaving for excavations early in the morning
for an unknown period of time
..
i'm super excited about everything:
new people i'm going to meet
new places i'm going to discover
and, above all, new and exciting things we might dig up this time
..
this is going to be one sleepless night
every time i'm this much excited
about some trip or new excavations start
(or new idea for the dress)
i loose the ability to fall asleep
..
when i settle down a bit
i'm going to find ways to have internet access
if it works out, i won't abandon le blog this time
(so, expect a bronze age skeleton instead of a new frock
every once in a while)
..
mokosha

getting ready

ruffle blouse - self made

skirt - vintage (gift)

heels - newyorker

clutch - self made

these are my new trowels

aren't they cute?

yes, i matched my outfit to them

..what?

like, you don't do that all the time?

..

mokosha

festive

dress - self made

blazer - mom's 

boots - air step

belt - peacocks

it was nikola's 30th birthday the other day
and our 7th anniversary
and it's easter today
really colorful and lovely couple of days
with bbq parties
tons of baking
and romantic dinners
..
even the never ending rain
and my pms
failed to ruin our festive spirit
..
mokosha

newest obsessions

skirt - vintage

blouse - thrifted

blazer - gap, thrifted

heels - newyorker 

bow brooch - self made

screamin' jay hawkins.. 

i'm insanely obsessed with him

good ol' jay has put a spell on me

and i don't want it removed

..

blazers.. i want them in all colors

and all cuts

and all shapes 

and all sizes 

..

stinky cheese 

any type of it

the stinkier the better

i want it for breakfast lunch dinner

and for snack too

..

ideal day:

i have pecorino and rocket salad for breakfast

blue cheese and some ripe goat cheese for lunch

with focaccia and wine 

some grilled cheese for dinner

or maybe czech stinky cheese and beer

maybe even a damn cheesecake..

i wear a moschino blazer

and by the bedtime

i can perform 'constipation blues' better than mr screamin' jay ever could himself

..

mokosha

5 things

dress - thrifted, altered to fit 

my new friend - morimus funereus aka long horned beetle (aka strizibuba)

5 things you can do wearing white-pink gingham circle dress:

walk barefoot through the woods

attract insects

make little boys smile 

have your skirt blown up, seven year itch style

replace a toilet seat in your bathroom 

..

mokosha

real selves

blouse - self made

blazer - zara (gift)

skirt - vintage

flats - peacocks

bag - no name
belt - peacocks


as i told you
i do silly jobs at fashion week
like zipping things up
hand sewing buttons
moving clothes here and there
matching it with right shoes
and all other kind of silliness
..
because none of what i do there is really important
my job makes me invisible
to all the 'real' workers in fashion
various vip wannabees, stylists, make up and hair artists, designers, models and other
and i absolutely love that
i always feel like some sort of sociologist
doing a research on human nature
'cause i get to see their real selves
..
if i would be introduced to those peeps
as a blogger
or an art historian
or even an archaeologist
they may look at me differently
and act differently
but.. i'm not introduced in any way
i'm just a girl moving clothes from here to there
and i'm invisible and therefore not important
so they drop the act
..
it's a funny thing
what a dash of fame can do to a human
and how swollen an ego can get
..
mokosha