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There’s something about me and terracota pots :) I like them so much and I would want to buy many, definitely too many to put for our tiny balcony. Well, there would be some place to stack them, but I definitely couldn’t grow all the plants I wanted in them.

So, now, anytime we go to check a potentially new apartment or a house I always look for places to put my (non existent) terracotta pots and build imaginary scenes of herbs and other plants filled terracotta pots with wooden chairs and glasses of red wine on the table. It is almost like I could smell the air, filled with the mixture of Mediterranian herbs and pines in hot summer evenings. If there isn’t at least one suitable position to ignite my terracotta pots imagination there’s not much chance for me to like the place.

Until we find something appropriate to fit my terracotta pots expectations (and also other very important things, like books, children-room, grill, etc) I enjoy these in the nearest park:

Flowers in terracotta pots

Herbs in terracotta pots

Apparently, it’s not just me who has a thing for terracotta pots. Even Bridget Jones wrote:

“… than can be a freelance in home office, typing on roof terrace with herbs in terracotta pots!”
There you go. Is there anybody out there who doesn’t like them? Frankly, I don’t think so.

Last week was total crap.
I was at home, sick and hoping I would get better very soon. “Very soon” for me translates into - NOW! My hoping didn’t do any miracles and just today, finally, after five long days  I am feeling better. 
This means we could go out together to do our usual Saturday circle. First to the market to buy veggies and deliciously smelling sweet peaches, than a coffe, than home to cook lunch and a long playful afternoon in the park afterwards.

As Tamara goes to sleep very early we decided to have a peaceful, very simple meal - one that reminds us of Turkey and how much we would like to travel there. 
Here it is: tomatoes with olive oil, hummus, black olives and white cheese. And of course delicious white bread.

Turkish dinner in Slovenia

 As I was home sick, I was able to do some more knitting than usual and I am happy to report that Cherry lacks ‘just’ sleeves, which are luckily very short. I’ll go work on those now.

A while ago I promised a photo of Tamara wearing the pink hat. Here is she, taken on one of our strolls through the park:

Tamara wearing a pink hat

I have spent a year studying Norwegian in Norway, actually paa Birkeland. It’s a small village in Southern Norway and I can’t say that I had the time of my life there, but I’ve learned a lot of new things and most importantly met some really nice people and made friends with them.

So when I think of Norway, I usually think about my Japanese roommate, Chie who is a wonderful person and I admire her for her courage and determindness.  Then I also think about Celia, my classmate from Bolivia, who is so different from Chie (and from myself), but holds a very special place in my heart as well.

Then I think of things truly Norwegian – besides Norwegian pullovers (norsk genser), beautifuly rough Norwegian nature, high prices and candles, jordbaer syletetoey og brun ost are on my mind. This is what I’ve had for breakfast so many times during my stay in Norway and every time I go back I want to have some more of it. Delicious combination of traditional Norwegian brown cheese with strawbery jam on broedskive (a piece of bread).  

As this is the season of strawberies we have decided to make some strawbery jam  to enjoy it in the months to come. No brun ost to combine with it, unfortunately.

This weekend we attended a wedding - it was my co-worker who got married at a small castle here in Kamnik. I must say this was one of the loveliest wedding we’ve been too. Not pretentious, but not too simple or downgraded. A wedding with style, I must say.

Two weeks ago we attended another wedding, my cousins and that was almost a prototype-horror wedding for us. It took forever to come from one location to the other and frankly, it was not very well organized. Of course there were all my relatives and somehow I had a strange feeling that we don’t belong there. Not that we were too classy for their wedding, I think the wedding that they organized for themselves was too classy (in a way) for them. But when somebody would ask me, what was so classy, I could hardly name three classy things. Maybe just the subtle unease of everybody wearing the clothes they were not used to? Maybe it’s just that guests didn’t act as they belong there, to that scene in front of the church, searching for a shadow to hide away from direct sun at three o’clock in the afternoon. Maybe it was just a feeling that the newlyweds thought only about themselves and not about their guests?

I relaized it is very important to understand why and for whom you are organizing the wedding. If you do it for yourself, than you should not invite other people. If you invite friends and relatives, think about how their day will look like and how do you want them to feel, there, with you on your wedding day.

That’s why I didn’t feel strange on my coworkers wedding even though I knew only a handful people there.

We’re back from our short trip to Bosnia. It was a nice trip, especially since I visited one of the best yarn stores I know of ;) Here’s what I bought:

4 skeins of brown and 4 skeins of green cotton for myself:

and 4 skeins of St.george for Tamara:

We’ve had wonderful sunny weather, so Tamara enjoyed herself immensly:

More words later :)