The Ojibwa believe that a dreamcatcher changes a person's dreams. According to Konrad J. Kaweczynski, "Only good dreams would be allowed to filter through . . . Bad dreams would stay in the net, disappearing with the light of day. Good dreams would pass through and slide down the feathers to the sleeper.
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Oh dear lord, I am so sorry.... I didn't realize that the last picture was A) of horrible quality (this is what happens when you live by yourself - no one to take your picture!) and B) that my mess was in the background. I just snapped these pictures before I went to work yesterday, so didn't bother to look at them until now. Oh well.. You get the gist.
Hope all of you has a great weekend! My is being spent reading books and magazines, with inscence and candles lighting up my place.
Wearing; blouse, H&M; leather pants, H&M (old).
Peace
I've been wanting to go to Ireland for a long time now, but lately I've been wanting it even more. I guess I am picturing this dream scenario, with beautiful nature (which I really can't complaing about, considering the fact that I live in Norway), handsome-guitar playin'-singing Irish men, with pubs and Irish songs.. I'm a huge daydreamer, and this is occupying my mind at the moment. Why, you say? Because of this:
This is one sad movie. Seriously, I start crying just talking about it (not kidding - I was gonna explain it to my boyfriend, and I started crying). I'm not gonna write a movie review here, you guys just have to watch it yourselves. And now I am reading the book. It's 500 pages, and I've read 400 of them for the past 6 days. Yup, it's good. Anyway, I hope my next vacation will be Ireland.
Peace
P.S. I will be a better blogger from now on. But I think I might change a bit. Maybe a bit more lifestyle, and everything that inspires me - not just fashion.
Oh dear lord, I am so sorry.... I didn't realize that the last picture was A) of horrible quality (this is what happens when you live by yourself - no one to take your picture!) and B) that my mess was in the background. I just snapped these pictures before I went to work yesterday, so didn't bother to look at them until now. Oh well.. You get the gist.
I've been wanting to go to Ireland for a long time now, but lately I've been wanting it even more. I guess I am picturing this dream scenario, with beautiful nature (which I really can't complaing about, considering the fact that I live in Norway), handsome-guitar playin'-singing Irish men, with pubs and Irish songs.. I'm a huge daydreamer, and this is occupying my mind at the moment. Why, you say? Because of this:
This is one sad movie. Seriously, I start crying just talking about it (not kidding - I was gonna explain it to my boyfriend, and I started crying). I'm not gonna write a movie review here, you guys just have to watch it yourselves. And now I am reading the book. It's 500 pages, and I've read 400 of them for the past 6 days. Yup, it's good. Anyway, I hope my next vacation will be Ireland.