For the heart
Jun
30
2022
“One thread for the needle, one love for the heart.” — Sudanese love proverb
“One thread for the needle, one love for the heart.” — Sudanese love proverb
I met Réka in one of my favourite stores in Vienna. She’s been living here for seven years. She works as a shop assistant at NKD but she is also a very talented illustrator. Above all, she brights up the store with her radiant presence. There are many Hungarians living in Vienna and it is always a pleasure to suddenly realize: “I’m from Hungary too!”🥰
This is not the first time I meet her. In summer months, she stands every day at the entrance of Budapest’s central market (Fôvám tér). Inviting tourists and Hungarians with genuine kindness to the nearby traditional Hungarian restaurant, Pipa (Pipe).
When a lady from Kalocsa starts embroidering on an old sewing machine, magical things happen🌸
Yesterday I visited Fejér county and met a wonderful lady who shares my love for embroidered and folkart textiles. She has two very cute dogs and a third one that was born in the body of a chicken but always hangs out where the dogs are🦃
Erzsi néni / Aunt Erzsi working on her beautiful Kalocsai tablecloth. I could have sat next to her all day watching her create this amazing piece of art. She was so radiant and so generous of spirit❤️
The new Museum of Ethnography in Budapest is diginified and magical. Opened just a few days ago, it introduces a world of the people for the people. While the main permanent exhibit will only open next year, the current, smaller, yet beautifully diverse exhibit deeply resonates with where our foremothers and forefathers came from and what a precious heritage they left for us❤️
Sometimes one needs to be patient with one’s self, take life at a slower speed, and enjoy the little things. You will get there.
I miss kitties but last week, I had the fortune to meet several of them. You just can’t help falling in love with cats when they begin to court you. Especially black cats 🐈⬛
I love driving roads in the countryside. The lovely small villages, the vast fields where one gets a sense of what our grandparents’ lives must have been like. Often hard to stop on the sides of these roads but at the border of Héhalom I had to stop to take some photos. Magical spring fields when the poppies are ready to shine for summer.
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