hey laziness!!

yes, you. you always come uninvited and insist on doing your thing, which is actually not always 'my thing'. you start a civil war on the borders and don't leave without any loss or casualties. stop invading my space and stop patronising me with your bullshit about not judging you and all that new-age terminology of yours. and no, my big mountain of laundry ironing on a sunday does not give you the privilege to be here, so go away.

ok, feel better now...

not a domestic goddess

i had some problems with my camera, therefore failed to document a post i had in mind which was kind of more thematic than this. on the other hand, there's something that looks like a very promising thematic activity over the week-ends for me: ironing. i mean heaps of it and for hours. while this new understanding of 'going back to domesticity' theme is making some women on the blogosphere look spectacularly good (with their home-made pickle making skills and sewing adventures), i am suffering. and i'm jealous. the dilemma.

in the meantime, istanbul at the background was grinding and buzzing. honestly, i can almost hear the vibrations of the city. so i went out and walked in it and contributed to the buzz. i came back and made myself a frozen yogurt with pieces of fresh peaches in. my domestic endeavours are -as you may already have noticed- far from being sophisticated but that yogurt was delicious, with a hint of cinnamon on top. here are some completely irrelevant and random snaps (these wooden guys at the last image are from my grandad which i absolutely adore: a team of a bottle opener and a wine opener).