Friday, September 26, 2014


Few weeks ago. I was enjoying the countryside and aesthetically winding paths while the little guy was noticing grasshoppers and beetles. I went mushroom picking, by myself for the first time, found many mushrooms but not the right ones. The forest was pretty anyway, with the non- or less edible mushrooms around. And it was so quiet that I heard a wild bird above me swinging his wings! It was like somebody was lashing a stick. Pretty cool!

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Monday, August 18, 2014


It is strange to be back at home. I mean in Prague. We came back a day before yesterday and suddenly all the experience is so far away.

Friday, July 11, 2014

TIe-dye batik

I got inspired by these pictures on Fine Little Day blog. Tie-dye batik. They look better in real, I tell you. They are so big and the patterns on them look like x-ray pictures or insects, row of bees and sawyers, you can watch them endlessly. Well, before you finally get tired of them. I am sure the Czech Hindu people living across the street from us are envious now..

A quote

Napsala školačka do návštěvní knihy na jedné výstavě:
"Bylo to moc krásné, a byly takové věci, který jsou takové, že skoro nemůžu jít dál jsou tak krásné."

A school kid wrote in the visitor's book at the exhibition:
"It was so beautiful, and such things were that they are such that I cannot almost keep walking how beautiful they are."

This show.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Lovely holiday

Lovely holiday so far. Really. Only if it wasn't for the bad accident my dad had at the pool. He slipped and here we go: concussion, stitches, screening, bleeding, operation. He is depressed, my kid had a shock, I am holding together.

Friday, June 27, 2014


The last day of school today. Domík got all ones. Good. But all the kids got all ones. So we still don't know whether he is clever or stupid. But I think that he is clever, I am his mother and I must know that the best, right? We are leaving for granddad's tomorrow and we will lead a small town life till the next week. I have a secret batik project. I have a secret not to do any work, not to even think about it. Bye bye.