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I just adore the Hungarian folk costume - it is full with the finest hand made embroidery, needlework and it is very colourful. Wild reds, greens, blues, yellows make the soul smiling. And it fits for every figure - nice on the slim ones, and makes the curvy ones even more desirable. Unfortunately no Hungarian women wear these ones nowadays, just on parades or in the tourist shops.
I always sing. Or hum. And I didn't even realise that I am doing it again. But I just have to since I was born. Luckily all my children loves to sing and dance just as much as I do. And they love when I sing for them. So there is just one person who feels sometimes bothered by our musical spirit. My husband, who'd like some silence. But with three children around us, there is no chance.
My ten years old daughter has beautiful skin. It's not a big deal - every ten years old has perfect skin. Bur hers is someting extraordinary. After just a little sunbath her skin became radiant light brown. As the sunshine became stronger, her little freckles became more visible. I find that just charming. And she loves her little spots too. I never understood how can somebody hate her own freckless, or call somebody names, when see a pretty face with these beauty marks. Its so vibrant, so lively and unique. So no doubt - I had to draw a princess with freckless too.
In Hungary we have the four traditional season. Cold winter, warm summer, rainy autumn and sunny spring. This winter a little bit extraordinary. Minus 25 Celsius is far more colder than the average Hungarian weather. The snow, and the ice is fun for a couple of days - but in February people are hoping, that the spring will come soon. I can't wait till the roses to see and smell. That's why I drew a rose princess today.
It is just the same excitement every year - this is the most important day of the year. The biggest celebration. We are preparing for months, reading magazines how to make the nicest decoration, the most perfect cake, the best Christmas ever. And this is just one day. It passes so fast. So, don't miss the most important thing - being together with your loved ones!
In Hungary there is no tradition of any Stockigng. We don't hang them above the fireplace. The Hungarian children gets their present right into their Boots. The children must to clean their boots with their own hands, and put it into the window. Santa Claus will visit every child in the evening of 6th of December. And who brings the present at Christmas Eve? The Angels. Yes, it's a bit different, but very nice.
I love to go around the Christmas Fayre. It is like a little taste of the real Christmas Spirit. Christmas Carols, Punch, Gingerman and Lights everywhere. And of course a giant Christmas Tree. Oh, yes - this is alwasy crowdy. Everyone wants to feel the Christmas time a little earlier. In Budapest, there is the best Christmas Fayre in the world. You can buy a lot of good quality product, and despite of the chill you have a warm welcome.
Five weeks to Christmas - isn't is unbeliebavle? This is the best part of the year,and everybody waited so much - and at the end, it passes so quick. Disappointing. But you can have it a little longer, with the advent time. So, countuing backwards starts next Sunday! Time to prepare with the calendar and the decoration!
Nothing is more glamorous, than sliding on the ice on one leg, than jumpi9ng high and doing some piruette. Of course in my fantasie. The truth is - skating is pretty hard work. I know, because I started to learn skating 5 weeks ago with my princesses. Yes, it's a bit too late in my age as an absolutely beginner - but it seemed fun and the course was open to adults too. At first I didn't want to join - but standing besides the ice was too freezing and boring. And skating seemed really fun. That part is true. That is fantastic! Altough my muscles aching and I am horrified from falling over. So, I am far from sliding on one leg and I don't know any tricks. But one thing is sure - that is a jolly good sport!
Bad cough, slight fever - nothing serious, but my princesses stayed home today. The GP didn't give us any medicine, because it is an evil virus. So, I must use the old mummy pampering methods - warm tea, hot chicken soup, a lot of fairy tale and good books. That always helps. No wonder, after a copule of hours they felt better and played through happily the whole school-free day.
My favourite Princess is who was escaped into the wood, and hiding in an old tree. She lived among the animals, and has no dress, but she was not naked, because she could cover herself in her long hair. But one day, she met with the prince, who take her home, and of course gave her nice dresses. I was always fascinated about how can be anyone so poor, that she has to live without any dresses. How can she lost that all? How can she cover herself? And that is so exciting, that she met with her love naked... Anyway it is a great story, what do you think?
As time goes by, birthdays are less and less important. But just for me. My daughters waited this day so much and were so excited. Choosing the presents, planning the celebration, making cards and drawings. And the cake! They wanted to bake one, but can not do it without my help, so finally they bought a plain one with daddy and decorate it with my favourute fruit: strawberry. After the dinner we went to a Museum what I choose - but everybody enjoyed that: the Black Country Museum. So, that was a lovely day.
In England, you can not avoid the castles - they are everywhere, full with dungeons, dark secrets, high towers, jousting, knights. We love to visit these places. My little princesses pretend to be a real royal highness and emerge in their own fantasy world. They enjoy the real scene behing their fabulous acting. There is just one tiny problem - when we have to go home, they always comlapining, why don"t we live in a castle? What can I say? Sorry, darlings, but if you want to be a real princess, you have to merry a prince. It is funny, that in England, this a real possibility. William is already taken by Kate, but there is still a prince to left. :-)
In the Heart of England fran from the sea, sometimes I really miss the sea. The noise of the waves, the salty smell, the endless horizont. I took out some shells and put it next to my ear. I love the sound of it. Feels so heartwarming, and heartaching at the same time.
I bought a pair of new Welly for my Princesses - so they definitely needed a Boot Princess and a little rain! They were eager to try it on... but there is no rain, so they have to wait for a while. Not so much - after all, we are in England... :-)
This is every little girls' dream, isn't it? A long, beautiful white dress and an even longer veil. I know, there is not too much to colour in a white dress, but what can I say? My daughters loved to shade the little details -the boquet, the ribbon, the background and most of all, the bride's face and hair. They even coloured the dress with a white pencil - but I must admist, there is not much difference. Anyway, who cares? They see it, and just that counts!
My daughter learn about the antique Egyptians this year. So she had a lot of ideas about how a real women pharaoh shoul look like. Definitely with a lot of gold. That is understandable - she is not just a princess, but a living Godess.