As we reach the beginning of the festive season and the end of another year, I can't help but feel thankful and privileged, to have been part of it all. To have found so much pleasure in slow living. To have have found myself lost, in pages filled with lines and colour. Gathered stories and moments, and unraveled new beginnings. I feel fortunate for the new things I have learnt. I'd like to share a small part of those small pleasures with you. I've made you some ornaments, a little notebook, a soft fragrant pillow and an original christmas illustration To ENTER 1 - Please leave a comment (as long or short as you LIKE) Maybe, even ONE word! Tell Me: What Has Made This A Beautiful Year for you? 2 - LIKE (pangaweka) on Facebook . A Winner will be chosen randomly, by hand on the 13th of December. And notified on the 14th of December CONDITIONS: 1 - To enter, comment on this post with "What Has Made This A Beautiful Year?" WINNER will be picked randomly. 2 - For entries to be VALID, head over to Facebook and like (Pangaweka)'s Facebook page. 3 - Any unclaimed prizes will result in a 2nd chance winner being picked after Dec 14th who will be contacted via email. 4 - The prize consists of 1 x handmade notebook/ 1 original Christmas illustration by Stella Pereira (that's me)/ 1 Handmade Fragrant Hand Pillow/ 3 Handmade Ornaments. Illustration Copyright Stella Pereira GOOD LUCK!!
Autumn has completely taken over my little Etsy Shop. My palette has turned a deep shade of red, warm burnt yellows, and hazy blues. pumpkins and berries, apples and pears,
Back in August, when the sun still rose high in the sky, we gathered our things and travelled, aimlessly, without a destination in mind. I mean, we had planned to go as far as Vilar formoso, like we always do when we're in Badamalos for the sole purpose of stocking up on the smoked Spanish Pimenton, we seem to live off in this house.
I wasn't expecting it's energy and sounds, which seemed to resonate within its maize of alleyways and terracota walls. Nor was I expecting its beautifully framed balconies, encased in old glass and lined with colourful flower pots. And those wooden doors, so old, so filled with history. Somehow, this old town managed to encapsulate it's richness, it's tradition. And someday, we'll make our way back there. For some of it has remained engraved within me... xxx Stella