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Shoul I stay of should I go?

10 October 2014


Recently I'v been thinking a lot about blogging and whether I still wanted to do it. So many blogs I've read over the years have started focusing on consumerism and materialism. I was not sure whether there was any purpose in it, or whether there was any place for me in the blogosphere.

My life is busy enough nowadays, I'm just about to apply for a job as a junior doctor, we may need to move house (or country) once I finish my degree,  we'd love to start a family before I'm 30 years old.

There is so much to think about, so many important decisions to take. 

Is there any place in my life for writing, taking pictures and first and foremost, why do I want to make it all public? 

I've thought long and hard about this over the past week and I decided that I didn't want to give up blogging for the following reasons: 
  1. Blogging about my life encourages me to be more conscious about my time and how I spend it.
  2. I love writing. I used to write a lot when I was younger (diaries, letters, journal, creative writing) and I want to continue that. 
  3. I want to document my life.
  4. I don't want to be just a consumer of knowledge on the Internet. I want to be a contributor. I am inspired by other people and I want to be a source of inspiration. 
  5. I want to meet like minded people and connect with them. I hope this blog will be a good platform for that. 
  6. I want to prove to myself that living a creative and meaningful life is possible, even when one wants to pursue a professional career. 
So this weekend I will be launching a brand new blog with a brand new name and purpose. I will be sharing my photographs, travels and thoughts on various topics. 

I hope you'll join me. 

- Malgosia

Life snippets {i.e. bear with me}

5 October 2014


We came back from Skye on Sunday evening and even though we had a wonderful time (more on that later) I've only just managed to catch my breath this weekend.

It was the last week of my orthopaedics placement and in addition to the usual assessment I had to re-sit my ortho exam as the paper we had been given the week before turned out to be from last year and therefore outdated (!).

Luckily, this weekend has been kind to me:  I managed to polish our little home, bake some brownies, work a little bit and I also started planning our Christmas trip.

I'm planning to write more regularly here,  not for any other reason than the fact that documenting my life encourages me to make more conscious decisions about how I spend my time (goodbye to hours spent on Pinterest collecting >>eating clean<<  recipes and >>summerhouse projects<<  ideas!).

Anyway, I hope you had a relaxing weekend and that we'll have a chance for a proper catch up soon!

- Malgosia


Up North

26 September 2014






We're packing out little car again and heading up north today, to the Highlands and Islands.

Trips, for which I need my hiking boots, hunters and a woollen jumper are my favourite kind of vacation.

See you next week, hope you have a cosy weekend!

- Malgosia

Coincidence? I don't think so. {a story of my family house fire}

25 September 2014



As some of you may remember, my family house in Poland was struck by a lightening during summer 2012.  My sister and I were sitting on a sofa in my flat and she got a phone call from a friend saying that our house was on fire...


Let's catch up...

24 September 2014


^^ picture by my sister, Kasia.

I feel like I've neglected this place for far too long now. I missed writing over the summer but decided to write in a journal instead of the Internet.

Anyway, I'm back here now and I'd love to learn more about people who read this blog of mine (I know you're there, page views don't lie, so don't be shy and say hi! << accidental poem).

So with a view of getting to know you all better, here are some insights into my current life.

Bedroom makeover {process and result photos}

23 September 2014


Last week we had a pretty dire bedroom and almost no money to change it. Today we have a pretty bedroom and are short only about £50. The problem with our bedroom is that it is on a ground floor and faces the street. Which means that you can have a conversation with a neighbour with only a thin glass window between yours and her face. As we're renting there's not much we can do about it, but on Friday I've had enough. So in a true "Little Green Notebook" moment we did DIY.

Here's what we bought:

  • supplies for two small bedside shelves in IKEA
  • one photo frame
  • linen fabric for a headboard and foot-board cover (since we can't change the bed I figured I could sew a cover.  I didn't even knew headboard covers were a thing! but there you are. thanks Pinterest.)
  • gold paint in homebase
One revelation I had on Saturday was that golden paint was probably the only thing that had been missing in my life. I was pretty much like Midas the whole weekend. J had to stop me from painting everything gold.



To fill the space above the bed we printed a big photo from our last year's trip to Capri. 

The plan was to clear out all the rubbish from the room, replace it with pretty things and decorate an empty wall above the bed. Here is what it looks like now:


 I painted old candle jars with the gold paint from the inside to create a pot for my earings. I also painted my old set of drawers called FIRA  (from IKEA). The pattern is not perfect but it looks much better than previously. The Paris watercolor - an old find from a car-boot sale (£1.50).  And Tartin Bread just matches the colour scheme. (#winning # stylist #not)


As you can see I also painted my reading light in golden. Couldn't help it. 

So that's it. A simple makeover which didn't cost more than around £50 in total. The most expensive item was the grey fabric but I'm over the moon with how it turned out and the fact that this is no longer in front of my eyes when I wake up in the morning!

Golden hour date {best gelato in Edinburgh}

22 September 2014


On Saturday we spent the entire day cleaning our flat and finishing off a couple of DIY projects. In the evening we decided to go out for a walk. It was golden hour, a perfect time for a stroll in Edinburgh.

We followed our usual route, down the West End and back to our flat. Passing near Affogato - we couldn't resist the last gelato this summer (salted carmel and oreo for me, pear and salted carmel for J). They have an lovely cafe dog who insisted on resting her head and having a nap on my foot. As dogs do.  Now of course I want a dog.

How was your weekend? I'm back to regular posting now and will be finishing our Bali trip this week too.

-  Malgosia





Bali Part 1 // Ubud

21 September 2014



Ubud, the royal town of Bali is also the island's cultural centre, with temples, museums, rice paddies and five star hotels built next to simple yoga centres. I wouldn't call it a town of contrasts though. The ambience is very relaxed, the poverty well hidden in the back alleys as to not to be an eyesore to the eco-friendly, yoga-pants wearing, earth-loving tourists. I'm being a little sarcastic because it seems as though the Eat Pray Love book, by many referred to as "that damn book", resulted in an influx of a very defined demographic to Ubud and probably shaped its current expat-led cafe culture. Places such as "Sacred Scoops" (raw, local, vegan, organic, low-glycemic, gluten free ice cream) seem to grow like mushrooms on every corner, which makes me chuckle a little.

Nonetheless it's a very pleasant, culturally rich place; and for us it was a perfect starting point to explore Bali.

For the first week or so we stayed in a small village around 15 minute drive from Ubud in a cosy hotel among rice paddies. It was just like I imagined Bali before we came here: peaceful, green, lush and simple at the same time. The first thing that hit my nostrils when we arrived was the scent of ever-present incense and rice. The little offerings consisting of a bamboo or banana leaf tray, flowers and something to eat (from rice to Kopiko and mint sweets!), signs of local Hindu religion were scattered everywhere. In front of your room in the morning, on the desk in the hotel reception, in the shuttle to Ubud, on the car dashboard, in shop entrance, on pavements, tucked behind the registration plates of motorbikes. You could always expect a procession or a practice temple dance to break out of nowhere in the middle of the street and halt human and bikes traffic for half an hour. It was one of the aspects which we noticed everywhere in Bali, which makes me think it was genuine and not staged with tourists in mind.

Our time in Ubud was close to perfect in my opinion. We explored the temples, museums, sat in cafes and made friends with baristas. In the evening we went out for dinner, listened to live music, watched the sun go down around 6 PM and were back at home for 9 to sit on the terrace and listen to the frogs singing on the rice fields. Bali is located only 8 degrees south of the Equator, so the days are always 12h long, the sun rises around 6 and sets 12 hours later, dictating the rhythm of life both for locals and for tourists.




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After one week it was time to head north to see the countryside and the elusive real Bali, so sought after by many visitors. I felt so comfortable in Ubud I didn't want to leave. But being too comfortable usually means it's time to move on. And on we went, to the other side of Bali to Munduk.

 More on that soon....

Here is a little taster of who we encountered: