Embrace the madness

Multitasking.

Making sense out of things. Going beyond need for sense.

Coming back. Making up a story. Letting go of the story.

Making a plan. Going all in. Letting go of the need for it to come true.

Going all in anyway.

Making it too important again. Having a mental breakdown.

Putting yourself back together, like it’s nothing.

Going all in again.

Enjoying it, give me more. More, more, more!

 

Wearing: Secondhand tights & top; Amisu cardigan (gift); vintage floral shorts; 3 Ptice tote bag painted by Sabina Jin Jang Art (sooner or later you will be able to buy it too. Be patient); random fake all stars.

Big sale of 3 Ptice ecofriendly accessories is going on right now and you are missing out. Let’s do something about it, okay? Go to 3 Ptice Etsy store and get that tote you’ve been watching for some time now for 50 freaking % off. Only till 24th of October, when 3 Ptice are celebrating 5th Birthday. It sounds like a lot of time till 24th of October? Guess what, if you don’t act now, you might never will.

YOU KNOW WHAT IS EVEN BETTER THAN VACATION?

Even better than vacation is returning back home and seeing your family.
Even better than vacation is seeing your dog after a week and watching him go crazy, because he is so happy to see you.
Even better than vacation is seeing your neighbors and having little cute heartfelt small talk.
Even better than vacation is returning to your little house and loving the smell old houses have.
Even better than vacation is going to the garden in the morning and seeing that Mother Nature took awesome care of it when you were gone.
Even better than vacation is drinking coffee behind your kitchen table and doing the mindset work in your journal and feeling your heart expanding.
Even better than vacation is admitting yourself your situation and what you really really want.
Even better than vacation is going for a walk and watching sweet funny happy ass of your dog happily running in front of you.
Even better than vacation is being excited about your work.

Even better than vacation is having the life you return back from vacation and knowing you love it.

And thanks god you had those beautiful vacation that made you realise how beautiful your life already is.

Even better than vacation is watching your boyfriend coming home with toilet paper without even asking him.

Even better than vacations is having the life you don’t need vacation from yet having them anyway.

 

Love, Anita

P.S.: This week I will be making the products for my Etsy shop, so I will be happy to receive your orders -> Go to to 3ptice.etsy.com and give yourself a nice little gift, because you are a such badass this summer!

Location: Pag, Croatia

I’m wearing: a dress that I received from my mum; secondhand sunglasses; sandals from Mass, that are spending their third summer on my feet

Pikiiii!

Let the woman be whatever she wants to be

She looks like a hooker. Woman should be a lady. Woman should be a warrior. It is about natural beauty. Real woman wears high heels. Feminists don’t wear high heels. She shows her body way too much, something should stay hidden.  She is all covered up. Oh, she is too tight. She could be a 10, if she would change this about her. She wears too much make-up. Oh, she doesn’t wear any make-up, she would be so much prettier with some make-up. She is a bad mum. She is a good mum, but … She is too career driven. She is a bitch. She is a people pleaser. She is too manly, she is too feminine.

Oh my god, can we let the woman already be whatever she wants to be?

Can I let the woman in me already be whatever she wants to be?

Sometimes hooker, sometimes priest. (This song came to my mind)

Sometimes care-giver, sometimes selfish bitch,

sometimes good girl, sometimes bad,

sometimes all natural, sometimes with a lipstick,

sometimes with sneakers, sometimes with heels,

sometimes dramatical, sometimes calming…

And all in between.

Sometimes all together and nothing at the same time.

Whatever tha fuck I want to be. Whatever she wants to be. Whatever they want to be. Whatever you want to be.

It was a few years ago, when I listened to some song from Beyonce on youtube, I don’t remember which song, but there was this comment under it that clicked so much with me. I copied it and send it to my boyfriend. Unfortunately, I don’t know the author, but I think she or he wouldn’t mind if I share it here:

“…you are acting like singing about sex or shaking her ass degrades a woman. Creating boundaries and telling a woman what she should and shouldn’t do with her body or voice is was degrades women, as does slut-shaming, which is what you’re doing. Get off your high horse and respect women and their choices.”

By the way, I bought this book called Pussy last week. It’s life changing. If you are a woman, it’s a must read. Must read. I recommend it so much. My life is already better because of it. Funny thing is, that I wanted this book since September. Then I forgot about it and last week I took a walk and it just came to my mind, that I should check out Amazon, because the kindle version of book will cost me only around 3€ now. And so it was! Magic.You can still get it for $3.65. Click click. 

(This is an affiliate link which means I might receive few cents from Amazon, if you buy it).

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Srečko Molk wooden ring.

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I’m wearing: 3 Ptice backpack and bunny ear scrunchie; secondhand vintage skirt; H&M top (10 years old), Deichmann “allstars”; secondhand sunglasses

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I am thinking about painting folloving statements on 3 Ptice tote bags:

“Not all of those who wander are lost.” -Tolkien

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” -Rumi

“Be a light unto yourself.” -Buddha

If any of theses resonates with your soul and you want to preorder, drop me a message to anita.puksic@gmail.com

And feel free to check out what I have in store at 3ptice.etsy.com

Love, Anita

“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all” – Charles Bukowski

Hello, people.

I’m not sure what to write about.

I have a little bit of a writer’s block. Or should I call it blogger’s block? Ah, writer’s block sounds better.

I’m not sure if I can provide you with any value at the moment.

An hour ago I said I’m gonna write. But first I had to make myself a cacao. And I was hungry again. So I sliced an apple + ate some dried pears. Now I feel like preparing some toast with that delicious spread with curry.

I gained few kilos in last few months. At first, I just thought I am a bit distended, but when I stepped on a scale I realised I have two kg extra. Now I’m feeling a bit afraid, that I’m gonna become one of those people who can’t just eat whatever they want whenever they want. Fuck.

But maybe I can calm down. It’s no wonder I gained weight. I was mostly at home and I cook good and I wasn’t moving much. But spring is coming and I already feel that urge to walk more, discover the nature. But still, maybe it’s time to put working out in my calendar? Hmm, not really calendar, I don’t feel like going to some group workouts. Not really my thing. Yet.

Here and there I used to be in a habit of little daily workout. Easy-peasy thing like some stretching, dancing, energy exercises (tai chi style). Just a little something for the awareness of my body. I would say to myself I’m gonna have a 10 minute exercise time and then I found myself almost an hour later still enjoying my body.

Oh my goodness, I have to do this now.

Back to writing, three hours later. One hour spent for exercising (stretching and dancing) and then two hours spent for watching music videos + watching beautiful girls on youtube and instagram.

It’s this stupid behavior I sometimes indulge in. Way too often. I mean, sometimes it can be fun, but watching others people perfect looking life instead of enjoying mine is just stupid.

Back in times, we had fashion magazines (I know they still exist, but I don’t remember when I bought the last one). And people were talking, how reading these magazines can damage your self-image. Yet we knew those were models, young girls in grown-up clothes, photoshopped and all, selling us an illusion.

I remember I didn’t care much about it. For fucks sake, I could eat whatever I wanted without getting fat. I just enjoyed beautiful images, feeling inspired afterward.

Now I compare myself. Look at her, she is 8 years younger than me and she is actually making money doing what she love, while I still try to figure it out, even though I know everything I should already know, I just don’t put it in practice, because I’m guilty of watching other people doing it.

I’m wearing: H&M dress that I bought 10+ years ago; Pompea tights; Tailly Weijl shoes (a few years old); secondhand shirt.

Years ago I used to think, that when I will be a few years older, I will be able to do some things. I felt like I was too young. Now I feel like I am too old already. Damn it.   A few years older than me are already getting botox and shit.

Oh, what I meant to say was, that in magazines we knew it’s an illusion. But all these girls on Instagram are real. They are not models, even though they could be. They are talented and hard working and they definitely have a keen eye for seeing what’s working and what’s not, what looks good and what’s not… They even have something to say, at least some of them, and that’s the reason I cannot hate on them.

Jeez, you know, I’m super confused. Maybe I indulge in this activities because I’m not sure exactly what I want.

It’s like I have shit loads of different personalities in me.

Richard Branson and some unnamed not famous hippie at the same time. On one side, I have all these ideas and I know they could work, there’s a market for them. On the other hand, please, just give me peace, I can grow my own food and enjoy nature, read books, think about deep questions and I just need enough to pay my bills, fuck millions.

I want everybody to love me and fuck you all, you don’t matter.

A part of me that is grown up and responsible. And part of me that is still afraid that people will make fun of me.

A part of me that says “You should post this, other people feel this way too”. And part of me that says “Don’t post this, unless you want people giving you advice. Which you know you don’t want.”

Haha, okay, now that I got this off my mind, I can get back to promoting my new product -> super eco-friendly pencil cases/toiletry pouches. Do check them out.

Ohh, another thing! I received these super duper tights from Pompea. One of the best products I received in the history of that blog. Which is not that many, but still! There is even a cute law of attraction story behind it. Back in December, I was freezing on art market one day. Another artist told me that she wears some special infrared tights. Some magical tights that return warmth from your body back to your body. Waaa, I want this. I was actually thinking, that it would be smart to write to a shop that sells them, maybe they would be up for a product-for-blog-post exchange. But of course, I forgot about it. And a few weeks ago one girl wrote to me on facebook, if I am willing to write a review for some tights. Yeah, of course, there’s never too many tights!

When I opened them, I saw these are those infrared tights! Woohoo!

They are from the Italian brand called Pompea.

Do they work? They do! The sensation on the skin feels different than from the other tights as soon as you put them on. When I wear nylon tights under the pants I sometimes feel like I’m more cold with them than without them… No such feeling with Pompea tights.

As you can see on the pictures, I wore them on a warm winter day. It was 10 degrees Celsius, yet I was surprised about it. It felt like 15. My legs didn’t feel cold at all. And I’m not one of those girls who would sacrifice health to look good (and yet I wear heels on these pictures -> eye rolling at myself). I just don’t understand people who show off their ankles in the winter time…

So, yes, these tights are ah-fucking-mazing. I feel sorry for myself I didn’t own them in the bloody cold January already… I want more of them. I hope I will make some extra money to buy a few extra pairs. I like to show off my legs 😀

Oh, that thing about anti-cellulite? I’m not sure if I can believe this. Well, it cannot hurt, for sure. But just feeling warmer makes me praise these tights. If I will loose a bit of cellulite, that’s a nice extra, though…

I totally recommend them. 10/10

Pre New Year Anxiety

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It’s like this. When the new year or my personal new year (birthday) is coming closer, I get this urge, that I should change something. Better myself before the date comes. I had such an amazing year, yet I’m getting anxious. I so much wanna end it with a bang. Get rid of that debt completely, learn the Italian already, start waking up early, regular exercise, start taking healthy food to my workshop… Huh, I’m putting that pressure on me throughout a whole year, actually. Always trying to be better. To deserve my own love. Even putting a pressure on myself asking “Why don’t you love yourself more?!”

Haha, but on the other side, I love this about me. I always wanna grow. It’s tremendous pleasure to look back through the years and see how far I came. Maybe it’s not visible to everybody on the outside, but I feel it. I feel it when I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t hate myself. I feel it when I have a fight with Jure and I laugh about it quite soon. I even apologize. I feel it when I prepare myself a full healthy dinner with a soup and a salad and everything. I feel it when I take out my pen and notebook when I’m in bad or confused mood and I just write it out. I feel it when somebody isn’t kind with me and I realise quickly, hey, it’s not my fault, they probably had a bad day. I feel it when I don’t feel guilty anymore about not helping people, when they don’t want my help anyway. I feel it when I’m in the mix of being super excited and super anxious and I know I’m gonna survive. (Until I won’t, at least). I see it when I go to places, events, meetings and I know that I can handle it

I see my fears slowly drifting away. They always come back in cycles, but thanks god, it gets easier every year.

And I feel like a grown up person, finally. You know what? It’s way better than what people say. It’s like you are finally free enough to play whenever you want to and the whole world is your playground. Oh, I should put that one on one of my tote bags.

So what about you? Do you get anxious before New Year or your birthday?

 

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What I’m wearing: Deichmann shoes, secondhand sunglasses, pants were gift from boyfriend, the shirt was a gift from my mother-not-yet-in-law and 3 Ptice backpack, of course.

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“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.” -Soren Kierkegaard

Hello guys! I’m squeezing in a few minutes of time that I don’t have, to write this post.

It’s a note to me. Anita, take time for things that matter to you, even if it’s just three minutes to type a few words.

Okay, peace, gotta run, see you.

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On the above pictures you can see me wearing make up after years. Thanks to Nina Vesenjak, who wanted me as a model. She did a great job, I actually liked my make up version. But I still love my no make up everyday version of me (:

 

 

I have been hiding.

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I’ve been doing the work. I have been productive. I’ve been figuring things out. Which was also productive. But I’ve also been hiding.

I’ve been perfecting myself. Learning about myself. Watching myself, listening to myself. But I’ve also been hiding.

I’ve been listening to others. Been there for them, gave them my best. My silence, my presence, my comforting words, sometimes my raw words. But I’ve also been hiding.

Waiting to share myself when I got it all perfect, when I know everything, when I prove myself first…

I forgot it’s not just about final destination. It’s about journey.

And I created so much of journey, that I couldn’t find time to share it with you.

 

And I also ask myself, who do you think you are, thinking that some cares about you and your journey. It sounds boring anyway. You are still trying to figure things out. The same thing you do your whole life already. You are still working on your brand. The same thing you do for last 4 years or something like that. You are still sharing your thoughts with the world. On the internet. Because in real world you usually just listen, and ask questions, being to afraid to speak up, afraid of confrontation, afraid of people saying to you, “shut up, you talk too much”, or turning their eyes away from you, or even make you uncomfortable by seeing you. And so you keep quiet. The same thing you do for years.

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(I’m wearing: secondhand leggings; secondhand shorts; boyfriend’s hat and jumper; the scarf that boyfriend bought me years ago; Deichmann shoes)

 

Because others are more important. Because others know it better. They are more experienced. And you are too young. Still.

Because you shouldn’t show off. Because you don’t want to share too much. Because you don’t want to say something, and change your mind the next day and you don’t want to feel like a phoney because of it.

Because you have to have it perfect. And be kind. And sweet.

And I scroll down through the social media and I think:

Boring

boring

to sweet, I can’t even hear you, boring

boring

oh one fun thing…

Okay, enough of social media for today.

And then I don’t share a thing. Or if I do, it’s the same boooooooring, not raw, not honest, not vulnerable, just as everyone else does it.

And I ask myself, why the fuck nobody hears me, why the fuck nobody see me, why the fuck am I so productive, yet I will have to break my piggy bank, if I want to repair my car…

Because I became just another “boring”, who is trying to fit in. A moment of compassion for myself. Time for self-forgiveness.

And let’s move on.

Because I’m here to make waves.

on a mission

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How to establish a routine that works for you?

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I’m wearing: Secondhand jumper, scarf, shirt and coat; New Yorker leggings (about 5 years old I think); Deichmann shoes (more about them and conscious buying here)

 

I woke up early today. 5:30. I want to become a morning person. I wanted this for so freaking long. I always felt like “If I could just get up in the morning a few hours earlier, I could be way more successful.” I could meditate, journal, write blog, schedule social media updates… By the noon or even earlier I could be done with most of the things that are crucial for running the business, but just don’t get done, if I sleep too long.

Because if I get up at between 9 and 10, I have to eat first, I don’t feel like meditating anymore, because I feel already behind with my work… and then I go check out if grandma and grandpa are okay… and then I just start working on something that feels the most important in the moment. And half of a day is almost over.

I’ve been thinking about a routine I need to establish to get shit done while still enjoying the work and feeling like myself.

How to fit everything in a day? I mean, it has only 24 hours and you sleep 8 of them.

Work, time for myself, time for others, housework, time to learn new things, time to enjoy the book or watch a movie…

Getting up earlier seems like the best way.

I figured out that is best, if I write in the morning. If I say that I’m gonna write in the evening, I usually don’t. I feel like, “Oh, I’ve done enough today, I deserve to relax.” Yet I don’t feel really relaxed, because another part of me is saying “But you haven’t wrote a post for too long and you know how important is that you write”.

(Important for me as a person, because I feel way more clear and calm about life, if I write, and also important for biz and making connections with people.)

Yeah, I think I’m kinda getting there, to my perfect routine.

Getting up early, meditation, writing in my diary, checking the analytics, getting stuff done on the computer (writing, social media, SEO, editing posts, uploading new stuff to my shop), breakfast, visit to grandma and grandpa, some time for myself (maybe also going through Italian lessons) or doing something in the house, lunch, heading to my studio where I do actual stuff, sewing, painting on bags, ironing them, posting on instagram my work progress, preparing packages, maybe a coffee with a friend or just myself, meeting boyfriend, a walk with my dog and a book or movie or learning something in the evening. And bed time before 10 p.m.

Okay, that sounds great. Now if I only could stick to this. Well, I’m gonna give it a try. I know not everyday can be like this, because sometimes I just need more time for myself or sometimes there are days when I really enjoy hanging with people. Or when I get obsessed with something and gotta figure it out.

But I really want a routine that would work for me, so that when I’m spontaneous, I would feel spontaneous, and not like a mess who cannot stick to her plans.

Okay, hope you get me. I planned to journal in my personal diary about this for a few weeks now, but I just didn’t make it my priority. And I did not plan to share this publicly (I don’t know why it feels so personal to me), I had no idea what I will write about when I started, but now that is written, I’m gonna publish it.

Your turn. What’s your routine if you have it? Are you happy with it? Do you want to establish some kind of routine? Please share in the comments (unless it feels too personal 😉

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The big unknown.

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How is your January going? We are coming to the end of the first month of the year.

And it’s a winter time.

For me it’s a time of deep thinking. I have my goals and I made some plans.

I know what I want.

But there is my comfort zone. There is a way of life that I’m used to. It may not be exactly what I want, but I’m comfortable in it.

And there is a gap between what I’m comfortable with and what I really want for myself.

There are those dark spots. This big unknown.

If I go for what I want, I have to leave some things behind. And part of me doesn’t want to. I’m a bit scared.

So I am connecting the dots, questioning everything. I imagine the best outcomes, but I see that even for those I will have to sacrifice some of my roles. Some ideas of who I am.

I met with some friends this past week. Oh, how much I love them! They give me parts of them that are also parts of me. It’s so nice to have people in your life that wants the best for you and you want the best for them. It’s so nice to have people, who gives you deep questions. To whom you open up those parts of yourself, that you are little ashamed of… Or maybe not ashamed of, but you know you cannot tell those things just to everyone.

With whom you get deep insights.

Some of the words of my friends or friends of my friends, that has deeply resonated with me in this past week were.

“Don’t live stereotypes, live life!”

“You will just lose your role. You won’t lose yourself.”

“I’m working on letting myself be an egoist and letting others be egoists too.”

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You have no idea how many things I wanted to tell you, how many things I researched this past week. I’m talking to you under shower, while smoking a cigarette, while washing the dishes… (I believe I reach you on some level 😉

Oh, have you noticed, what a deep thoughts can you have while washing the dishes?

Yesterday I was like “Naaah, I don’t want to wash those dishes, it’s too much”. But then I rearranged those plates and cups in the sink and I was like “Wow, it’s almost nothing.” And when I was washing them I was like “Oh, I’m almost over already, how could I even think of it like of a big deal?”

Just like in life. When something seems just two much for you, but when you dig into it, rearrange it a little, get into action… And you realise that you are so much more capable of doing it than you knew.

Okay. So I kinda love this about the winter. Getting down in myself, facing the pain in me, thinking things through… I know it’s necessary. If we look at the nature, it doesn’t seem like much is happening. Now is time for resting. (I sleep way more in January, anyone else?).

But when the spring and summer comes, I’ll be probably be in the full bloom.

I try to accept this about me. It’s in my human/animal/part-of-nature nature.

But the western world has its tempo… And I sometimes feel guilty for not keeping up with it.

Do the work, work, work, show up, show up, share, share, share…

But how will you give delicious fruit, if your roots are not strong enough?
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I’m wearing: 3 Ptice Beware of artists tote bag; secondhand Weekday jumper; secondhand black pants; hat was a gift from boyfriend’s grandma; Deichmann shoes

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Necklace by Marija Frlic.

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I got myself new shoes. My old winter shoes started to hurt me. I wore them for 6 years, everyday in winter time. And I feel kinda guilty for buying new shoes. I don’t know exactly in which conditions were they made… And you know this is extremely important to me. I want the fashion industry to be different. More human friendly, more environmentally friendly.

But maybe all of us conscious buyers feel a little guilty sometimes. When we don’t have enough money to buy the best option… This is a good motivation btw, to become wealthier,  so that we could spend on things we deeply believe in.

So what do I do to lessen my guilt when I buy something that I need but I know it’s not the most environmental friendly choice? I make sure I’ll wear it a lot! Can I see it as a part of my everyday style? Does it fit? It’s comfortable? Does it feel like “me”? If I say yes to everything, only then I buy it.

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So, how is your winter? What are you thinking about?

Do you consider yourself as a conscious shopper?

Let me know in the comments!

How to live a dream life

lifestylefun anita puksic I did a visualisation of my dream life today. Of my perfect lifestyle. How would I feel, if I had what I wanted, how would I act… Happy, at peace with myself, aware of the moment and confident. It made me realise, how many things I have now in my life, that I once thought would make me feel like this. The life I’m living now was my dream once. So I kinda already leave my dream life! After that I was working in my studio. Having a place to work outside of my home, where can I be more productive, that was my dream once! Driving back home in my own car… Having my own car was a dream years ago! Making myself a delicious tomato soup (with ingredients I prepared during a year – tomato souce and dried tomatoes, all homegrown and wild garlic pesto) for a dinner… Then drinking green tea and reading Murakami. This is a dream life! Writing a post on a blog that people still read… Wow! Feeling happy, at peace with myself, aware of the moment and confident for a whole day already! That was a dream of mine back in the times when I had constant mood swings. And when I post this I will make myself a hot bath. What a dream!rain boots with flowers

Having cute rain boots was also dream of mine before it came to reality!

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I’m wearing: secondhand hat and pants; vintage top and cardigan; H&M trench coat I bought in middle school; Boulevard boots

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