Give me one more moment of Paris at Christmas Time

Wall Deco: Sway's Facette Wall art For The Mix instore till Jan 31st
Vases with Flowers: Sway's Facette Vase For The Mix instore till Jan 31st
Bed: Fiasco Icelyn Bed @ The Season Story
 Chair, Box, Letter Box, I love us Deco, and Cabinet: unKindness Rose Hill Deco set @ FaMESHed
Rug Behind the Bed, Side Table, Tin Vases, Tin Vase with Flowers, Suitcases, Books, Round Boxes, Stool:  Kalopsia Part of the Hortensia Hallway @ FaMESHed
String Lights: Second Spaces - snow day string lights - light
Miror: Dysfunctionality Simple Wooden Standing Mirror
Wooden Candles: Dysfunctionality Wintery Candle Log
Lanterns: CIRCA "WinterWoods" Winter Lantern Set GIFT
Little Forest Buckets: CIRCA "WinterWoods" Mini Forest Bucket NEW
Rug: Sway's Ihina Rug with fringes @ The Liaison Collaborative
House: Scarlet Creative Stardust Cottage 99L only instore!

It's been 2 weeks that I haven't been blogging. That I haven't been taking pictures. God, I missed is! I'd like to thank yo all my amazing sponsors for being patient with me. I promise to catch up as soon as possible.

I have been in vacation to Barcelona and Paris in that time. In Paris we stayed in a lovely apartment right next to The Republique Square. Every day people come to that square to light candles, lay flowers and stand for a moment of silent in memory of the lives that were taken away in what can only the described as massacre on a Friday night in November. Paris is wounded. It's not the same a I remember it. The people are still the proud people, snobs and loving their city. But they are scared, quiet, alert, hurting and sad.

I'm from Tel Aviv. As an Israeli girl, I've dreamed of living in the city the never sleep. Tel Aviv is our Paris, our London, our NYC. There's always something to do. I work, study and live here. I can't start describing the feeling of sitting in wounded Paris and watch the Israeli news about a man on a Friday afternoon shooting people celebrating a birthday in a pub in the middle of Tel Aviv.

It was Ironic, painful, scary as the killer is still out there running loose in my city. In my home. I just got home. I'm sitting at my computer, my cat that seemed to have missed me so much there is not a room I can go to without him escorting me there. I'm here , writing my first post in two weeks, gaining my routine back and I think, of the little apartment right next to the Republique Square and the people that go there to light candles and stop for a moment to shed a tear.