Weekend mood on


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Vagabond Anna Boots – Runaway shirt dress (both from Zadaa) – River Island Bag

I’ve been living in my new shirt dress this whole week. I’ve also been obsessing over these new boots and I refuse to admit that they resemble horse riding boots.

Though, I’ve already ridden pretty fast to the weekend and finding it hard to concentrate on work today.

I’ve been waiting for this weekend, because it’s a special one. I’m smiling just writing that now. Our friends from Amsterdam are visiting and we have dinner plans for today. Also, my best friend came from Australia and she is here (and we’ll hang out either tonight or tomorrow)! Helsinki has apparently been the city to fly to this week, although it’s freezing cold. And on top of having all these awesome people here, we have a party planned for tomorrow. My sister is moving to Italy and we are having her send-off party at our place. Last night we actually baked for the party – and it was as hilarious as one could expect – when two Takkula sisters are in the kitchen. Not all of us born with the natural talent of operating in the kitchen smoothly.

So, I’m off to enjoy my weekend with friends and family. I wish you a great weekend as well!


Beautiful, but quiet

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Jacket –  Second hand | Scarf – Kappahl | Pants – Only | Bag – Björn Borg | Shoes – Vagabond | Earrings – Hopea-Puro

Facebook has started to remind ourselves of our memories, things shared in the past. I find them funny and lovely – usually the memories are something happy and positive – good moments, that we have wanted to share. But obviously, there are some other things too, things that other people have posted on your profile, posts about people that you have lost and etc.

Today, Facebook reminded me of a guy, that posted on my profile. It was some game, where you needed to post your first impressions of a person on his or her profile. The post said “Beautiful, but quiet”.

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As in, I am beautiful, but not good enough – not entertaining enough – certainly not the light of the party. On the comment section we changed a few words and the guy asked me why I was so quiet and I responded with something like ‘it’s always the quiet ones’. What I was trying to say with that, was that I had more on my mind, than what was seen on the outside. What I was desperately trying to signal, was that I was worth getting to know to, but I wasn’t one of those, who let people close easily.

Well – I hardly knew that guy and remembering that time, I was hanging out with friends, that I am no longer in contact with.

But I still sometimes hear that accusation. Being quiet – there must be something wrong with me? Am I not happy?

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And there lays the mistake – thinking, that only people, who are constantly talking, laughing and smiling are happy. People, who make friends easily and socialize around. People who let it be known, let it be heard.

To be honest, I’m not really sure why I started to write about this subject in the first place. I’m not sure, if I know what I really want to say with it. But what I do know, is that there is a certain peace in knowing yourself, knowing your worth and appreciating your life. That peace creates a happy feeling, that doesn’t only show on your lips, but feels all the way in your feet.

Sometimes all you need is to not to talk with people, but to simply know that they are there.

And if it looks like it’s beautiful, but quiet – so be it. I was never about much noise anyway.

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Photos & hair: Susanna Poméll/Healthyhair

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