Such a cliché title, I know. It was December 29, just days away from New Years Eve, and we travelled to the beautiful city of love by train from Frankfurt. I had planned to play Edith Piaf’s “Paris” song on loop the whole 4 hours ride till my feet would set on the Parisian concrete floor, but got caught up with reading Zoe Sugg’s Girl Online.
What I initially wanted to do once I arrived was to step out of the train and sing “Bonjour Paris!” at the top of my lungs. The only issue was that the train was delayed 1 ½ hours and my mother and I were exhausted and somehow our suitcases for 4 nights in Paris weighed more than when we came with to Germany from Kuwait. My mom packed in three big water bottles, a long electrical cord for our chargers, hair dryers, lots of chocolate (just in case, there’s always need for chocolate) and we each packed in extra coats (again, just in case we need to be extra fancy).
But anyway, in Paris we arrived and I was waiting for the Paris magic to blow me off my feet but I was greeted with slightly rude pushy people. My mother and I, slightly disoriented, struggled to balance our suitcases and purses and paper bags filled with German pastries (which we bought at the Frankfurt train station) and people walked with such pointed speed past us we had to match their pace and direction even though we had no idea where the taxi stand was. And no surprise here, we ended up going in the wrong direction. When we finally did manage to find the taxi line and get into one, we ended up with a hot-tempered Algerian man who hated Muslims and believed they were all horrible terrorists. Fantastic. And my mother had to disagree with him, when it literally was just her and I in a city where no one knows us. My mind went pretty far, of course. I pictured him stalking us and shooting us dead the next day. Thankfully, the conversation was steered to something jolly. The beautiful lights and Christmas decorations distracted my mother and she and Nasser, which was his name by the way, managed to have a light-hearted conversation about the beautiful lights and the still ongoing Christmas market and how my mother visited Paris often when she was young. She would talk with him French, infused with a little bit of German and English and Arabic. We managed to all understand each other though.
When we finally arrived at Hotel MacMahon we dumped our stuff in our first room (which we changed immediately to a much better one*) and headed out to the wonderfully lit Champs Elyseés. As tired as we were, the streets and the people and the wonderful weather all wrapped me up in the sweetness of it all. Mostly, seeing my mother smile nostalgically at every café she visited with her father (Allah yerhama*) and her sisters and my grandmother and hearing her reminisce about the ‘gold old days’ when they were all much younger and happier (I should have been offended by the happier bit, but she immediately caught what she said and corrected herself) and watching her face glow made me feel that this short trip was above and beyond worth it all.
We walked passed Fouquet’s, which according to my mother was my grandfather’s (Allah yerhama) favourite café. He even had a table there way back then. All of them would sit there and all these high profile men from embassies and the ministry joined him and they would sit for hours chatting up.
And there was Pizza Pino of course. I recall my mother talking about this restaurant for as long as I can remember every time she talked about her younger years and the le trois soeure (Mother and her two younger sisters) and their Pomeranian Pino (which I can now assuredly assume she named after the restaurant) and so we went there. There was a long line to get it, as there was for most cafes and restaurants there. I’ve noticed this in Champs Elysees a lot. But the line moved fast and we got in pretty quick and they seated us next to two old ladies, sisters, who I distinctly heard talk in what sounded like German. Turns out I was wrong. However, and this is an interesting history lesson, the two of them were little girls back in WW2 and they DID know German and apparently the school in the place they lived in was forced to teach the French children German. Interesting, huh? I don’t know why I found that so fascinating. I sat there listening to them talk and searched their old faces for the features they might have had when they were younger. It made me appreciate the present time. It also made me see the sad realization that their generation was an almost extinct one.
We had a beautiful conversation with the two ladies, and our dinner was worth a tummy full and a long ‘mmmmmmmm’ and we headed back to the room my mom called the “Hooker Room” (don’t worry, it wasn’t that bad. Turns out the architect had poor taste. Google the hotel and see for yourself) with the view of nothing but walls outside and hoped for a better room and a beautiful Paris the next morning.
Bonne Nuit Paris ❤
*This information is vital. Especially with New Years Eve. You’ll know why soon xx
The milk steamer huffed at some distance behind Rain, and her conscious was pulled out of the story’s world as if she awoke and was pulled out of a dream. So many voices filled the coffee shop’s air, words…sentences…conversation all mixed to a cocktail of sounds rather than anything legible.
She looked down at the page, at the part of the story world the sounds pulled her out of, and looked at the words the same way she would try to recollect a dream she awoke from. She quickly scanned the page to remember exactly how she felt from the last sentences she read before the real world demanded her attention and gently placed a burgundy maple leaf (that she had picked up while on a particularly dreamy stroll with Jacob) as a book mark there. And then, with her armor not there to hide behind as she sat alone in a crowded and loud place, she allowed herself to take a good look around at everyone who had someone to talk to.
It had been three months since she and Jacob went on that magical date. They were blissful months filled with butterfly emotions, daydreams and distracted thoughts and she and J sipped on hot chocolate while walking between ember leafed trees as autumn breezes brushed against their skin. He knew so many places that were camouflaged between obscure buildings that either had the most delicious cheesecake ever, or an amazing pianist or live band, or some odd restaurant that is populated by a very eccentric crowd. He introduced her to an underground world of jazz, of culture, of art and music and beauty. The more time she spent with him the more she forgot the forlorn girl that fell before his eyes in a puddle of mud whilst screaming “Rosie” at the top of her lungs; the girl that became an anxious wreck because of a single phone call by her mother and her fear of disappointing her mom.
And speaking of mothers, Rain’s mother was less focused having Rain help her with her business and more focused on enjoying the new Rain that had emerged since Jacob entered their lives. And although she wanted to rely on Rain to help with the business, she instead allowed Rain to be in that state of dreamy lovers’ haze because in that state Rain was a lot calmer, a lot more joyful to be around. She also learned of Rain’s website, and it made her proud of her daughter. So she decided to not push Rain into her business, and instead they had their little chitchats over marshmallow covered hot cocoa, sitting curled on the couch looking at the grey autumn sky and ember maple leaves.
To Rain Jacob entering her life amidst her wreck of an emotional state felt like fate. It made sense to her all of a sudden, her deceiving partners, her return from New York to her Backstreet Boys plastered bedroom, her crumbled self esteem that was to be rebuilt by this amazing guy. In fact, any thoughts of other plans she had, one of which was Japan, were a world away. She had long since shoved the mysterious brochures aside and instead began working on paintings, and photography and enjoyed indulging in a good book and a good cup coffee. Jacob’s presence in her life brought that back to her, and the cloud that she wore dejected and humiliated as she was after returning back to her parents’ house disappeared.
She instead started a website, a personal journal for the public, where she shared her photography and her writing. Especially when Jacob took her to a particularly interesting place that she couldn’t help but be inspired by, she would pull out her camera and photograph every little detail and then she would write down anything and everything that popped in her mind about the place. Jacob always looked amused, and although he didn’t say anything she felt silly a lot of times for getting so excited over these places. She wouldn’t linger too long on that thought, though. He never said anything directly to her or joked about it, so she convinced herself not to be too bothered.
Back in the buzzing coffee shop Rain checked the time. She was waiting for Jacob. He had recommended this coffee shop to her boldly claiming the place had the best hot drinks in their little town. The place felt like they took traditional cozy and sprinkled it with modern elements here and there. What she liked most that noticed when she walked in was a big bookshelf filled with used books and new books donated by loyal customers. The personal connection each book carried with it intrigued her. Tickled with interest she headed to it, too conscious of the crowded tables that she had to walk between to get to the bookshelf.
‘Books to be read in the Café only, do not take home. If you would like to donate a book, run it by the staff. Thank you. Café Rivoli’ was written in white chalk in cursive on a decorative framed blackboard. The bookshelf was as she had expected: a mishmash of very old and new. From autobiographies to poetry to Jane Austin novels to history books and art books and classic novels, it carried every possible taste any random person could have. She decided she would run her fingertips along the books displayed there and randomly stop at one, and that would be the one she would pull out. So she closed her eyes and ran her fingers along, touching canvas books, paper books, even velvet books, big and small. When she finally stopped, her finger tips where touching an old book encased in worn silk. She pulled it out, and it turned out to be a book on the tradition of the Japanese tea ceremony. The cover was meticulously decorated with abstract looking sakura blossoms. She was just about to open the book when a warm breath whispered in her ear, “there you are”.
Rain almost screamed as she turned around, only to find Jacob’s apologetic face looking at her.
“Jacob! Don’t do that again”, she said as he pulled her in for a hug and repeatedly apologized.
“People are looking,” she whispered embarrassed.
“They were looking before I came in,” he said quietly, flirtingly, and winked.
She melted a little and her mind lost focus on this old book she was still clutching.
They walked back to her table, and she absentmindedly placed the book on her bag while the hand Jacob had held was still tingling with imaginary jolts of electricity. There he sat, with his two day beard, his messy head of hair (which seemed to have been attempted to be made presentable but the weather outside decided otherwise) and his smile.. ..oh his smile.
“So, what do you think of the place?” he asked, looking expectant.
“It’s…well, it’s definitely something,” she replied.
Then she turned and pointed at the bookshelf.
“That, however, is like a Narnia world for books. It’s incredible! In fact I randomly picked this up, look at it!”
She picked up the ancient looking silk book and dropped it on the table, and looked at Jacob with a wide grin.
“Cool,” he said, absentmindedly, and took a quick at it.
He drummed his fingers around the edges of the book, and casually turned it around, inspecting it with very little interest, “Looks old.”
“Yeah it is,” replied Rain as she took it. She was about to open it, then Jacob stole her attention.
“So, coffee?” he asked.
She nodded and asked him to get her what he was getting; she was still in awe of the book and he clearly knew what was good here.
The coffee was, of course, delicious and so was everything that Jacob ordered. Without realizing it she put the book inside her bag, and they chatted the rest of the afternoon away and she hadn’t had a second thought about it.
They left the cozy coffee shop only to be hit by the autumn chilled air. Jacob immediately put his arm around her waist and pulled her in, and she naturally placed her head in that nook between head and shoulder. She loved that nook, and she couldn’t remember feeling any safer than she did when she was with him, like that. The walk took them to her favourite bookstore. Mrs.Bauer already met Jacob, and she let Rain know that she really, really approves.
“Ah, my favourite couple!” greeted them Mrs.Bauer.
Jacob gave her his charming smile and hugged her.
Rain felt herself get a little embarrassed, though. She wasn’t used to the term couple, especially in reference to her, ever. B, who broke her heart, was never really attainable and she felt like it she was the problem, like she couldn’t be seen as someone’s girlfriend. He always gave her the feeling that he was looking down on her and that she wasn’t good enough, or enough for any relationship with him. And then Jacob came along, better looking and more interesting and very very kind, and she felt like she didn’t deserve him. And while she gradually got used to the idea that such a great guy does want her, the feeling was still a foreign language to her.
“Cool down, her heart won’t handle too much of that smile,” she whispered to Jacob.
He looked down at her and held her tighter. That look right there; that was the look that slowly made her feel she could be worth something or someone’s time.
They had been chatting with Mrs.Bauer for a while now, especially Jacob. Mrs.Bauer shared anecdotes of Rain’s childhoods and embarrassing moments and Rain fled to the bookshelves to avoid Jacob’s reactions. She scanned through the photography section to look for something to inspire her. A small magazine had approached her to photograph an event in town, and she agreed to do it despite the anxiety she felt. She began posting a lot of the photographs she took while she was out with Jacob; the jazz bars, the little coffee shops, the hidden secret restaurants. She was initially inspired to post the pictures when the owners of these places loved the pictures so much they asked if she could post them online and review the places.
And she was a graphic designer so creating the website was easy.
And so she began a little project of her own, completely unintentional. She shared this with Jacob in previous conversations; although, as encouraging as he was, he didn’t treat it like something big. But for Rain it was, and it took a lot of her broken courage to put herself out there again. She stayed in contact with a lot of those places that she visited with Jacob, and she appreciated that it was through him that she had been able to start anything at all. Some of the places even paid her for her pictures and articles.
The event she was going to was a slightly over hyped local art exhibition; some minor celebrities were visiting. While it was easy to photograph restaurants and cafes and the streets of her beloved town, she needed to learn the art of capturing art. She picked out a bunch of books and walked back to the front of the store only to find Jacob and Mrs. Bauer still in the same places and chatting away. By Jacob’s loud laughs she surmised that the two of them were still on the same topic: Rain’s embarrassing childhood moments.
“Alright, alright enough guys. J, we need to head out I have to do some research for the art exhibition.”
Once she was home she rushed upstairs and dumped all the books out of her bag to start her research, and then it suddenly dawned on her. She accidentally stole the Japanese tea ceremony book. There it was under the new, shiny photography and art books in its old worn silk cover. Her heart raced; she felt like a criminal. She pulled it from underneath the pile and ran her fingertips across the surface. The old fashioned abstract Sakura blossoms were slightly raised. Even though she was supposed to research for the art event, the book was beckoning her to open it and look inside. She turned the cover page over and found an inscription in Japanese, very old, and in black ink. She grabbed her mobile phone and took a picture of it, incase she would run into someone who could read Japanese, although she doubted it. Just in case.
She put the book to the side and went ahead with the research, which she hadn’t planned would take so long. Message from Jacob, her mother popping in every few minutes and her necessary caffeine dose made what should have taken her a few hours go well into the rest of the night. When she was finally done, notes taken and pages marked, she tidied everything up and began to let her mind drift to her website. The photography success she had achieved had caught her by surprise and was not at all what she had pictured would happen since her kick out of her own company. She imagined she would be working for her mother a very mind numbing job, eventually sink so low in depression and self-depreciation that she would turn fat and alone, and even imagined Rosie running of to another owner because of how disgusted she would be with Rain. Instead, she was taken around town by a gorgeous man, to amazing and exciting new places and had managed to collect enough courage to post her work for the public; and some insisted on paying her for the pictures and comments.
She headed to bed, mind filled with too many exciting thoughts that the idea of sleep seemed absurd. But she had to, she had a long week ahead before the event and wanted to study the area the exhibit was taking place in. She did eventually fall asleep, though, and that was when Rosie, who was curled up next to Rain, began to growl a little.
He wouldn’t try to touch her again for a long time. In her dreams he was just fog in the shape of something not discernable. He was standing far this night, although now something bonded him to this house. What he could not say. He stood there. He had once felt this longing for someone before, but when? And who?
The dog’s low growl bothered him this night. He began to float away, slowly. He felt sad, not because she was in love with someone. He had, after all, made sure that someone worthy would enter her life. Why was his presence, whatever he was, so strong this time? He has been here for so long. He was starting to feel a pain, not a physical one since he has no body, but a strong ache still. A dull, strong pulsing ache.
His head, or where he assumes his mind would be, hurt.
He felt the emotion of crying, although he doubted he was physically doing so.
Meanwhile in the town center a very old man living in the apartment a floor over his old medical store awoke from his sleep, his heart racing and his body sweaty. He didn’t know how much longer he could physically handle these night terrors. He was too old, too frail, and what happened in the past remained in the past. But he sensed something had been awoken, and he feared he couldn’t hide anymore what happened. He sat up and drank a glass of water, and waited for his heart to slow down. He got up and looked outside the window, at the cobbled streets and traditional facades of the old town square, and at the corner of the street he could almost sense the presence of something, someone, he once knew.
The #CharlotteTilbury #ColourChameleon eyeshadow pencil in #amberhaze . It’s a 10 hour wear cream shadow pencil, and Charlotte targeted this particular product with the concept of flattering specific eye colours. This one is meant to give brown eyes more vibrancy and brightness. I personally can’t tell if my eyes seem particularly magical when I wear this, but what I CAN tell is that the colour of the eyeshadow is stunning, super flattering, and it’s so easy to use. It’s an instant smokey eye in the form of a pencil. It’s got a chocolate brown base with beautiful amber glitter infused in it. Do I recommend it? Yes!
#CharlotteTilbury #makeupjunkie#makeupaddict #browneyes #kuwait #beautykuwait #gold
The colour is so easily blended and leaves you with such an effortless yet effective look. It gives beautiful definition to the eyes, and the shimmer is so smooth and even. It would be a 10/10 product but there’s one little iffy thing about it. Let me start by saying that most if not all high end eye pencils usually come with a sharpener. It’s great because even drugstore eyeliners can be sharpened with what we got from the high end. The Charlotte Tilbury shadow stick is thicker than eyeliners (obviously) but with that comes a a bit of an issue. I’ve used up almost all of the tip of the shadow pencil, which puts me in a bit of a dilemma. I want to use it but one more use and I need to sharpen this chubby eye shadow….which obviously I can’t, because it doesn’t come with a sharpener. I wish it was a twist up type of product. It makes more sense to make it such, because we waste a lot of product when we sharpen eyeliners and shadow pencils anyway.
And for the price tag (£19.00) and the not-so-much amount of product we get, designing it as a twist up would have been fairer to us and better for the product.
So 9/10 is what the Charlotte Tilbury COLOUR CHAMELEON
Colour Morphing Eye Shadow Pencil For Brown Eyes gets.
I still recommend it though. Highly recommend it. I work, and I have mornings where I have to rush to get ready and this is the best and easiest product to use ever! I can even throw it in my purse and run out the door, and should my eyes need a touch up (which this won’t because it’s long wearing plus I always use eye primer) I can touch up my look.
Going for beachy highlights….aka Bayalage .
I had this done at Eden Spa and Salon and I am impressed with the whole experience from the beginning to the end.
Beautiful hair, doubke check.
Expensive but it’s definitely worth it ♡
I had it done by the beautiful Youkey. And let me note that this is the first time I go blonde. ♡
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(1) Tom Ford lipstick in Wild Ginger:
This Lipstick needs no explanation, no defense, and no description. I’m 99.9% sure that most, if not all, of you have heard the interweb’s beauty community hum their adoration for this lipstick colour this spring and summer. They bowed down to the Orange Red. They headed to the villages of Sephora and Bloomingdales and payed for this magical colour to honour their bare lips. And I am no less obsessed! Hence this is the first product I mentioned and allowed to dazzle you into this blog. And if you wonder what this might look like on me, just go follow my instagram account: http://instagram.com/missrenlivesinq8
I’ll follow back with much lurve ;D
(2) NARS Radiant Creamy Concealer in Ginger:
This concealer is another interweb’s beauty darling. And honestly trying to describe this is like trying to describe water, or air. It works, I use it everyday and I can’t stand any other concealer since having given this a go. It just really works, like water really hydrates, like air keeps us alive, this concealer hides dark circles and blemishes and lasts all day and sets matte and perfect!
(3) Chanel Les 4 Ombres in 226 Tisse Rivoli:
The only way I find myself describing this quad is by automatically comparing it to the limited edition Charming Palette that was released last winter. Not in color per se, but in how much I’ve become obsessed with it and have used it. This was released in Spring 2014 along with three or four other quads and I’m not sure it’s limited edition but let me start of with way I love it- first of all, the shadows are a completely different texture to the old quads and I thank Wayne Goss for this (He was the one talked about how the quality of the Chanel quads in Europe are very poor in comparison to the Chanel shadows in the US and how they’re much less, like have of the amount!). Now Chanel Cosmetics behaved and released these shadows that are beautifully pigmented and soft and we get almost double the amount compared to the old quads!
And I highly recommend that you guys check out these quads. In particular check out the quad named Tisse Venitien…..and thank me later ;D
(4) Chanel Stylo Yeux Waterproof in 908 Iris:
I’m not a fan of this particular product, note product, by Chanel. I have two more of these waterproof eye liners that I rarely use because they don’t really work that well and I don’t find them pigmented enough. But this particular color is just….just…fantastic! I love using this over warm eye shadows like m.a.c’s Amber Lights mixed with Coppering or a warm brown like Tom Ford’s quad in Cognac Sable and this beautiful slightly shimmery purple blue just pops! I’ll post on my instagram a picture of this combination of you’d like it. But I am really impressed with this liner. It’s smooth, it’s pigmented and easy to use and it shows up on my waterline. Let’s hope Chanel has improved the rest of their eye liners like that ❤
(5) Chanel Les Beiges All-in-One Healthy Glow Fluid in No*30:
This….this is just…..this…
I don’t know where to begin the rave I’m about to embark on. Hmm…..let’s see.
First of all, this is a gel-powder hybrid or fluid-powder hybrid product from what I understood. It’s not creamy, instead it’s this cool light product that blends in the skin so easily and instantly does this improvement on the skin tone even though it’s sheer coverage. Once blended you will barely feel it on the skin because it’s such a light product you forget you have anything on. The colour is just brilliant because you will literally have a glowing color and I’m not talking highlighter glow or dewy skin glow. I’m talking about the skin tone looking seriously healthy. Even when you’re tired this is a great pick-me-up that eliminates that grey undertone you can get when you’re exhausted or it’s the first day of your period. On top of that it’s got spf 15, hyaluronic acid derivative to keep the skin hydrated without greasing it up (I repeat this is NOT a creamy product, it’s a thick gel like thing…I don’t know just try it!), cotton flower and rose plant cells extracts and it doesn’t break me out. I’m pretty sure this is the first foundation/tinted moisturiser that I will finish too soon. I’ve had this almost an entire month and it’s all I’ve been wearing EVERYDAY! No joke! And Kuwait’s weather is sweltering hot yet this lasts all day (no primer, just the loose setting powder by Chanel) and makes a great base for my concealer as well. But I always recommend that you guys get a sample and see how it works for your skin because this is pretty fragranced. It comes in an array of colours and the one I use matches me best from ALL the base products I own. It’s perfect. It’s just…perfect.
(6) Chanel Les Beiges Healthy Glow Multi-Colour in No*01 and No*02:
These two powders were bought thanks to my lack of restraint when I’m at the Chanel counter. I had already thrown in the Healthy Glow Fluid and the Perfection Lumieres Velvet and the sales lady told me these two were LE and so in the basket they went. And I am so glad I did. The texture and finish of the Les Beiges powders in general is so finely milled and smooth that when applied, it takes on the texture of your skin. It’s very very superior in quality and these two are obviously just the same. I like using the two colours togethers but on days where I want just a barely there, sunkissed kind of flush on my cheek (the kind of flush you get when you would have been out in the summer weather a little bit too long) I go for No*01. I use a little bronzer underneath but this blush looks so natural. And I use the brush it came with, swirl all three shades, and apply it. And it gives such a pretty soft natural flush to the cheeks. I don’t own any blusher like that, but if you have dark tanned skin just be aware that this might not show up that well. And No*02 is a little darker, more bronze but it still has a slight reddish tint to it that gives it a blush/bronze kind of colour. I still use No*01 on top of this or a pink blush when I want a little more of a pink/peach finish but this works just as beautifully as a blush as well and I have a feeling more people will like this than No*01.
The set that makes everything okay ❤
(7) Van Cleef and Arpels Rose Velour N*17785QY:
I have to start off with mentioning that I am not a fan of certain very floral scents. I love perfumes where I can’t tell what my scent is but I smell amazing and thats enough. Think Sisley Eu d Soir or Estee Lauder’s Pure Linen White or Chanel No*5 or any old lady scents. Like the original classic Miss Dior and Mademoiselle. Yes, I want to smell like a refined lady from decades ago. Or I like to smell like clean laundry 😛 Narcisso Rodriguez’s Essence Eu de Musc for example. So this perfume is not within the same scent family as these. Hold on a minute and let me find how the internet describes this before I publicly declare my love for this perfume…..
“According to http://www.fragrantica.com this perfume is described as:
In June 2013 Van Cleef & Arpels has launched a new addition to their most exquisite line, Collection Extraordinaire. The new fragrance—Collection Extraordinaire Rose Velours—is based on the feminine and complex aromas of rose and is described as velvety, opulent, voluptuous, warm and captivating.
To perfumer Antoine Maisondieu, who composed Collection Extraordinaire Rose Velours, the rose is the epitome of femininity and luxury. He highlighted the sensuality of this edition with a luminous top note featuring Italian bergamot oil and soft violet leaves. The velvety heart combines intense shades of rose absolute with the sweetness of honey and powdery iris absolute. Ambroxan, cedar and benzoin lend an unforgettable trail to the composition.”
To me this is a magic potion. Time Traveling isn’t a machine, it’s perfume. This perfume takes me back to decades I haven’t been born in. When I inhale it my vision melts and swirls and I am captivated by romance, and Cannes, and a Winery in the Provence. It takes me to Florence and to a beautiful grand exquisite garden and a man that is swept by me and I am swept by him. Time stands still and I live a life that doesn’t truly exist for that single moment that I take in the scent this bottle encapsulates. There you go, that’s how I would describe it. That’s how far my imagination takes me every single time I use this perfume. That’s why I needed fragrantica to logically explain to you and describe to you this scent. Because I am swept to far into another world to be able to make you understand the layers that this perfume has. Throughout the day it begins to change, it keeps improving, keeps becoming more and more exquisite.
Final Favourite is one of my all time favourite discoveries. It’s not make up. One of my friends shared a link to a youtube video that is title “The Waltz Goes on” and as I watch the conductor says this music piece was composed by none other than Sir Anthony Hopkins. And the music begins and I’m impressed but I thought “ok….whatever”. But my curiosity kept me there, watching listening. Next thing I know I’m taken by the wave of emotion, this heartbreaking story told by the strums and the notes of the orchestra and by the end of the video I had tear stained cheeks, a red nose, and I was clapping out loud…alone….in my room.
Here you go and thank me later: