Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts

Monday, June 26, 2017

DIY Terrariums: Insanely beautiful gifts

Your seven-year-old can surprise you with the simplest but insanely beautiful gifts ever and all they need is a baby food jar that you have no idea to do with and a little bit of imagination. 

Asya excitedly ran to me one afternoon with these two baby food jars in her hands. She had apparently taken the jars from the recycle drawer in the kitchen, that's where she heads whenever she 'has an idea'. 

At first glance I couldn't understand why she had brought them to me and I had no idea what those two small baby food jars were to offer me yet.

"I've made a gift for you, mom." she said.

 The moment I knelt down to see what her gift was the beauty of the amateur terrariums she had assembled on her own simply amazed me. 


She had used grass, snail shells and some flowers to create those 'spring's finally here' gifts. That's how she called her DIY terrariums, by the way. 



Well, Asya has always been a gift maker and gift giver. That's one of her personal trademarks now so I was supposed to be ready for such a gift, in theory. But she managed to surprise me and enchant me one more time with those fabulous little terrariums the arrival of spring had inspired her to make. I am not quite sure what I appreciated more: the finally arrived spring, Asya's creative inspiration and endless power of imagination, her fantastic recycling skills or her outbursts of making and giving gifts.

If you are interested in making easy DIY terrariums which need a little bit more technical details than Asya's, learn more here.



Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Marry! Mary!

"Why are you this much cheerful today? What is it that's made you so happy?" was the first two questions one of my dear friends in Istanbul dropped in the chat box this morning. My answer was a quick and short one: "I just woke up happy." As the greetings were turning into girlie gossip, I found out the source of my glittering happiness: I had completed my postcard project the night before and gone to bed with an ecstatic smile on my face.

Having signed another artistic creation was my mere source of happiness which was dazzling even from between the lines in the chat box. No one else could buy such a postcard in any gift shop around the universe. I was truely content that my postcard was something totally new and unique. The friend I made it for would appreciate my talent and applaud the result. She would tell everbody how creative and innovative I am. Hoping for such self-appraising and so satisfactory feed back, I am still carrying that rapturous smile on my face.