You can run but you can't hide

Two weeks had passed since Mamisha's death, and my friend was going to London for a week. I decided I need to run away from all that's going on in my life, and managed to get a last minute flight and join her. I realized (a great cliché, I know) you really can't run away from yourself and that your troubles follow you wherever you go, but still - crying in London is so much more photogenic than crying in Herzelia, wouldn't you agree?

Pinky had a great time, despite missing Barbie.

We saw The Merry Wives of Windsor on the Globe theater, which was absolutely divine!

We also went to Stratford to visit Shakespere, but he wasn't home so we bought cake instead, in a tea house haunted by a ghostly cat.

Pinky and I finally met Junie Ju (and had some more cake)!!!

I did tons of shopping.

Went to a musical (the right message at the right time, if there ever was one)



And finally, had some more cake.

That's it for now, but I will write more later and introduce you to some wonderful beasts and such. Till then - I bid you well.

Google, translate!

I am happy to announce (now that's a little feel good sentence) that I added a Google Translate widget to my Hebrew plus size fashion blog. This means, from now on, you will be able to read about my fashionable adventures in your very own language which is nice, since much of my shopping is done online and you can never get too much fashionable inspiration, especially in plus sizes.

All you have to do is selcet your language from the drop down list on the top of the left-hand side bar (marked in pink on the screen shot below) et voilà!

I am also reopening my Etsy shops in the following few days. I had to close them temporarily due to Mamisha's passing and the week of mourning, but I think I can handle shipping now, as long as I do it once a week for a while. The Puppets and Crafts shop opens tonight, and the Jewelry and Art shop will reopen shortly as well.

I am keeping my vow

A long time ago, I vowed to get a tattoo after my beloved Mamisha passes. This Monday, three days after her passing and during the Shiva days of mourning, I went and had it done.

The past few weeks filled me with rage, due to different unbelievable problems and confrontations we had trying to get help from the relevant authorities. I was so angry, I told Mamisha I will get a huge dragon tattooed on my upper arm, just so people know to watch out of me. But mom thought it is a horrible idea, and she was right.

I wanted to mark myself as a survivor, surviving these past 3 years of taking care of mom on my own almost to the verge of my own demise, and I wanted it to show that I am still myself, that the pain has not scorched or changed me and that I will go on smiling for both Mamisha and myself for many more years. With that in mind, I had only one option.

One leg

Eight colors

A world of pain

I had it done by the brilliant Amir Bloom at Skin Line studio. Now, it hurt like hell the first few days, I actually had to use Mamisha's cane to get around the house on the first two days, but it is better now. I will show you a photo when it heals completely, in a couple of weeks. The photos you see here were taken with my cell phone camera during work, so they are not very good.

Oh oh oh! I just found out there's also a Little Miss All Goes Well, and she looks exactly like Mamisha! How perfect is that??

My mother is dead.

My beloved mother, Varda Reouveni Abramovitch, or Mamisha as many of you learned to know her, passed away this am after a three years long battle with lung cancer.

Please keep her in your hearts and prayers to help guide her soul to its proper resting place.

Mamisha undergoing chemo with Dr. Wormie, August 2008

Angel on duty

A Flutterangel hovering above Mamisha's hospice bed.