Something is ending and something begins...

As a child, I used to spend a lot of time with my grandmother. Being born in an artistic family, she always had an eye for unique patterns and a rare talent of observation.

I remember fresh summer evenings when we used to sit on a terrace of our summer house and just watch the sun go down. She taught me how to see and appreciate these little charming details of a moment, which we all tend to miss in a rush of our lives.

Our country house was full of old furniture, paintings, and books which were expelled from family’s city apartments as non-relevant or not fitting into a context.

I often spent my bookworm time sitting on a very stiff but full-of-grace antique sofa filled with horsehair. I still remember those beautiful cherry tree carvings and a worn-off, almost unidentifiable pattern of its upholstery.

I liked to imagine those long-gone times when this sofa was still a centerpiece of my great-grandmother’s living room. The interior they had and their lifestyle. I thought about my grandmother still being a little girl in her white Sunday dress, playing with a porcelain doll in this very same place.

The romance of the Victorian era had to give its way to the early 2000s when I entered my Financial Management studies. Once getting free from my cubicle—on my regular holiday trips all around Europe—I would never miss a flea market or an antique shop.

Sensing this atmosphere always makes me feel at home and gives me a sense of belonging to something beyond our daily routines. Something full of history, charm, and wisdom.

Today, over a decade later, when my career is on a firm track and I’m here with my own family around me, I finally have the time to fulfill something I was always meant to do.

PrettyDifferentShop is a reflection of my soul, my story, and beauty as I feel it.

My grandparents | Summer 1956