Welcome! I am the eighth generation of the proud MarvelWomen from the county of Belgrade. Our species is well known for their pungent writing and skillful hands. We give birth to children easily, and divorce quickly. We are never late, but rush into making almost all decisions.
This is my best friend and I. I’ll be writing about her as well.
Gvozdenka (a Serbian female name derived from „iron“, meaning: a woman as strong/tough as iron).
We adore children, animals and plants. We believe in magic, especially if enhanced with a high percentage of cocoa.
The truth is we have a miraculous power of transformation – from unbelievable attractive young women, almost overnight, we become sexless biped individuals – hungry, thirsty and angry at the same time. Rarely does it happen the other way round. You can recognize us by our curls (if we don’t have a boy cut hairstyle), small breasts and miniature feet. We almost have no furs, since we, essentially, originate from very warm areas where the scorching Sun shines all day long.
MarvelWomen think in colour, hear scents and adore dancing.
They fall for witty, handsome-ish and lying men like mown grass. As a rule, we fall in love for a short period of time, but fiercely. After that, we return to ourselves, tired and desirous of silence.
The truth is we have a miraculous power of transformation – from unbelievable attractive young women, almost overnight, we become sexless biped individuals – hungry, thirsty and angry at the same time. Rarely does it happen the other way round. You can recognize us by our curls (if we don’t have a boy cut hairstyle), small breasts and miniature feet. We almost have no furs, since we, essentially, originate from very warm areas where the scorching Sun shines all day long.
MarvelWomen think in colour, hear scents and adore dancing.
They fall for witty, handsome-ish and lying men like mown grass. As a rule, we fall in love for a short period of time, but fiercely. After that, we return to ourselves, tired and desirous of silence.
After the rain...
My personal story differs from the ancestral women from my family only in nuances.
Into this world I proudly brought four children in the following order: the first to come was the SonOfTheSun (14), then, in utterly insane circumstances there came the thunderous HazelGirl (13), a few years later GoldyLocks (6) rolled down into the reality of our lives, and, finally, the BlueEyedSailor (3.5).
Into this world I proudly brought four children in the following order: the first to come was the SonOfTheSun (14), then, in utterly insane circumstances there came the thunderous HazelGirl (13), a few years later GoldyLocks (6) rolled down into the reality of our lives, and, finally, the BlueEyedSailor (3.5).
Each of my own children, poses, in fact, a living monument – not only to my ultimately powerful reproductive system, but also to different phases of my life in which my babies were born as blessings. Or it was the way I interpreted it.
Today I water the reality like new grass in my garden where, apart from my beloved children, MyBelovedHusband also grows and develops. I protect them from all evils and dangers lurking across the fence. I stretch days across the computer or the rolling pin which I can use as a lethal weapon if need be, although nobody would ever think of it.
I bake, whip and roll the whole day long. I decorate, garnish and add details. I swap miracles for some money which I spend much faster than I have planned.
In the evening hours I’m trying to work out the effects of the day and I precisely know, by the tone of vanilla left on my palms, if I have shone that day and if I will dream my great-grandmothers, great-grandaunts and others smiling… or if I will endure lead-heavy silence of the embarrassed MarvelWomen watching me from the distant past. They created me and I owe them, if nothing else, children with clean feet and a perfect pudding crust. The criteria are truly very high.
Today I water the reality like new grass in my garden where, apart from my beloved children, MyBelovedHusband also grows and develops. I protect them from all evils and dangers lurking across the fence. I stretch days across the computer or the rolling pin which I can use as a lethal weapon if need be, although nobody would ever think of it.
I bake, whip and roll the whole day long. I decorate, garnish and add details. I swap miracles for some money which I spend much faster than I have planned.
In the evening hours I’m trying to work out the effects of the day and I precisely know, by the tone of vanilla left on my palms, if I have shone that day and if I will dream my great-grandmothers, great-grandaunts and others smiling… or if I will endure lead-heavy silence of the embarrassed MarvelWomen watching me from the distant past. They created me and I owe them, if nothing else, children with clean feet and a perfect pudding crust. The criteria are truly very high.
And, you see, I have to say, that I have an irresistible impression that I am here by pure chance. If ItsHighnessTheChance exists in the first place.
It has constantly been repeated to me that I was, according to some centuries-old family plan and programme, born for something completely else. Something dramatically different. To me it sounds more than natural. But the fact is that nobody in my surroundings has ever, ever, said – for what… Therefore, as an honorary descendent of the proud MarvelWomen, while waiting for any sign, I am in fact looking for the answer….
It has constantly been repeated to me that I was, according to some centuries-old family plan and programme, born for something completely else. Something dramatically different. To me it sounds more than natural. But the fact is that nobody in my surroundings has ever, ever, said – for what… Therefore, as an honorary descendent of the proud MarvelWomen, while waiting for any sign, I am in fact looking for the answer….
Over here is our family house. MarvelWomen always live in an unobtrusive way, and, as a rule, in urban settings. This is because they like mimicry. What gives them away is the scent of marzipan and cinnamon. Especially in winter.
P.S.
Let me add something. If I ever become a millionaire, I do not plan to live any way differently than today. Maybe I would buy a larger dehydrator, seed germinator and a professional oven. And I would move to an ocean shore. I would liver there forever, happy and satisfied. Alone.
Let me add something. If I ever become a millionaire, I do not plan to live any way differently than today. Maybe I would buy a larger dehydrator, seed germinator and a professional oven. And I would move to an ocean shore. I would liver there forever, happy and satisfied. Alone.
