You probably noticed from the picture it’s a diamond painting frame , which i just finished few days ago. If you never try this please try it. It’s incredible relaxing , like for others yoga class. I enjoyed it so much.
To make diamond paintings, you'll need a few materials:
1. Diamond painting kit: These kits usually include a canvas with adhesive, resin diamonds, and a tray.
2. Diamond painting tool: A stylus or applicator to pick up diamonds.
3. Wax or adhesive tip: Often included with the tool.( you can buy extra wax if needed on amazon!)
4. Purchase a frame separately for later.
Here's a basic process:
1. Prepare the canvas: Peel back the protective cover to expose a small section of adhesive.
2. Apply diamonds: Use the tool to pick up diamonds and place them onto corresponding symbols on the canvas.
3. Work section by section: Continue applying diamonds, section by section, to avoid exposing too much adhesive at once.
4. Finish and seal: Once complete, apply a sealant (if desired) to protect the diamonds.
Some tips:
- Use a flat surface and good lighting.
- Apply gentle pressure to secure diamonds.
- Work slowly and carefully for best results.
You can find diamond painting kits and tutorials online or in craft stores.
WHY RED POPPIES? It was a gift from my best friend in Romania, sent to me on Easter time this year . She picked red poppies because she knows how much i love them and miss them in California where we are only able to find the orange poppies ( which we do not have in Romania), so red ones symbolized most of my childhood vacation at Black see, in Romania. Red poppies grow during late spring and hot summer in Romania in may - July.
Here's a romantic, poetic piece inspired by red poppies blooming across Romania from the Black Sea coast to the country villages in the country.
Whispers of the Red Poppy
In the golden hush of summer,
Where wheat sways like a sea of fire,
The red poppies bloom like whispered secrets
Soft hearts aflame beneath the sky.
From the cliffs above the Black Sea’s song,
To quiet roads through hilltop hamlets,
They rise—wild and uninvited—
Like love that cannot be planned.
In country fields where time stands still,
Where the air tastes of sun and hay,
The poppies lean toward one another,
As if longing could shape the day.
She picks one by the roadside path,
And tucks it gently behind her ear—
And he, just watching, knows that moment
Is one he'll carry year to year.
For in Romania, red poppies grow
Where love is simple, wild, and true—
A kiss of flame in open fields,
And every breeze a vow renewed.
PS. Below is a beautiful picture of a land full of red poppies so you can enjoy and feel a bit romanian. ♥️
