Hey friends — the last weeks felt soft and bright at the same time, and I wanted to share a little life update with you. It’s been a mix of slow mornings, creative bursts, and a couple of moments that changed everything in the sweetest way.

First things first: we got engaged. It was simple, warm, and exactly us — a quiet question, a certain yes, and that funny feeling when the world looks brand-new in a single heartbeat. We called family, got teary, and promised to keep any planning light and joyful. No rush, just happiness. I still catch myself looking down at the ring and smiling like an absolute dork.

Right around that glow, we slipped away for a small holiday in Vienna. The city felt like a deep breath: golden facades, long walks on cobblestones, and café time that stretched in the best possible way. We wandered through beautiful halls, people-watched under high ceilings, and ended days with tired feet and full hearts. I came home with a pocket of ticket stubs and a head full of colors — cream stone, patina green, a hint of red velvet — the kind of palette that sneaks into everything I make.

Back home, life found its rhythm again. I’ve been writing in longer, calmer sentences, letting scenes breathe and conversations find their own music. It’s a slow-burn season on the page, and honestly, I love it. I kept my tiny ritual: one favorite song before I start, one when I finish — it turns the blank screen into a place I want to be. Meanwhile, my design files got a little love too: layered PSDs, tidy Smart Objects, and reusable templates that future-me will thank present-me for. There’s a quiet joy in making a messy file clean.

Of course, real life hums underneath all of this — snacks, naps, giggles, and that one look that makes me forget the sentence I was writing. We shared the days between us: one cooking while the other builds a little tower on the rug; both pausing for the fiftieth “look!” because every new expression is a tiny miracle. It’s loud, it’s sweet, and it’s the best kind of soundtrack.

Some moments still echo louder than others: a memory of standing at the barricade in early June, catching a smile from the stage; a quiet evening walk in Vienna when the city felt like ours; and that trembling, unforgettable yes. They’ve become little stars to steer by when the week gets busy.

What’s next? Nothing huge — just more of the good things. Writing that takes its time. Coffee that might actually stay warm (dream big). A small photoshoot plan that smells like rain and looks like wind over cold water. And wedding plans that stay as simple as the promise we made: be kind, be honest, keep choosing each other.

Thanks for reading, and for cheering us on. If you’re nearby, let’s grab a coffee soon — I’ll bring too many Vienna stories and probably even more photos. I will share some photos later the week :D

Read you soon!
Nia ♠