A musical emotion...

Shall we dance…

Shall we dance…

Have you ever asked yourself why is music so important in your every day life?

Why are there so many rhythms?

There are different rhythms that speak to different souls in different ways.

I am going to put it out there right now and tell you that I am not a music connoisseur, actually far from it. What I do know is the type of music that speaks to my heart, the type of music that touches my most sensible cords. I know the music that will inspire me to write, paint, to be creative in the most authentic way.

Music brings out the strongest emotions, the strongest memories, passion, love, anger even. It can also keep you hostage if you aren’t careful. Hostage in a place and time that isn’t healing or healthy.

Gooood, do I love that warm feeling, and the moment I am able to open up and write a few words, or paint my flowers, or winter. That crazy beautiful emotion that keeps you afloat, that keeps you away from pain. Music has the power to heal wounds, to bring you on surreal realms, and only heaven knows I love being there where my emotions meet my dreams and heart desires. Desires unknown.


Dance is the hidden language of the soul.” Martha Graham.

MUSIC can create a certain ambiance in your home, at work or in different entourages. For example at the studio I put on a lot of french music because I like that vibe that takes the guests to one of those little boutiques in Paris, where they are pampered and taken care of. It also seems to go hand in hand with what I am looking to accomplish with Rox Atelier. When I cook I love Dean Martin, Sinatra or Cesaria Evora. When I feel emotional (most of the time that is , eye roll) the choice is tango like Gotan or Trio Garufa stations. Some songs can make me so emotional it ends in tears.

I don’t know if it is just me but music is a big part of who I am. I think my mom is the one that instilled that in me. She would dance with us, she would teach us basics of tango and waltz even. Those are the most vivid and beautiful memories that I keep in a very special place in my heart.

Dancing, Oh dancing! Probably one of my favorite activities, that I deeply and fully enjoy doing, watching and learning. The music, the rhythm, the emotion, the love that comes into movement. It’s absolutely superb. My dream that I have never pursued was to be a ballroom dancer. There is nothing more grande and passion driven. The way they move on the dance floor all in tandem with the sounds of the violins and…

Of course as I am writing there are songs playing behind the scene here and even if the weather outside is cold and rainy this music makes it perfect. A perfect atmosphere, a little happy, a little sad, a little rain and some quitars in the backround (just so you have a visual )

My heart depends on it. I cannot imagine my life without music, without the movement, without the realms, without my passion, my emotions and ultimately love.

Keep dancing, keep healing, keep loving!



An Autumnal Dream...


I close my eyes and fly slowly back to the Carpathian Mountains. It’s a fairly sunny day, with a few clouds showing their face at the horizon. It’s not cold yet, but there is a chilly breeze that makes you put on  a cozy sweater.
I fly over the hills of the mountains, because that’s where the intricate colors of fall hang out! I don’t fly high, just above the orange and red trees, some of it is oak and very few birch!
You can hear the flutter of the leaves in the wind. The leaves... they are dying leaves, they separate from the tree and fly down slowly, dancing like there is nothing bothersome, it’s just the way of life! When they arrive on the ground their dance continues. All the leaves are dancing a cute tango I think... or maybe it’s just that music we forgot to listen to. I always wonder about the leaves dancing in the wind and how much fun they seem to have, it’s the truth! 
I fly away, I fly above the fall, and it smells delicious... a mix between dying leaves and the color orange, a smell of purple ripe grapes and red delicious apples…. the rainbow of smells if u ask me... ummm the cold breeze, a bit of smoke from chimneys, the smell of freshly squeezed grape juice, that eventually one day will be wine... it is all a beauty. All I can do is fly in my little dream of orange.
I open my eyes and I see a sunny day, it’s a little humid but not scorching hot... oh yes I am back in Texas. I feel joyful and excited about fall here. It’s absolutely different but it’s beautiful in it’s own way! Here it’s all about cinnamon, nutmeg, pecans and pumpkins. Lots and lots of pumpkins! Fall is baking for me. I learned to make fall truffles, with pumpkin and cream cheese, lots of spices and chocolate! They are absolutely delicious and vicious.
It all comes down to food, to cooking... pork chops, pear and Smokey squash. The butternut squash bisque with cardamom is to die for!

Spices are everything to me.

There is a nostalgia about fall, a dark side to it, that I enjoy... its sentimental, it’s emotional and flavorful! 
This fall will bring new emotions, new dreams, old and new recipes, flavors , spices ... and friends, and love ... it’s autumn and smells like orange and purple... and cinnamon ! 


P.S. The Truffles Recipe!


  • 2 1/2 cup white chocolate chunks 

  • 1/3 cup gingersnap cookie crumbs, plus more for garnish 

  • 1/4 cup canned pumpkin purée 

  • 1/4 cup graham cracker crumbs, plus more for garnish 

  • 1 tablespoon confectioners' sugar 

  • 1/2 teaspoon orange zest 

  • 1/8 teaspoon ground cinnamon 

  • fine sea salt, Pinch of 

  • 2 ounces cream cheese, softened


Melt 1/2 cup of the chocolate in a double boiler over medium-low heat or in the microwave for about 1 minute. Stir often to keep the chocolate from burning. Transfer to a large bowl. Add gingersnap crumbs, pumpkin, graham cracker crumbs, sugar, zest, cinnamon, salt and cream cheese and beat with an electric mixer until smooth. Transfer to a shallow bowl, cover and chill until just solid enough to roll into balls, about 2 hours.

Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper. Melt remaining 2 cups chocolate and transfer to a small, deep bowl. Roll 1 heaping teaspoon of the pumpkin mixture into a ball in your hands, then drop into the chocolate. Working quickly, gently spoon chocolate over to coat. Using a small spoon or fork, lift the truffle out of the chocolate, shake off excess and transfer to prepared baking sheet. Dollop a bit of extra chocolate on any parts that remain exposed, then sprinkle a few gingersnap or graham cracker crumbs over the top, if you like. Repeat process with remaining pumpkin mixture and chocolate, then chill truffles until chocolate is completely set, about 1 hour.

Bon Apetit!

Introspective !

Ciao Y’all!

I am absolutely excited to start a blog! Why? Well, just because I feel like I have a lot on my mind, and I have a lot to share about hair, food, feelings, experiences, thoughts and life. It seems to me that as a human being we see things from different prisms, filters and colors. I hope I can bring a different “color” to your lives, maybe just a few words that will make you get to know me better (see that I am not such a crazy byotch…all the time).

I welcome you to my world, to my life, to my thoughts and emotional chaos.

My name is Roxana. I love my name. It originates from old Persia (now Middle East) Actually Alexander the Great wife’s name was Roxana. Somehow I do have an affinity for Persian music, belly dancing and jewelry. I wonder if I have any genetic leftover from that area.

I was born in Romania, more precise Transylvania, and no I am not a vampire (eye roll). One day I will write a bit about vampires and Vlad Dracul. I come from a country that prides itself with traditions, history and a beautiful culture. It is ingrained in my heart and I don’t think I could ever forget where I came from.


My family and I came to the US twenty years ago, mostly because I told my mom she better try and play the visa lottery or else I will leave the country as soon as I will graduate high school. I am pretty sure I would have done just that. My dream was to become a fashion designer, and I knew in 5th grade what I wanted to become. It was nice to know, but we all know life has another plan most of the time.

Well I think my life turned even better. I now have a career, I do something that I love, that I enjoy most of the time. I am a hairdresser in one of the most sought after cities in the US. Most importantly I can make a difference in peoples lives. I make people feel good about their appearance, I talk them out of crazy shit they wanna do, I give them a moment of happiness and honesty. I give them a great haircut ! It sounds simple but it is not!

I am here to make this world a little bit better with what I was given. I am here to bring a ray of culture to Austin. I am here to make a difference in someone’s world.

Recently I opened Rox Atelier. A dream come true. I don’t know what will it be, what will come out of it, all I know is that I don’t regret it, I love it, I nurture it and I have some pretty amazing girls that are sharing this adventure with me. I feel blessed and I love that I make things happen. My thing is, do not regret anything you do even if it turns out to be a failure, because in the end of it all, I can assure you, you learned a hell of a lot from it.

Just a thing or two about this vampire!

I hope I can write often and be consistent with it. By the way I called my blog potpourri because it will be about everything and anything.

Stay tuned for more!