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EVERY STITCH TELLS A STORY 💙🤍🇬🇷There is something so special about a piece that connects us to the generations before us...
06/09/2026

EVERY STITCH TELLS A STORY 💙🤍🇬🇷

There is something so special about a piece that connects us to the generations before us.

These beautiful pieces are hand embroidered by Vicky Vicky , who was inspired by the traditional tapestries lovingly made by her Yiayia.

The moment I saw them, I was instantly drawn to them.

They reminded me of a framed cross-stitch that hung on my own Yiayia’s wall, at the Patriko home. Making these pieces even more special to me. 🤍

They represent so much of what I love, heritage, tradition, faith and the beautiful handwork our Yiayiathes created and passed down through generations.

Every tiny stitch is done by hand by Vicky, and when you see them up close, you truly appreciate the work and love in each piece.

These are just some of the beautiful new pieces we’ll be launching at the Let’s Go Greek Festival in Parramatta this Sunday! 🇬🇷✨

And afterwards, I’m so excited that they will become a permanent line at Elenio.

Come and see them in person, photos simply don’t do those tiny stitches justice.

From one Yiayia’s tapestry, to memories of another Yiayia’s wall… and now to Elenio. 💙🤍
That connection is exactly why I love them.

Thank you for sharing them with us Vicky Mou. 🤍✨🧵🪡

FATHER’S DAY ΜΠΑΜΠΑ ΜΟΥ 🤍🇬🇷Father’s Day is more than just a day on the calendar.When your father is no longer here, it ...
05/09/2026

FATHER’S DAY ΜΠΑΜΠΑ ΜΟΥ 🤍🇬🇷

Father’s Day is more than just a day on the calendar.

When your father is no longer here, it becomes a reminder of just how much of him still lives within you.

My father was the core of so much of who I am today. He was the DNA of my heritage, my connection to my roots and the reason Greece has always pulled at my heart.

He gave me my little xorio, Temeni.
He gave me my love for Greece, my traditions, my values, my faith and that deep sense of knowing where I belong.

When I return to his village, walk the streets he walked and someone remembers me as Spyros’ daughter, my heart fills.

Because I am still his daughter. I always will be.

When Dad died, I felt untethered. But with time I realised he hadn’t taken that connection with him.

He had already planted it inside me.

And somehow, my grief and my love for him became part of the heart of Elenio. This little store filled with Greece, faith, memories and traditions carries a piece of my Dad within it too.

So today, I don’t only think about how much I miss him. I think about everything he left within me.

My roots. My heritage. My faith. My love of Greece. My sense of belonging.

Μπαμπά μου, you may not be here for me to hug today, but you are woven into everything I am. And everything I am still carries your name, your story and your love.

Happy Father’s Day in Heaven, Μπαμπά μου.
Forever proud to be Spyros’ daughter. 💙🇬🇷

🇬🇷 BIG NEWS FROM ELENIO! 🇬🇷I’ve been bursting to share this with you…🤍ELENIO IS GOING TO LET’S GO GREEK! 💙🇬🇷We feel so i...
31/08/2026

🇬🇷 BIG NEWS FROM ELENIO! 🇬🇷

I’ve been bursting to share this with you…

🤍ELENIO IS GOING TO LET’S GO GREEK! 💙🇬🇷

We feel so incredibly lucky and honoured to have been invited by the committee of our faithful St Ioannis Greek Orthodox Parish of Parramatta to set up an Elenio stall at this year’s Let’s Go Greek Festival!

What a magnificent celebration of everything we love, our Greek culture, food, music, faith, community and, of course, all things Greek! 🇬🇷

And after returning from Greece with so many beautiful new treasures, I can’t think of a better place to showcase them. I’ll be bringing lots of your Elenio favourites, along with some exciting NEW pieces I’ve been waiting to share with you. 🤍

🗓️ — SUNDAY 13th SEPTEMBER 2026
⏰ 11:00am – 9:30pm
📍 165 George St, Parramatta
🎟️ FREE ENTRY

With 80+ market stalls, incredible Greek food, carnival rides and a live performance by Giorgos Tsalikis and his band direct from Greece, it’s going to be one HUGE Greek day! 🎶🇬🇷

Come find the ELENIO stall and say Υεια Σου 🥰I’m so excited to see so many familiar faces and hopefully meet lots of new ones too.

13 SEPTEMBER — PARRAMATTA… ELENIO IS COMING! 💙🤍🇬🇷

Καλή αντάμωση! 🇬🇷🤍

Saying goodbye to my little xorio was not easy. 🇬🇷🤍The day was breaking and already you could feel another hot summer’s ...
26/08/2026

Saying goodbye to my little xorio was not easy. 🇬🇷🤍

The day was breaking and already you could feel another hot summer’s day beginning.

Yesterday I swam in that beautiful water for hours, taking it all in one last time, the mountains, the warmth of the sun and that incredibly salty sea where you can float and swim for hours without tiring.

I’ll miss the long conversations with neighbours that somehow turn into hours… often resulting in a very sunburnt face because you forgot you were swimming in the sun!

But the hardest part is always the goodbyes. Saying goodbye to family and friends, especially a couple who are now older and more frail, was very emotional. The love I have for them runs so deeply and makes every goodbye that little bit harder.

Even this morning my Aunts called to say, «Παναγία μαζί σου» — “May Panayia be with you.” They had lit their καντήλι and said a prayer for Panayia to keep me safe on my journey home to my family. These simple acts of love and faith mean everything to me. 🤍🙏

To my little beach community, Thank you for the long chats, the ouzos, the food, the laughter and especially the love.

I will miss my little home by the sea and those beautiful sunrises that felt like a charger for my soul.

This year’s trip was different, more grounded. I immersed myself in xorio life, and it was exactly what I needed.

Thank you for following my journey and sharing a little piece of Greece with me. 🇬🇷

And now it’s almost time to come home to Elenio!

The store is open this Saturday with my beautiful Yiota there to help you. I’ll be back next Thursday through Saturday, before returning to normal trading hours.

And I cannot wait to share all the beautiful pieces I found, deliveries start arriving from early next week! 🩵🤍🇬🇷✈️🇦🇺

Thank you, always, for your love and support. And for following my journey with me. See you all very soon.

Elenio xx 🤍🇬🇷

MY PATRIKO SPITI — ΤΟ ΠΑΤΡΙΚΟ ΜΟΥ ΣΠΙΤΙ 🤍🇬🇷PART THREE — THE FOOTSTEPS THAT REMAINThrough every generation, those same st...
24/08/2026

MY PATRIKO SPITI — ΤΟ ΠΑΤΡΙΚΟ ΜΟΥ ΣΠΙΤΙ 🤍🇬🇷
PART THREE — THE FOOTSTEPS THAT REMAIN

Through every generation, those same stairs remained.

The stairs my ancestors climbed.
My Great Grandfather climbed.
My Grandfather climbed.
My Yiayia climbed.
My Father climbed as a little boy.
My Uncles and Aunties climbed.
I climbed them as a young girl.
My children climbed them.

And now… I climb them again.

Only today, the house is mine and my Brother’s, my dear Uncle Laki wrote it to us when he passed away last year.

And it is much quieter.

Sometimes when I walk up those stairs, I think about that little boy who once ran up them, my Μπαμπά.

I imagine all the footsteps that came before mine and all the lives that passed through those doors.

The people may no longer be there, but somehow, when I am inside this house, they are everywhere.

In the stairs.
In the walls.
In the courtyard.
In the silence.

This is why patriko spiti can never simply mean “a house.”

It is where I came from.

It is generations of my family’s history.

It is the stories, the laughter, the hardships, the values and the kindness passed from one generation to another.

And it is a piece of my Father that I can still walk into.

The gates may be closed now, but inside them the memories are still alive.

And perhaps that is why I keep coming back.

Because when I open those gates, for just a little while…

they all come home again. 🤍🇬🇷

MY PATRIKO SPITI — ΤΟ ΠΑΤΡΙΚΟ ΜΟΥ ΣΠΙΤΙ 🤍🇬🇷PART TWO — THE PEOPLE WHO MADE IT A HOMEA house this old doesn’t just hold me...
24/08/2026

MY PATRIKO SPITI — ΤΟ ΠΑΤΡΙΚΟ ΜΟΥ ΣΠΙΤΙ 🤍🇬🇷
PART TWO — THE PEOPLE WHO MADE IT A HOME

A house this old doesn’t just hold memories.

It holds stories.

Some make you emotional. Some make you laugh. And some tell you something about the people you came from.

My Grandfather was a kind and proud man, and there is one story about him that has stayed with our family.

Many years ago, his dog wandered onto another man’s property and ate his grapes.

My Grandfather was issued a summons and had to pay what, at the time, was a very large fine.

He would have had every reason to be angry or resentful.

But sometime later, my grandfather walked into that same man’s bakaliko, his little grocery store, and ordered cheese for his family.

The man was reportedly moved to tears.

My Grandfather could have carried bitterness.

Instead, he chose kindness.

I love that story because these are the things a house like this represents to me.

Not simply who lived here, but who they were.

And then, of course, there are my own stories.

Coming home from the village discotheque in the early hours, shoes in my hands, carefully climbing those old stairs trying desperately not to make a sound so I wouldn’t wake Uncle Laki…

Only to discover he was already awake, waiting for me.

Years later, I returned with my own children.

My son terrorising the poor chickens daily, climbing trees and throwing them down towards my Aunties and our dear neighbour Sophia, frightening the women and probably traumatising the chickens for life.

Different generations.

Different stories.

But the same house watching over all of us.

And when I think of my Grandfather’s story, my Father, Uncle Laki and all those who lived here before me, I realise something.

This is the stock I was made from.

People who experienced hardship but still knew how to show kindness.

And perhaps that is one of the greatest things our ancestors leave us.

Not what they owned.

But how they lived. 🤍🇬🇷

MY PATRIKO SPITI — ΤΟ ΠΑΤΡΙΚΟ ΜΟΥ ΣΠΙΤΙ 🤍🇬🇷PART ONE — THE HOUSE THAT HOLDS OUR STORYThere is far too much history, too m...
24/08/2026

MY PATRIKO SPITI — ΤΟ ΠΑΤΡΙΚΟ ΜΟΥ ΣΠΙΤΙ 🤍🇬🇷
PART ONE — THE HOUSE THAT HOLDS OUR STORY

There is far too much history, too many memories and too many footsteps held within these old walls for me to tell this story in one post.

So over three parts, I want to share the story of my Patriko spiti, the house that has belonged to my family for generations. 🤍

What does Πατρικό Σπίτι mean?

Literally, it means my ancestral family home, but to me, it means so much more.

My patriko spiti was built in the 1800s by my grandfather’s grandfather. Just saying those words makes me realise how much history is held within these walls.

Generation after generation of my family has walked through these doors.

It became the home of my grandparents, where their children were raised, including my Father, my Uncles including my beloved Uncle Laki and his three sisters.

This house has stood through earthquakes, war, famine and civil unrest.

Yet within its walls, life continued.

And it was a house that was never really quiet.

Family came and went. Neighbours called in. There were voices, laughter, sometimes very loud debates, food being prepared, doors opening and closing and, of course, the chickens and roosters outside.

When we would visit with my Father, my Yiayia would try to move the roosters away from the house so their early morning crowing wouldn’t wake us.

I remember the sound of my Father’s footsteps coming home from the kafeneo.

I remember my Uncle Laki, who never married and made this house his home, always returning from Aigio with a little treat for us.

They are such simple memories.

But somehow, all these years later, they have become some of the most precious ones.

🤍 A BLESSED SUNDAY TO YOU ALL 🙏With the feast day of Saint Fanourios — Άγιος Φανούριος approaching on 27 August, I wante...
23/08/2026

🤍 A BLESSED SUNDAY TO YOU ALL 🙏

With the feast day of Saint Fanourios — Άγιος Φανούριος approaching on 27 August, I wanted to share something very special available at Elenio.

Our beautiful Saint Fanourios tea towel, featuring our beloved Saint together with the traditional recipe for Fanouropita — Φανουρόπιτα. 🇬🇷🤍

Traditionally, on the eve of his feast day, we bake Fanouropita in honour of Saint Fanourios and take it to church to be blessed. We also make it when asking the Saint to help “φανερώσει” — reveal or help us find something that has been lost, whether it is an object, an answer or something we are seeking in our lives.

There is also a very special tradition connected to Saint Fanourios’ mother. According to tradition, she had lived a sinful life, and Saint Fanourios asked the faithful to pray for her forgiveness and salvation. This is why, when we offer and share our Fanouropita, we also say:

«Θεός συγχωρέσει τη μητέρα του Αγίου Φανουρίου.»
May God forgive the mother of Saint Fanourios. 🙏

I love that this tea towel brings together so many things close to my heart, our faith, our Greek traditions and the recipes and customs we pass from one generation to the next.

And now the recipe for Fanouropita can remain in your kitchen, ready to be brought out year after year. 🤍

Άγιε Φανούριε, βοήθησέ μας και φανέρωσέ μας αυτό που αναζητούμε. 🙏

Wishing you all a peaceful and blessed Sunday.

Available at Elenio. 🇬🇷🤍

Still here… in my xorio. 🇬🇷🤍This year I didn’t feel the need to travel around as much. Something kept drawing me back he...
22/08/2026

Still here… in my xorio. 🇬🇷🤍

This year I didn’t feel the need to travel around as much. Something kept drawing me back here, to be still, to slow down and simply be in the place that holds so much of who I am.

And I realised something else this summer. I came here all those years ago as Spyros’ Daughter. That will always be one of my proudest connections to this place. But somewhere along the way, I became Eleni too.

The neighbour. The friend. The familiar face. The little children who come to my balcony looking for a treat — «Κυρία Ελένη!» they call out — or stop me while riding their bikes, excitedly telling me about their latest adventures. And sometimes they simply come because they need a little help with something. Those small moments mean more to me than they probably realise.

I’m no longer simply someone who arrives for the summer. I have created my own little place here, my own relationships and my own sense of belonging. I am part of this small community. I am one of them.

And perhaps one of the most beautiful things has been watching my xorio become a meeting place for my family once again. This summer I’ve welcomed my children, cousins from Australia, America and different parts of Greece. We come from different corners of the world, yet somehow we find our way back here, together.

And when we do, we create new memories in the very same streets where we created them as children. We laugh, reminisce and reconnect, and for a little while the years and the distance between us disappear.

The familiar streets, the sea, the people, the memories… there’s a comfort and belonging here that I can’t quite explain. My roots may have brought me here, but the life and relationships I have created here are what keep calling me back.

So I’m making the most of these last precious days, filling my heart before it’s time to leave again.

And I have so much to share with you upon my return. Beautiful treasures indeed. Thank you for being part of my journey. ❤️🇬🇷

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