Only idiots don't have cats..
There you go, the first little ball from our Christmas tree falling down, landing on the cold stone floor and shatter into pieces. Great traditions never die :)
Mrs. Fruit
I don't want to be famous..
I never really aimed for fame and fortune. Or maybe more accurate. I never ever aimed for fame. I just don’t want to be famous.
Which from time to time makes this whole writing thing very difficult for me.
Loyalty, not for everybody..
For anybody following the “quick notes” I make side by side with the blog you’d probably know by now that I am working on a candle stick holder.
The weirdness that is my family.
The more things I find out about my parents in general, and my father in particular the more confused I get.
In all, everything is just weird.
Just focus the 1h a day..
To just focus 1h per day is the goal I have set to maintain my other completely stand alone writing venture. A venture that is hosted on the very same platform as this site.
I love digging in the garden..
I love digging around in our garden. Some days are more fun the others. Today was one of the fun days. For one I found some amazing outdoor tiles by our log cabin.
A bit awkward maybe since we lived here for 2.5 year already. But never before did I noticed the pattern in these tiles.
Our house, in the middle of the street..
Our house, maybe not so much in the middle of the street but in the outskirts of our village is a querky place.
It goes up and it goes down, I believe I counted to some 14 different levels.
It hurts..
Negative stress is like the worst. It triggers things in my body that I never ever talked about in public before.
Only my friends know, but I am thinking maybe I should start sharing with others. Like my readers.
Just like grandma's house..
Lately in our house we have started to redecorate a bit. Some things have been thrown out to never return. Some things are old but new to us, while other stuff is double folded old both according to age and in our house hold.
Clash of the titans..
Once upon a time I hade some kind of a boy friend in the UK. One year in December, when we were in our early twenties, he took the boat from Harwich [I presume] to travel up north to the cold and dark Scandinavia.
Great weekend in good company..
On Friday my oldest friend flew in (read came with the bus) from Brussels. I cannot believe how fortunate we are to live so close to each other as we’ve been doing for the past I don’t know nine years or so.
The vintage furniture drama goes on..
So in the end of last week I had convinced my hubbie that a cabinet in the TV-room is not an all bad idea. So I scouted around on the national “Craigs List” for what is referred to as “maiden kasts”.