in the UK we visited our friend Rosie (my Artistic Mother) who lives in this delightful house in her son's garden; she has yet again managed to create a small pocket of Eden within & without
where I'm At
Haven't been online regularly for a while now, especially since the holidays started and I have not quite fallen into any kind of regular rhythm, regarding posting or anything else for that matter; since I have started to relax more (why & when did I stop?) I occasionally have a glass of red wine....and as I very easily get tipsy, and I mean after one sip - maybe two - I feel Funny in no time at all; I have developed a theory about this: on the day I was born I was in fact intoxicated! I am neither embarrassed nor proud of this fact, it is the way it is. How do I know this: I have in my possession a receipt from the hotel my paternal grandparents were staying in the week before I was born. On said receipt we see the amount of drinks they drank each evening, a fairly modest amount; the evening before I was born (18 May 1963) however the number of alcoholic beverages consumed had increased by x% (I'll have to find the receipt for exact figures); how so? my parents had joined my grandparents for dinner at their hotel and so it stands to reason the increase was in part due to the arrival of my parents; my mother admits she too had one or two of those drinks, to which she adds 'we also smoked like chimneys in those days' It's a miracle I survived and am as healthy as I am, ha!
apart from glass and bamboo, there are also old 70-ies bedsheets on the ceiling; I think the favourite 'room' in our house has to be this verandah
the hand sewn dress has had another dip and enjoyed more avocado/onion-dye wicking on hot Summer days
|many, many walks with the dog|
|jolly TeaTime-gathering in the Dwelling|
|full moon in our bedroom|