Sunday, 24 January 2016

love struck


 “I made a choice,” he said, “and the choice was I publish it. No matter what.” Knausgaard to  the New Republic, April 2014

same place   different moments
  

the small group is slowly gathering weight 

roots spread downward

the thread beads in&on the Strange Creature were inspired by Liz - I'm going to Texas -, in particular her Patch 21, the black hairs on django are an echo of Heather's intricate pieces over at True Stiches




naked branches reach upward


Five of my literary girlfriends and I were in The Hague last weekend at the Winternachten festival 2016; I got to 'meet' my literary hero Karl Ove Knausgard, the Norwegian author of the autobiographical series of six novels My Struggle. Here you see me offering him the title pages for him te sign, which he graciously did! Our conversation consisted of me asking him how he was (I believe he said 'fine') and him asking me if I wanted him to sign all six* pages? (oh, would you, I managed to mutter) Why do we stumble in the presence of those we consider to be great? I behaved like a teenage school girl, beaming the whole day in a daze of love-struck, giggly stupidity. Happiness is moments like these :-)


 *I had torn out the title pages of 5 of the 6 novels (each book is big and heavy) and brought along just one complete volume as one of the friends I was with had borrowed it a long time ago and returned it just in time:

the loose pages have been cellotaped back into the books; I can honestly say the man is as real as it gets in a novel, he did not disappoint us on the day, if anything he was even better 'in the flesh' than on the page.

Sunday, 17 January 2016

new arrivals and introductions in what is now known as The Dwelling

 It has been a while since I last posted and a lot has happened, is still happening in fact!
As some of you might already know, in particular those who also read Nancy's blog Pomegranate Trail, a brave group ventured out from her place to ours. After a surprisingly short journey they arrived almost two weeks ago. Despite the fact we weren't completely prepared (the trip took them less than a week and we were still reeling from the New Year's celebrations)they were of course given a huge, warm, albeit make-shift, festive welcome. 
Hugs, kisses, bustling, unpacking, shedding the occasional tears of joy and relief at having made it safely across the Big Divide. There was music and dancing and merriment of all kinds, lasting well into the small hours, or so I'm told as I went to bed early, it being a Wednesday night and me having to get up early the following morning! 

Communication with the outside world on the subject was impossible as my laptop let me down, i.e. gave up the ghost as we say in Dutch......and I ended up having to purchase a new one, which always means a lot of getting used to, uploading, installing et cetera and so forth. Hence the delay.

No more of the latter, we will start the introductions right away
our porcelain Doll has acquired a new fan, the Tiny Mouse who immediately fell under her spell. Beside her we see a huge box of chocolates they brought along, yummy, who doesn't love chocolate?
Porcelain Doll now has at least three suitors and she can't make up her mind who is to be her beau, spoilt for choice indeed. 
As was to be expected BirdBoy and DutchBoy (the one on the right with his mischievous grin) hit it off straight away. Together with a couple of like-minded fellows they gathered in BirdBoy's mess of a room, to chill I believe it's called, and I dare say other than sleep/chill out there, they're more likely to be found all over the place intent as they are on experiencing Great Adventures. Hopefully they will not get hurt, or if and when they do, I hope I will be able to fix them......I'm sure they'll get into trouble. However, I am not really worried about that, as the OldBirdKing is more than capable of dealing with them in the appropriate manner.

in what has now become the nursery we find the Twins in their swinging basket, watched over by Sally on the left, to the right in the cot Big Baby. He does own the large red suitcase and was used to sleeping in it, but as soon as he spotted the empty cot he declared 'Mine!' and so it is.


Whitey the polar bear finds the Twins highly amusing and enjoys watching over them, offering Sally a break from time to time.


'drumsticks' Gorilla has never been properly introduced although he has been with us for quite some time now, so here goes....drrrrrrummrollllllll........here are a couple of comments on Drumsticks
'He's a very happy fellow', says OBK
'He always has a smile on his face', according to BirdBoy. 'He's not fazed by noisy children and together they can create a Lot of 
Loud Music' adds GhostBird.
'He has a lovely voice and he knows hundreds of lullabies by heart' Emily whispered in my ear.

Need I say more? That is precisely the reason he's in the nursery and when he's not banging away on his drumset or singing a merry song, he's quiet as a mouse, keeping to the tight sleep-schedule Sally has worked out for the babies' naps.


.....crumbs after breakfast


isn't he a cutie? I believe I have fallen in love with this Doggie. He has a great personality, expressed in his gentle but solid observations, such as 'a tree is only a tree when rooted'
deep huh?

In the image below in the OldBirdKing's room we see more newcomers. On the right seated on the lizard, Mr PR who according to Nancy set the whole troupe off, as it was initially his desire to join our Gang. Lying on OBK's bed is LittlestBoyBaby, who had literally lost his head. You'll be happy to know Nancy, the head has been glued back on and we are all very careful with him. This is also the reason OBK has decided to let him sleep in his bed for the time being. OBK will sleep with Otter who will be able to keep him warm during the Winter's months.



Meanwhile in one of the kitchens Mexican Lady has found her new home together with Mrs. Simpson, 'call me Marge, dear' 
'buenos dias Marge, yo soy Frida'
They have been twittering non-stop about recipes, where to get the best ingredients for all of their favourite dishes - many of which I had never even heard of - since they have met (I exaggerate, of course).
They love food, cooking, discovering new recipes and talking about food, cooking and looking up new recipes. Although how they manage to understand one another is beyond me, as Frida speaks Spanish and Marge English, oh well they are very happy together and I am so glad they have found each other. 

In the post title some may have noticed a change of name for the Project, which will remain an ongoing project for as long as we're all. A proper name for the actual place where the Gang all live has eluded me since the beginning. Nancy once again came up with a name so fitting and right, I fail to see why I hadn't thought of it myself. From now on we will call the house The Dwelling, so be it.
Nancy we cannot thank you enough for what you have given us, the many beings, the delightful names and even more importantly, your trust and faith All would be welcome and made to feel at home here in the Dwelling. 

p.s. 
Nancy, I realise there was even more in your box, we will get round to that in a later post, rest assured!