Friday, May 27, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The first of the violets have come through. No matter the season, the garden (the disgracefully neglected garden) continues to bestow.
(And bestow its beautiful bounty in a more cheerful fashion than the gel above.)
Even as you are reading this, the alternate me over there in a parallel universe is doing this:
to make something like this:
In reality, I am too busy reading your blog for such industriousness.
'Sniff - aah. Flower. Sniff - ahh. Flower.' There's a lot of this going on at the moment.
My camera is still giving me the silent treatment. Luckily I have recently acquired an iphone and am addicted to Angry Birds. I mean, I can take photos using the take that oinky - Blam!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Some recent ope shope finds.*
A pretty enamel pot made in Austria. (Have I mentioned before we got married in Vienna?) We got married in Vienna. Almost twelve years ago now.
Some cute-as-a-button buttons. I'm going to sew some on a few of Saskia's dresses to funk them up a little. See? She's crafty!
A Randolph Caldecott illustrated book. You probably know that the Caldecott Medal is named in honour of this 19th century dude.
The name of the person I married is 'hidden' in the above stanza. Go on, guess.
I just adore the illustrations.
|Oi! You! Bring that back!!|
(Baby is exclusively referred to as 'he'. Baby is 'learning' traditionally gendered 'domestic' chores with Mother. Ah, the good old days.)
We're going to make these doily dollies.
*My camera is playing up. Actually I dropped it, but she started it. So these were taken with the iphone and the colours are a little intense.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Balloons make me tres appee. Whenever I see a mass of multi-coloured bawoons my senses are flooded with a moment from my childhood - but I can't seem to isolate that moment.
You know - that feeling, almost deja vu, but not quite. It's similar to a scent that takes you back, or a song. Obviously there was some image that made a significant impact on my young brain. Was it an image from a book? A particularly extravagant birthday party? (Envy is a strong emotion.) Things like this can keep me occupied for hours.
I am that self-absorbed.
Perhaps it was, indeed, the endpapers from the Marcel Marlier books I owned. (My favourite was Mary Learns to Dance.)
Aren't they pretty?
Bawoons and bubleize.
The image above is from the classic film Le Ballon Rouge. (The Red Balloon for those of you who do not sachez le Fwench.)
Have you seen it? It is like a moving picture book. Full of gorgeous Parisian streetscapes.
The flea market scene is my favourite. Naturellement. Imagine the Parisian flea market in 1956. Vintage finds would be antiques and newfangled design would be our vintage. It's confusing. Like Back to the Future.
Have a look at these crazy folk recreating the wonder of childhood and its fantasies:
It's called cluster ballooning.
I don't think I'm that nostalgic.