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{unexpected} corner view ≈ everyday

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funnily enough it isn't just not being online that is downright dampening at times.
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it is as much the long(er) term consequences in realizing that not only can't i blog as usual, i am losing valuable time over running to the bank instead of home banking (i haven't tried my pj's outside yet, you see?), i cannot check train tables in-a-jiffy, i can't instantly look up how to engineer a good bechamel sauce (cookery books wrapped up in boxes), i even cannot TEND MY SHOP.
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eek!
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that is bad news.
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the adventure has barely lifted off, and now this!

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remember when i said i needed more time to open up shop, and then i took the time? as much as i hate to repeat myself, i am simply not able to shop update on march 21st. so much for seasonal happiness.
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i mean i'm happy enough about things. but business wise i may have picked the worst of times to start up an occupation from home.
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while having one foot in utility boots, sticking one hand in the paint pot and harbour a head full of plans and worry...
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sometimes i simply forget i am a-one-brain in a-one-body in a-one-life. rest is as much treasured by the wicked as it is by anyone else {i like to believe}.
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there.
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i'm wicked.

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i have been promised a substitute notebook {it has just arrived!}, to tide me over the obvious gaps as mentioned above.
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i have promised myself i shall use my time sensibly and probably just hang out on your blogs i haven't been able to visit recently.
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i shall not blog for now. i need to concentrate on painting, flooring and being overly happy in the real world.
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as i'm regaining an online profile, i may try and catch a few missed episodes to ROGER & VAL HAVE JUST GOT IN (i hereby solemnly declare myself their biggest fan). i shall of course {and with great sadness to mine heart} finish the last pages to THEN by julie myserson.
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in the meantime, i am also wishing you all a good morning, a good day and a good night.
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happy corner viewing too.
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♥

computer says no

with notebook-dear on the blink, it's off to the factory for her, poor thing! i miss her already. i hope the feeling is mutual, and may she whisper sweet nothings in repairer's ear, also to SAVE all files on her hard drive, which recently haven't been backed up at all. ☻

more fool me. yes. i have to live with myself.

a lot of needful zen has aired our rooms these past few days. at least in our library-to-be, zen has found himself on solid {grey oak} grounds.
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thus we're living the best of times, the worst of times. we're trying to make do.

i hope digital peace returns before long. and i am SO sorry not to be in touch for now. ♥

corner view ≈ monument(al)

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there's a monument up-{our tiny}-town, that i was solo debating about to show off. the weather though has been downright dreary, so i can only offer rain cheques right now, to take y'all on one of my favourite walks around town and gown {☻ not really} this summer. there's a dfferent kind of masterpiece inside our house, that in its downrightness has claimed to play starring role, causing a majestic feeling, looking at it, stroking it, touching it even.

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last sunday morning started quiet and under a clear sky. i got working really early to way into teatime. details will follow in a later post, but i would like to let you in, dear reader, on our own little, big monument. we've indeed been rolling over it, today. after one and a half year of closure, we are almost opening up our downstairs level.

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our grey oak laminate is our local hero, our monument-to-be-laid (that does sound rude! ☻) in the next two weeks.
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admiring, stroking, touching.
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historic!

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jane's corner view, hosted by francesca.

which is a splendid thing + drawing | blanket

i let him wrap up the book. he asked me, i let him. i looked at him, and he smiled. then he turned round and set off working. a few customers came in and he greeted them. i appreciated his consideration, being a customer myself. i felt warm and fuzzy over his eagerness.

turning towards me again, he offered me the neatly covered book. i almost told him he'd wrapped it up for my eyes only, and he would most probably have apprehended, but i held back. none of his business, after all. this happened in the international home of cooking, next the dominican hotel, brussels, where i met tzivia last summer.

all this, to state i'm rather occupied with cooking lately, and i guess i'm brooding. hatching almost. not yet! first two walls and four floors need to be done. in the coming week and weeks. which means i may not be around like usual. which means i will miss you all. which means... ha! we're heading towards a more consolidated ground level floor. which is a splendid thing, really.

{litchi jelly & natural yoghurt}

on the train home, i started drawing lines. lines to a blanket.
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can you feel it, the soft yarn scratching your chin, body heat captured under the dense wool...

greta chose a terrific theme for late winter. we still need our blanket, from time to time, to huddle up in, to cosy up to, to dream away under...

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incidentally, one of the most amazing after researches so far on google images for me ... be-dazzling!

♥

corner view ≈ {...}

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in the last vendela vida i read, there is a phrase that captured my attention, in view of this week's cv.
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'koray looked at the sky as yvonne followed his gaze. three clouds formed a row of dots like some ellipsis.'
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in the context, i'm sure, it had its proper meaning, but in general too, we all know what is meant by {...}
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(photo taken by anestis karas).

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in my mind's eye though, i saw these three clouds hanging, and thought i'd rustle up an image for the occasion. a little more daunting than i'd imagined. while the clouds picture bank is profusely filled with silly ones, there prooved to be few three dotted ones.
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(photo taken by pablo minto)

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on the subject of clouds though. {now you got me talking...}
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are you familar with the amanda filipacchi novel VAPOR?
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in it, the protagonist carries a cloud in her handbag, and the excellent thing about it is, it all reads so plausibly!
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how 'bout that for ...
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jane's corner view, hosted by francesca.

(leaf from a vintage reference book on the weather, now torn up. the book.)

drawing | monogram

there's no place like wallony to hunt down derelict délice, especially when the sun comes out. and whether it was that sun, starring all morning way into the afternoon, or house upon wall upon car upon pilot that crossed my view, as i was loitering the dilapidated streets and alleys: today was a good day for visual expression.

after a winter stop of shooting outside photographs, i find my eye drawn to different subjects than usual, to changing moods and shifting angles. as if the space around me is looking for a new way in, straight into my lens. thoroughly enjoyable.

naturally, i had the drawing challenge on my mind. i even took my book and felt tips, with the intention to draw outside, in the monk's gardens e.g. (which was closed), or in a rundown café on the high street (which was closed ~ for refurbishing ~ figures ☻).

i headed back home. a monogram is such an interesting subject. many hours in my life i have spent monogram and type watching, as does a bird watcher in nature. i go quiet whilest eyeing swirls, curves and graphics to ornamental words or names. when images intertwine with type, i am in heaven!

it is comforting that so many out there feel the same. that's why i let my hand travel the paper, in order to get my own initials straight. or lobsided more like. overworked even. i keep telling myself: perfection so is not key.
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patrice collects monograms this weekend.
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and traveler...
walk with me.

keep on the {sunshine award} side

all it needed was a ray of sunshine or two, very much in this fashion.
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since i simply do not know who to lift out of the crowd in turn, ALL of you, dear readers, obtain a sunshine award today!
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look for the CAPITAL words in below tiny story. you'll find these to be answers to said award. if you're hungry for the original questions do visit patrice {thank you!}.
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ps - images do not correspond.
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pps - if you scroll further down, and set off the music already, there will be a sunny accompaniment to your reading. if you can keep your eyes off georges, tim and john....

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i got outside pretty early, slipped on my boots and an old BLUE sweater and headed for the shed, where i undoubtedly and unwillingly would bump into a {least favourite} ANIMAL of the eight legged arachnid variety.

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the two COFFEES i had for breakfast carried a bitter aftertaste for some radio reporter's survey on negative effects of caffeine on the body.

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as i was ploughing along, i heard early birds tweeting (which is as close as i get to TWITTERing).
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when crocheting i find i count to FOUR quite meditatively so, but here now i was rather counting the hours, towards ending these darn winter chores.

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perhaps with beloved SATURDAY on my mind, the day drew to a rapid close, as i was considering possible new PASSION for greens and the great outdoors.

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i hoped i was doing myself a favour in considering GIVING away half of my shed gear, for too many tools were cluttering the wooden floor.

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brooming the concrete steps into the garden, blurry sunshiny PATTERNS caught my eye, next the two big planter pots, housing fifteen rembrandt TULIPS each.
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yes!
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to be continued.

corner view ≈ market {& maths}

http://www.growitalian.com/broccoli-romanesco/

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market has the effect of fractals on me.

let me tell you why.

bicocacolors has cauliflowers of the romanescu kind on her blog at the moment. if there's one thing {one of many} which fascinates me no end, it is ungraspable mathematics, as in... fractals.

i fell in love with fibonacci's numbers in geneva, a long, long time ago.

{geneva in itself being a place of mystery, because of cern}

where does mathematical fascination kick in, i wonder.

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that's what romanescu, and in a broader sense, market does to me. because when i'm market shopping and romanescu pops up, i just have to get me some.

PURE eye candy.

and maths.

... ungraspable.

this week's theme market,

on jane's corner view,

hosted by francesca.

drawing | butterfly

our mixed feelings on quotes being what they are, here are a few poetry lines i like to hear {and so well in tune for today's meeting up of the drawing circle}. i admit it is a.o. the honed voice of actor ben whishaw which rings to mine ear,

“i almost wish we were butterflies

and liv'd but three summer days -

three such days with you

I could fill with more delight

than fifty common years

could ever contain.”

even songs aren't spared the flutterby sentiment... flap-flap-flap over to : patrice, ariane, renilde, rosemary, jasmin, demie, victoria, leena, stephanie, tatjana, hagar, nina, julia, tania, lise, rachel, greta, ... and thank you SO much for playing.

drawing challenge NEW THEME : butterfly

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in the likelihood of valentino riding off his horse into the horizon again, i was reminded of a far more frivolous love messenger. it was alaskan polkadot petticoat {queen} who whimsically renamed these wings under glass. haul the insect world right upside down, turn it inside out, further pronounce it out loud:

♥ f l u t t e r b y s ♥

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do you find early spring is sometimes pregnant of a buzz, a little unreal? the morning light starting just a trifle more thrilling, sun coming up in a bolder orange flair, morning ♫churpeys♪ from our winged friends sounding gingerly cheerful; the very air holding still, for the natural spring curiosity to begin? i mean, we all got to dream a little, if it's only february still?
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if like me, you would like to dance under an umbrella of lepidoptorous {love the sound of that word} polychrome, and in the action would like to get brushed by brightly coloured miracle dust, why, you might even catch john keats unawares, reciting heavenly rhyme. do join in the hopeful band of volunteering butterfly wings and sign up, sign in already. we'll be waiting in the sideline. fluttering. ♥

are flapping flutterby wings this coming weekend {18-19/02}: patrice, ariane, renilde, rosemary, jasmin, demie, victoria, leena, stephanie, tatjana, hagar, nina, julia, tania, lise, ...