the big lean forward

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in WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, michael rispoli talks to sandra bullock about the leaning. both he and bill pullman have an interesting theory on this leaning business, which translates itself into the movement one lover makes towards the other, aka as moving closer, bending down, leaning. 
{image : terrance gold for stumped magazine, 2003}

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as i'm painting a few walls in the downstairs through room, i musta been leaning a little on my roll, for the bugger broke off, with a loud crack. it was so comical, but really unfortunate too. i didn't have a spare roller pin. 

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you do not want to know how i tackled that problem, having no leaning man at hand...  

drawing | garden {blame it on gris}

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i found this image in a book  in the thrift shop on thursday. serendipity is a fickle thing, and i love riding its waves, especially if i don't need to make any efforts. i didn't have my glasses on and i honestly thought this was a plan for a garden! further inspection learnt me it wasn't, but my mind got set. 

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the drawing sits in the book GETTING TO MANANA, by miranda innes. 

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i took a day off {renovation} work and ended up in the verge near the river, eatin' my green beans on double toast. 

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mark the new blue on the thumb nail, if you please. much tinier and a lot less painful than the first blue-on-toe. colouring my renov days like it's nobody's business.

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earlier this week i found myself doing similar tricks in my own garden {lifting up my food to the air}. search me why! 
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son cut me a plaster free sandwich and i ate it, sitting on the back porch steps, soaking up the spring sun (before he curbed 'round the tall douglas tree). 

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though my pencil initially flew over the pages the classic way, i then wondered if i could give my sketching a certain effect? 
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nothing fancy, but squares and ton-sur-ton never fail to grab me. after all, i did initially envisage an abstract tinge. 
{keep this sketch in mind a little for what follows}.

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a juan gris effect {brought to my attention on friday} emerged. i can't say i've much heard of him, but his paintings seem to ring a familiar bell. 
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how i could have done with renilde's expertise on the subject of placing the wheres and whats in my tiny garden-to-be! this playing kept me off that other adventure just long enough to fully enjoy the challenge though. 
cheers, renilde ...

corner view ≈ in hindsight

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theme chosen by 
nicki

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jane's 
corner view

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hosted by 
francesca

{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

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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. ☻

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

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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.

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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

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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. 

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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. 

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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. 

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{litchi jelly & natural yoghurt}

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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... 

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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!

♥