winter reds

corner view ≈ darkness and light

in the morning, as i wake up, i've started noticing a douglas fir's branches bending in the wind, in shadows on the opposite wall from my bed. i'm sure it's been there forever, but i've only started seeing it now. sharp shadows remind me of my years in college, when i pushed my analog images way beyond tolerance. i have always had a soft spot for hard contrasts, darkness and light being my personal sibling rivals. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, dorte's theme.

♪♪ so-oh. ring, ring, ... ♫

i was watching abba specials recently. a tune stuck to my brains. i've been enjoying finishing off small projects. ringing out the old in oostend, in b's company, we galavanted our way through soft, mild weather, visiting a tiny exhibition on upcoming belgian talent. hans defer's work well impressed me. images are to follow. for now. ringing... and wishing... all of you...

yule{tide me over}

we've had a few white cristmasses recently {belgium}, but not this year of two thousand and thirteen. we have had rain, and a stiff wind that blows any which way. i've had to fasten the cap, straigthen the scarf and pull up the mittens to the elbow. here's what i've been doing indoors.

finally adding the pulls to the few kitchen drawers i own. have been enjoying many televised cookery specials, enjoying yuletide from afar, whilest screw driving. 

folding and unfolding napkin papers into voluminous flower heads to adorn the throughway between front room and library.

have been rearranging my very own little corner of nigella, our larder. it is finally up to scratch! 

putting a christmassy-end of year curtain on the front room windows, bar the {promised} angels. one ended up in the tree {definitely not handmade}.

preparing food, glorious {sweet} food for boxing day. 

and finally. the "christmas" blanket! one roll unfolds twenty six squares. i'm doing two rolls a day, if i'm lucky. i did say.... i was going to show off the blanket by yuletide. here's, erm, one quarter? ☻

happy days to you all, and to the darkest ones of the year, in our nordic hemisphere. 
now. wait! is that narnia, calling? 

see yaaaaa >>>>>

corner view ≈ hobbies

as a child i played school alot. usually by myself. i drew in many notebooks, was even making some from scraps of paper. i hung out alot in my auntie's parlour, squawking vintage bits and bobs. sometimes she took me into the attic, scratching for more paper bits. those were high days, actually. sometimes i could not sleep from sheer excitement. 

i learned knitting from mother, and i learned crochet from others. i was never into sports, having held up with swimming on a regular basis just the once, for a good three months, as my son took lessons. 

i've always liked walking. reading has never left me. writing makes me happy. photography is an evolving process from the small childhood throw aways to today's trusted camera. 

i'd like to think hobbies change as we progress in life, purely for appetite's sake, but it seems to me the trusted ones resurface gently. the only newish one i might add to an incomplete contemporary list would be yoga. i've been at it for a few months and the calm and concentration flowing from it really helps. like poetry. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kristin's theme.