corner view ≈ out & about + renov # 36 {studio countdown 5 of 5} - hop, skip, jump

i enjoyed a sunday of out and about after and before yet more organizing the workroom from the bottom up. which is coming along fine, by the way. even if it does take forever. 

the room's had her last lick of white paint, and now she's just short of curtains. and of skirting boards. {i have not been able to face the diy-store.} actually a more appealing way of sailing 'round the skirting is building my brains as we speak. i think you'll hear about it soon. first though, sorting out below messes.... 

ps - do not forget to hover over images for extra words to this out & about post. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, theme out & about. thanks for stopping! ♥

drawing | proverb

proverbs are resilient. my late aunt alice spoke in proverbs only, but they didn't make her live longer. i find i am drawn to proverbs like mosquitoes to a flame. next i fell madly in love with this plant, holding hagar responsible for me wanting to dress up my drawing in triangles {also after walking over a brussels' triangled pavement earlier this week. i think that pavement got triangled by accident, by the way, fascinating as it looked}. and so. two birds came to live underneath that structure, coseying up a stone. you got it. 
i can't wait to find out about other words and constructions at patrice's.

corner view ≈ {spring song} flowers

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12° C at noon, on average. 
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month of may. 
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indoors sighing has become a national sport. 
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so what do we do to keep ourselves occupied? 
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we get on! 
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i grabbed hold of a few warmer hours outdoors, and spent them well.
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jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kristin's theme. 

drawing | fillip {on}

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pulling weeds early friday morning, before the rains set in and i'd be constrained to indoors studio work, i didn't mistake the piercing noise meandering from behind the shed for sheep's bleating. 
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they come visit every spring. some ten days is all them three need to munch the grass right back on the other side of our bottom-of-the-garden-creek. 
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sunday last was a blast: patrice drove all the way down from holland! and would you know the rain held up and we strolled through town, through sunday streets, through the house here, and through thoughts, cherished and shared, by more than just the two of us. 
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demie drank tea with us, and  all of you drawing challengers were present too. why, thank you, all! 
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needless to say we did go and fillip on! stefanie had me puzzled at first, {and is hosting many more fillips!}. 
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i had a 
grand ol' time 
with the wax 
crayons.... 
... splashed some 
post war 
'black-out'
about, 
and voila! 
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corner view ≈ one {soppy} day in my life

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2007 ~ once upon a soppy day in my life, i decided to write a story. online. i was in {adult education} library classes, and figured i should bend what i'd been taught into something that would suit me better. i called it travels with my son. 

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2010 ~ son grew up, despite the dedication, never read a letter in that statement. one day i decided to stop writing. i waited. ten days later, i started off again, now writing in english. i fell into a crew called corner view©spain daily

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2013 ~ i switch on the screen in the morning, connect with the world, in a way all of us do, turning corner view days into times of my life. 

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jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kristin's theme. 

drawing | smell

we enjoy the smell of washing on the line (thank you barbara, for the appropriate image), freshly cut grass or home baked bread, don't we? on the subject of odours, have you heard of petrichor and geosmin? they sound like they could be friends. {as a matter of fact they are.} then have you found yourself madly taken by the smell of the earth after a downpour? it's the bacteria in petrichor {greek petra-stone & ichor-fluid in the vein of gods} and geosmin {γεω- earth and ὀσμή smell} that cause the delectable fragrance of soil after rain. thus, ode to the filamentous bacteria in a macro foolery of actinomycetes. many more smells over at barbara's! 

renov # 35 {countdown 4 of 5} - basic delays, the incidence of light and home training

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i read somewhere that when we plan something it usually takes up to three times longer the estimated time to execute the plan. you would think after all these years of executing i have learned this reality to be true and take it in wise account. time and again i discover i am barely halfway further in my settings by the end of the day... and i'm always surprised.
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as long as it just makes me frown, who am i getting my knickers in a twist on that? thus i am now finally onto 'finishing' the studio floor. i've moved the horrendous wardrobe UP that new floor, to be out of the way. besides that, i've stretched, i've bowed, i've laid down, i've stood up, i've rolled, i've rocked, i've taken many plunges, some of which came down hard.
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i'm a little sorry i can't see this space all empty, because it'd give {us} a proper idea on the incidence of light. i'm a sucker for the incidence of light. but this is how it is, and this is as good as it gets. and we're happy. overly happy. {not that we expect finishing tonight}. update : floor done.
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if only these guys would pop in, right. 
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the speed they are taking, getting things done... 
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drawing | burlesque

cooks dare deconstructing a classic dish, to reinvent the essence. i think nouvelle cuisine may have seen the end to the novelty by that thought. now, one way or another i came up with a similar idea, as i was musing upon this week's challenge. tanïa made me think hard, and while she was out there, galavanting amongst old timer 2CV (was it?), i found myself witness to legs being losely thrown up in the air. that is however as far as my deconstruction for the day goes. but it was fun. more burlesque, bei tanïa. 

renov # 34 {studio countdown 3 of 5} - funk it up!

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i've had to overcome trouble-in-the-hen house, reminding myself of crucial lesson number one in renovation: always buy quality materials. 

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as i layed down piece after 'sorrowful' piece of laminate floor in my studio, the individual boards chipped no end. just looking at the lamentable pieces made 'em 'crumble'. 

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in a proper blue funk i called to my son. his youthful poise bore effect. i got over myself and accepted aversion. i feel better now. 
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one third of the studio nakedness done. last weekend found me putting up a wall rack to fill it up with clear containers. i know. i have been repeating myself on the subject. in my mind's ear, i hear removal carton tear away at last. hooray! 
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update ~ yes, containers did go up, as did as many bobs and pieces to be out of the way. no. not properly installed, nor emptied out, the boxes. hall ways cleared though, another hooray. we're not there yet, but the trip remains interesting... ☻
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