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corner view ≈ egg

once upon a time, i had a strange egg in the house.

i put it on the window sill, contemplating its seize. each time i passed the egg, i stroked its soft shell, which also felt a little uneven.

i guess you could say i liked its touch.

i'd been presented with the egg by means of a gift. someone had carefully emptied the egg out for me, and then brought it to the house. i was careful in turns, not to waste it, as in letting it drop.

it lived with us for a good few years. until one day, i let it drop.

i guess you could say one can't make any omelette without breaking the egg, but in this case, ... well.

this week's theme egg, on jane's corner view, hosted by francesca.

drawing challenge NEW THEME : i am a { ··· fill in your zodiac sign ··· }

would it be fun? could it be? what is your sign, and how do you play it?

does it play you? ☻

humble friends, let's face it, we are what we are, under moon and stars.

if you feel like playing along, just give us a ... sign.

this drawing challenge will be revealed on the weekend of april, 14-15th.

by all means, send me a message, and i will add your name to the ~~zodiac~~, erm, list.

patrice, helen, renilde, julia, rosemary, victoria, tanïa, carole, lise b, leena, ariane, kristen, do join ...

corner view ≈ work and play {on the 24/7 subject}

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work and play seem to come in alternate peaks and bouts. if you're in for a sticky story, roll on! on some people's request, i shall reluctantly let you in on how i tackled the cracked rolling pin. disappointingly perhaps, i used a figure of speech in a poor stand up comedy way. for no nifty, naughty nor fabulous solution popped to my mind, but good old trustworthy duct tape. {as decoratively shown here, on your left}

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i did not age the tape as sue barker on tv always did, rendering it low tack by sticking it a few times to your own clothes. the pickle started when i could but find the painter's duct tape, not the hardwaring one. closing time in the diy stores, i had to make do with what i literally had on hand, which was soreness and a few misery bits of sticky tape. which meant the handle cracked further, like, when in a cartoon, the protagonist stands too close to the edge of the ravine, and the grounds underneath crumble away as he breathes.
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i felt a little like that unfortunate hero.

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the other stunning fact was i just needed rolling one last square yard of wall, before i was done for the day anyway. these things happen only when one feels tattered. totally uninspired, i ended up wrapping an old cloth over the handle, which unravelled as i frowned upon it, fluttering to the messy floor a few times, probably totally offended by my unglamourous whispering under end of an exhausting day breath.

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luckily we have two (!) decent sized diy stores at hand. when i say at hand, i should perhaps call it at foot, just a 5 minutes walk away. for a breather, rescue remedy so close to home works wonders. has done so, oh, numerous times before. the silver duct tape is my newest hero, sticking close-by, as i roll on.
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my work {and play} attempt to jane's corner view, hosted by francesca; this week's theme chosen by sunnymama.

a letter of contentment

dear heather, i know what you mean by having the feeling someone just like you is living in another country. when small, i spent sleepless nights over this question. nowadays keeping virtual world wide connections the way we do, these earlier assumptions are being confirmed. i've yet to unearth a monozygotical element (i'm not looking), but i'm sometimes freaked by duplicate features i distinguish in people living on the other side of this planet. just as amazing i find it to be nominated on your blog! i shall of course oblige and fill in five random facts about myself, before moving swiftly on to more intense labour of the day, which will include paint and plaster {and roller pins on wednesday}. what else is new?

1. i listened to etienne vermeersch being interviewed on the telly yesterday morning. i was in mum's house, giving the crystal chandelier a good scrub (not my particular idea of spending a sunday morning, but mum is an avid spring cleaner). mum wanted to turn down the box, but i positively squealed. at the risk of tumbling down the dinner table, i couldn't for the life of me miss the philosopher's view on this world's condition. i'm a sucker for a thought, or two.

2. i love london. i think i may have lived there in another life. only, i don't believe in other lives. therefore i believe i'm a bit of a mad hatter, to fall for a city like that. london still smells like she did when i first met her, at the age of seventeen.

3. once upon a time, i met a man from buffalo, usa, on the cross country greyhound from des moines into chicago. i think he was on his way home. we liked one another, but favoured different destinations. buffalo will always sound a little special to me, and now i see your roots lie there, heather!

4. everything alice! there's the mad hatter again... i sure would LOVE to interview lewis carroll on the subject, check out whether he was as lyrical in real life as he was on paper. that's not going to happen, so i keep to alice. i have to.

5. i don't always go to sleep happy. turmoil is known to be mine when i turn in for the night. that could be a nightmare (like last night) or insomnia. i fear i'll slide of the stairs when i fetch a glass of water. i call it fear of anything dark, which i don't favour. therefore i could not ever love LORD OF THE RINGS, which i don't. i was in awe of the special effects though: too real!

these above facts are random indeed. i could go on, but that is not the question. this list will look totally different in the morning. now, do i find five other good souls to keep the ball rolling? will joanne, leslie, kylie, angela and mar play? over to you's. ..

drawing | smile

my mantra, lately. based upon nat king cole's unforgettable words, and linking to leena's, who came up with the idea of smiles. a good one! ☻