tinywoolf

04/06/10 - as i’m distractedly watching a program on design, i sense the analogy between my own legs being screwed off to facilitate transportation to-and-fro and starting major renovation. yes things are being broken down to bite size bits, and puzzle size pieces, and how will we be putting it back together again? ofcourse i want functional design to satisfy our individual needs. when modernism sustains mannerism, you either love it, or leave it. sounds like ikea. i realise, ikea is how i feel about the new house. but way before that happens...

… we're stirring my dad’s ratatouille into ae fond memory

… we're warming our faces to the june sun through the kitchen curtain

… we're wondering if these stones are coming with us

… we're lovingly cherishing the (finally!) weathered lattice work

…and for once we're consenting to neighbour’s gossiping cat

♥ have a good june weekend ♥

house on fire

04/06/10 - over the last few weeks i have talked to more male builders than i have talked to men over plenty years of unsuccesful dating. dealing for the best conversion offer, proofs to be kind of a game. there are rules that need establishing, there’s a thread that needs following, there’s communication that needs settling. there is, above all, intriguing conversation.
well, i mean, i have learned a lot about construction by now, without having the slightest bit of know how. i’ve come to understand a natural order. i have learned to see how these men come and go, like ebb and flow. they are willing, my, they have me stunned. under their rough appearance lies a soft center. they are careful, pulling one or both eye brows, when i admit we wanna be moving, come september. of this year. they smirk jauntily, scribbling down a few notes, while i’m thinking – one of my future fictitious characters will definitely be a biceptional builder.
See, i love them already, my builders, for their good sense of humour. we will be getting on like a house on fire. well, not fire, exactly.