Longtemps sans voir

Si tu n'as pas

ce que tu aimes

aimes ce que tu as

Merely an Image

Lovely little stool & cushion!

Desires in a vintage box...

Madame Circonflexe

See No, Speak No, Hear No...

Horen, zien en zwijgen....

Blissful...

From my nest
view on the
old chestnut
 

Beautiful spring days
behind
 

Today
an autumn day
 

But the first
fresh green leaves
sprout...

Mmmm...blissful..

I live in a cabinet of curiosities........

Way Too Much

I sometimes can not make choices ..
recognizable?

An old blue shelving
found at a marketplace companion
Shall I leave it in its original state?
Or indulge it with a white paintbath?
I went for blue.

Cupboards full of vintage wallpaper
what shall I choose.......
Finally found 4 old ladies
The result is good
and surprisingly
for look
how the floral patterns
from bottom to top
gradually abstract.

Then the boards had to be filled
with Tidbits and other Knickknacks
plenty of choices to choose from
Too much in fact.

The end result (2 versions).
I can not look at it with an objective eye.
Dear husband I do not ask for his opinion
6 year old is thrilled

Like advice from an independent third
Is it Good As It Is or Way Too Much?

Nonsense

Evergreen trees and then especially conifers, they can not tempt me.
Make me a little sad sometimes.
From our back room, we were overlooking a conifer in our back neighbors yard.
Not that our garden is a feast for the eye but this conifer was really a thorn in mine.
Last summer, she was removed and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Why I do not like them I do not know.
Perhaps because they are so stiff and lifeless, like plastic.
Or because they always have just the wrong and same color green, do not lose their leaves, not even have leaves, and have boring shapes.
These trees provide too little to the imagination.
Unlike many others, I think they do not belong in cemeteries.
'd Rather plant a beech, a willow (weeping) or a beautiful linden tree, in my kingdom these lindens surround the cemetery with double rows, with a path in between.
Deciduous trees, I can sometimes attribute human qualities, something I never succeed in with the conifers.
They tell no stories, do not whisper of times long past.
I sometimes muse about countries I have never been to and probably never will visit.
Not because it would be excessive, but because the idea that they are largely overgrown with dense evergreen forests with now and then an icy river or black & dark lake.
I am thinking of Canada, Finland (simply tastes differ).
Oops, almost forgotten ... as so often, there is one exception to the rule. Most hypocritical, though. The Christmas tree, this lady I behold with pleasure, not a cross word about her.
This is of course because all of her adornments and finery.
Otherwise it would never have been possible…..

À la Saint Glinglin

On Saint Glinglin's Day, my entire nest will be cleared.
It will be a perfect white nest with only the necessary things.
With hither and thither some decorative elements all in balance.
No boxes full of memories, collections, forgotten things.
No crammed closets where nothing can be removed for fear that the whole bunch will collapse.
Never more collect so much that the individual pieces in the plethora will lose their beauty.
The ideal habitat will arise.
Thus will it be. Some day in the indefinite future .... ;)

A pair of swans

A romantic

pair of swans

and a stack of

brocante plates.

Found in a

Flemish thrift store

during our

summer vacation

in Zealand.

Maria

Liesje

Once upon a time

there was a wooden doll

She had golden blonde hair

 and beautiful blue eyes.

It was a gift for a little girl

from her grandmother.

Taken home as a souvenir

from a long journey.

The girl was very happy with the doll

-she might have named her Liesje-

 and played with the her every day.

As the little girl got older,

Liesje got a nice spot on the windowsill

 right next to the bed of the girl.

The girl became mature,

fell in love, engaged,

married and left home.

Liesje stayed in the windowsill.

 She became dusty, sunfaded

and fell into oblivion.

Years later the house was emptied,

the girl's parents had gone.

Boxes of old stuff were given away to charity.

Liesje was in one of these boxes.

 In the charity shop she got a new place

among many discarded toys.

And Liesje? She liked it all best.

Not used to much else after

all these years of oblivion.

My 5 year old found her and

we took her home with us.

Now she stands proudly on the mantelpiece,

beside a couple of deer.

Occasionally somebody is playing with her.

With caution because she is a Lisa now,

a lady of a certain age.

Beauté Vintage

Last week, on a very good day

I found this vintage beauty on the market

Signed H. Perier 1966.

The image of the lady from the 50s

and the beautiful colors

appealed to me immediately

she looks so cheerful and happy

radiating from the painting.

Now she is showing off in the nest

and every time I take a look at her

she makes me feel happy too.

Who is she

and where does she

come from?

Yes

I would really

like to know.

Luisteren

Fonetisch lezen

 

Woordenboek

1. zelfstandig naamwoord
   1. beauty
   2. fairness

Cuddlies

Have been away for a while.
Laptop problems

and not much

I feel like blogging today.

Last Saturday

we went to visit

a charity shop near here.
Taken home this

scale of treasures and

cuddly figurines.

More Arcopal

Arcopal roses & happy feelings

Saw these cups on the internet yesterday,

fancied them.

Found them in the charity shop today!

Were they there already and did I have

a premonition about them yesterday?

Were they there because of some

wish fulfilling thinking of mine?

Or were they just there

and would I not have noticed them today

when I had not seen them yesterday?

Was it just dumb luck?

I muse about these matters.

And it gives me a happy feeling!

Enjoy your weekend!

Yr Wylan...the Seagull

A poem of the Welshman
Dafydd ap Gwilym (circa 1320 - 1380).
The story is about a seagull
who is commanded by a lover
to convey a message of love
to the girl he adores.

Free translation of the first stanza:

Where did you get your color from,
seagull?

Snow or the moon?
You are perfect in color and line,
a chip of sunshine.
Proud creature

-weightless-
as it hunts for fish,

on the waves.
Riding at anchor - come with me,
you, white lily of the sea,
so shiny, so white as paper,
a nun who sits on the waves.

Pegasus Two

Pegasus

The winged divine horse

Snowwhite and shy

Son of Medusa and the seagod Poseidon

Friend of Muses

Porter of Thunder & Lightning

Horse of Poets.

Pegasus

Cluttered corner....maar wel gezellig!

Letting Go

Lsltn: letting go

This term is lately  

everywhere

around me,

it is surrounding us.
 

Letting go is hot. 

(Before we had the  

Celestine Prophecy
and the child within 

or inner child)

 
You have to, like to,  

want to, learn to let go.
 

While releasing really  

should not  

have to deal with 

pressure.

It would be  

a reaction to materialism
and striving for  

progress & development  

of the past decades.
 

A counterweight  

to our consumption society  

and social media.
 

Investigate further.
 

I think it's really more like
an extra scoop on top.

 

We have everything so now
we want something spiritual.
 

Mindfulness.
 

There's nothing wrong with it,  

good fundamentals and  

scientifically proven 

to be effective.
 

But I do not like it when
it evolves into a hype  

and it is becoming 

everyone's hobby.

Topic of coversation

at a bbq.

You have to be Zen.
 

Wise and enlightened,
inner peace.

It should be all about
not having to be perfect
but it seems  

you're only perfect
if your Zen, and Mindful
and can let go.

The Chinese philosopher
Lao Tse (Laozi)
has made ​​

many wise sayings

one of them is:

"True virtue is not virtuous".

I think that to be 

Zen and enlightened
is something  

that is reserved
for people who can 

really let go
Monks and truly  

wise people
who have renounced  

all the earthly  

and material goods.

(Dat is andere koek)

That is a different story.

Folklore Costume

O..come and see  

what I have found
in the charity yesterday!

 

Plates, which have been 

standing on my wishlist 

for a very long time.

A little tin with a 

"Zeeuws meisje" on it 

("The milkmaid", 

my 5-year old calls her.).

And a vintage  

souvenir doll  

from Bruxelles.

Theme what binds this stuff  

is folklore or 

folkloristic costume.

It happens to me often  

that I unconsciously  

gather things that have 

something in common.
 

I always 

discover this at home 

-no sooner-

whilst placing the items 

in the nest.

And I think

that is nice!

"C'est bon....bon!"

A gift from my mother.
An old bonbon tin

(without the chocolates)

severely affected  

by the ravages 

of time.

To me

the test of time
makes her prettier,
the tin, the lady

more interesting,  

intriguing.

As an ancient ruin

hidden in a forest
or an abandoned house
with black and white 

photographs
of forgotten lovers
on the mantelshelf
and a floral curtain

flowing
for a broken window.

I love these things

cannot explain why

has got something

to do with 

discovering,

rediscovering or

retrieving.

As if you were 

looking for something
unconscious
until you've found it.