I'm sad, angry, very frustrated. A disaster happened today. Actually, rationally, it is nothing, but so it feels. And I cannot simply order it in perspective and put it out of my head. Turns me into a neurotic.
What happened: I was on a really nice old-fashioned flea market. Many beautiful things, even more people.  
I found vintage fabrics, an old yellow watering can in the form of a swan (lovely!), a box filled with yarn, tablecloths from the sixties and seventies, a skyblue vase with flowers on it, California plates with cornflower and rose, a white lace apron embroidered with pink roses, retro cookware, vintage corsages ...  
And then it was there, she was there, a magnificent expressionistic portrait of a girl affected by the ravages of time but so beautiful, so eloquently. As if I knew her personally. 
I thought the price would probably be beyond my budget (oil on linnen, signature), but ventured a try anyway. "A dollar?" asked the friendly lady behind the table. I nodded as nonchalantly as possible to her that I did agree.  
One moment later, I triumphantly walked around (so very happy) with the cherry on the pie clamped under my arm. My day could not get any better .... Or so I thought then. 
A quick grabbing in a cardboard box filled with grannies shawls, wrapped my daughterdarling her booty in a bag, wrapped daughter in coat, packed daughter in coat, caught daughter in coat, grrr....then hop back home.
Home. All unpacked ... All? No ... OH NO, where is the painting? WHERE is the painting!  
Searched everywhere in the house and car. All rewinded in the confused head.  
Conclusion: lost between car and scarves. Too far, too late, too pointless to go back. She's gone. For good? Or will I find her someday, somewhere?
Man of Pip Ros did not get it. Understands that it is annoying but not a reason to be so upset. It took only a euro, you just had it so you cannot miss it. Did you think! Zoetelief understood it, tried to comfort me by giving me one of her treasures. Very sweet love but this treasure is yours. Mama puts it out of her head, I will stop thinking about it cause thoughts cannot change what has happened. A wise advice I always give her... 
It does, unfortunately, not everyone good......

Côte d'Or

 

Daffodils at home, 

how lovely they look today, 

coffee in the garden,  

sun caressing my pale winter skin.  

I inhale the smells  
and get lots of energy 

from what I see, feel, smell and hear. 

I exist from my senses,  
thoughts are pushed aside for a moment,  

just feel..... 

It's spring! 

Earth awakens.  

O.... what a delight!

Kruissteekjes

Vintage
crossstitches,
found
in a
very sweet
booklet.

Sad little girl...

Little girl
why do you look so sad?

Took her home to the nest
yesterday.

My daughter and I
are wondering
what causes her sorrow.

Cheap sentiment?

Need to do
some research
to understand it
better.

Pimped!

Pimped by my 5 year old girl. 

The whole day long she is carrying her new 

Dumpling Dynasty Pigtail Kit 

with her. 

Spying on innocent victims 

to undergo a make-over, on a voluntary basis or not. 

When she is done the little lady puts the result on the sensitive plate, 

records it on camera and 

all of those nice creations of her are given  

a special place in her collection of pretty pictures. 

By blogging this one I am probably breaching her copyrights.

Cute little vintage egg cups.

 

Cute little egg cups,  

sold on the Dutch eBay.  

Filled with spring fever  

and 

a touch of nostalgia, 

as the scent of freesias.

Yellow, let the sun shine!

I am in need of some sunshine! The days are so grey and down for the last week. For a while I have been fond of whites and greens and even a bit of pink but the nest is asking for yellow now, a burst of energy.
Yellow, the color of wild flowers and the emperors of China.

What shall I choose?

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Early Bird - Pip Studio