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......
No comments:
Post a Comment