tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34379104629513008232024-03-14T03:03:50.183-07:00Wondering SoulJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-30452521323794246132013-01-02T10:49:00.001-08:002013-01-03T06:12:50.765-08:00VERY VERY VERY BELATED MERRY CHRISTMASI had been busy celebrating christmas with my family. Which is the reason why my christmas post is really late. But I just felt weird posting about new year without posting about christmas. I hope all of you had a blast too.<br />
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Oh and I discovered something wonderful this time around: I actually love giving gifts more than I love receiving them. I had the best time watching my family unwrap their presents. Plus they loved what I have chosen to give to them.<br />
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As I do not really like to have any new
years resolutions I figured I could also just choose a word for the year
that I will try to keep in mind and that I will try to incooporate
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And after some thinking I decided that my word
for 2013 would be <b><i>hospitality</i></b>.</div>
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Since living in a „new city“ (been
actually living here for 3 years already), a 5 hour train ride away
from my home town, my family and my old friends making new friends
had become a big deal in my life. </div>
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Plus I'm rather picky concerning
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But with the discovery of the Kinfolk
magazine I suddenly became inspired to really take this matter into
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The Kinfolk magazine declares itself as
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with a shared interest in small
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<i>„We recognize that there is something
about a table shared by friends, not just a wedding or once-a-year
holiday extravaganza, that anchors our relationships and energizes
us. We have come together to create Kinfolk as our collaborative way
of advocating the natural approach to entertaining that we love.
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<i>Every element of Kinfolk—the
features, photography, and general aesthetics—are consistent with
the way we feel entertaining should be: simple, uncomplicated, and
less contrived. Kinfolk is the marriage of our appreciation for art
and design and our love for spending time with family and friends. “</i></div>
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- manifesto from their website
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This wonderful outlet of creativity
functions as a source of inspiration to those who long to spend
afternoons with friends playing card games, having whimsical little
get-togethers on a porch and to those who just never dared to take
the first step and introduce themselves to their neighbors.
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Of course, I immediately ordered all
the volumes I could get a hand on. So far I received a copy of Volume
6, no. 5 is on the way. Flicking through my copy I already got so
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Especially one story spoke to me. </div>
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A story of a woman,
new in town and living in an apartment complex. </div>
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She had some problems
with making new friends (I guess she was a rather introverted –
just like me) and as she finally got over it she discovered the
loveliest way to get in to touch with her neighbors. </div>
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She left them
little thoughtful presents in front of their entrance door. </div>
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quickly after that she found herself engaged in some wonderful new friendships
and spent mornings having breakfast at their neighbors apartment and
felt like she finally was able to take root. </div>
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This year I want to take the inspiration behind the
Kinfolk Magazine and its stories and live with this one
word in mind: „hospitality“. I want to create room for having
small gatherings. I want to have a place where people want to go. I
partly think I already do have such a place actually ;) but I'm afraid most
people we've invited feel like they can't just stop by and maybe have
a cup of tea or two if they feel like it. I want to chance that. I
want my friends to know they can come over. I want to create memories
for and with them in my own four walls or perhaps even somewhere in
the woods in a cabin or on a lake by a bonfire (yeah, I know –
these are pretty idealistic, romantic and naive thoughts – but let
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<b>Just open up and give
with open hands. Then you will receive.
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Seriousely, how
much Christmas food is there? Gingerbread cookies (pictured above),
stuffed goose and dumplings (also pictured above), chocolate, cake –
either made at home, ate at dinner somewhere, found on a Christmas
market. It's even partly the reason why I didn't post anything in a
while. I just figured I can't just only post food all the time –
because, frankly, that's nearly the only thing I've been taking
pictures of as of lately. And right now I'm realizing what a stupid
thought that was – too much food in a post? Is there ever too much
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Everytime I visit my
grandparents there are cute kitties running around and if there
aren't any to find their sweet mummy bear cat usually hides them in a
barn or on an attic. And usually when I see one of them peaking round
the corner I grab one or two and put them in my sweater. It's like I
can't stop squishing and cuddling with them. Or I just take way too
many pictures of those furry fuzzy babies.
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">there was this huge branch hanging down that tree and my family - </span><br />
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were on a walk - encouraged me to hang to it and try to jump up and
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I had this one shirt lying
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White-grayish,
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But then
the gorgeous Casey Wiegand inspired me to try my hand on a little
revamp. I just love how she pulls off those lovely vests and
cardigans over some cool tees.</div>
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Most of the shirt fell
victim to my scissors. At this point I nearly gave up because it
looked nothing like I wanted it to look. I thought I cut too much.
But I just had to give it a try and and just cut it some more. In the
end it shrunk down to less than half the size of its original form. I
hemmed the edges and because the fabric is really elastic the hem
became curly. Even though it wasn't on purpose I really love how it
adds an romantic look.
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All you need is a bucket
full of (boiling) water (the more water the lighter the color), dye
color (I used batik dyeing color which you can probably get at every
craft store), 3 table spoons of salt, 3 table spoons of vinegar, a
pair of rubber gloves and a long rod. The end of your fabric you
don't want to dye needs to be rolled up on the rod and fixed with two
clothespin on each side. Mix the ingredients and put on the rubber
gloves. Careful - the mixture may be extremely hot so don't burn
yourself (you can add a little bit of cold water). Dip the end you
want to dye into the water. Raise and dip again to create that ombre
look. Proceed to do that for a while until you're satisfied with the
way it looks. Once you're done, rinse the fabric under hot water
until the water runs clear. Let it dry.
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And because I got some of
that colored water left and didn't want to waste any I threw some
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Since a few months I've been learning more and more about organic and local buying, vegan and self-sustaining lifestyle. And it had became a bigger and bigger part of my life since then. I found that I want it to be one of my goals as a future-mother to teach my children the importance of sustainable living. I want to base the teaching about nature on the principles of environmental education. <br />
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As a child I loved building dams in the nearby creek with my sister, playing hide and seek in the garden between and behind those old oaks and willows, riding on my uncles tractor up to a sunfloded open field on a hill and having a huge bonfire.<br />
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One time my grandpa and I were sitting in the kitchen and he started to talk about his 2nd world war experiences - out of the blue. I figured he had to get it off of his chest in order to process his memories and feelings. Back then he was just a little kid.</div>
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Did you know that all the farmer's in their neighborhood would hurry to get to a jet wreck in time before any other person gets to have that useless junk - to us nowadays anyway - lying around. Did you know that old men would pound the narrow alleys with their horse-drawn carts full of old rusty nails, wood planks and whatnot. People would downright pry that junk out of those mens hands. </div>
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This is so important to me. It's part of his story and in a way it's part of my story too. I want to learn from that. I want other people to learn from that. I have to remember this. And this is why I am so grateful that my grandpa really opened up to me and trusted me to tell me his feelings. I don't want to forget any of this. There might be people who just used to roll their eyes at someone telling those stories over and over again. But I won't. It's onto me to tell those stories to my children and my grandchildren.<br />
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I'm not sure how to sign off of this post. There are more stories to tell about that week. Stories about cooking and planting and painting. But more about that next week. Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-18570493592026703042012-10-21T12:47:00.000-07:002012-10-21T12:49:55.375-07:00OUR NEW FALL CENTER PIECE - an easy d.i.y<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Linking up with <a href="http://littleinspiration.com/2012/10/create-inspire-party-1019.html">Little Inspiration</a></div>
Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-55917830660465253572012-10-18T03:50:00.000-07:002012-10-19T17:48:21.052-07:00POST BIRTHDAY-DAY <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Please note: I know this is really just a jumbled chain of thoughts. But since I had some lovely pictures to go with it I figured it would be nice to have something on my blog to remember my 21th birthday. :)</i></span><br />
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Since last saturday I'm 21 years old. Means Oct 13th was my birthday. And the reason why I didn't post about it earlier is because - even though I know how ridiculous that sounds - I still couldn't find the time to take the photos from my boyfriend's phone (I always told everyone I didn't want something as useless and time-consuming as a smartphone) and upload it onto my computer. We didn't take a lot of pictures anyway.<br />
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I basically just enjoyed being cooked for and eating cake all day. And even though I had a class in the afternoon it was probabely one of the best birthdays I ever had.<br />
Low-key and nothing fancy. I didn't party all night.<br />
The things is why should I even bother with throwing a huge party for a bunch of people when a night out with my boyfriend and going to see Madagascar 3 was even more fun.<br />
- Just because partying in a club or something is what normally would be expected of a 21 year old college student and just because it's one of my flaws to feel uncomfortable when not fulfilling social expectations which I hardly ever do?<br />
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Anyways - my mum came to visit us a few days after my birthday and we just basically had a blast. I picked her up from the train station, then I dragged her to a thrift shop where we spent half of our afternoon.<br />
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Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-63198866496598633992012-10-11T07:55:00.002-07:002012-10-21T12:04:55.331-07:00RECAPPING SUMMER - my summer job<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Note: Sorry this post is pictureless. I just felt that for their safety I didn't want to include any pictures of them. But of course I did take a few. Just imagine sweet munchkins, with a big smile on their face reaching for the camera. Chubby little babies waddling around and basically just being busy putting toys into their mouths.</i></span> <br />
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If you really knew me you would know that if I wasn't a college student, living near my home town, married and already had earned enough money to become a SAHM I'm almost 100 percent sure I would be pregnant right now. <br />
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So my summer job as a babysitter of one-year old twins and their 4 year old brother was just perfect for me. Even though everyone kept telling me I must be insane to accept such a job offer.<br />
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Although I had to work from 2 pm to 8 pm on weekdays, got home at 9 pm, had dinner, a quick chat with my parents, took a shower, checked my mails and went to bed at around midnight and got up again at 9 am - this way I didn't have much time to myself, usually just an hour to enjoy the last sunrays peaking over the hills as I was waiting for the train - <br />
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I traded those for moments full of laughter - seriousely I had the best laughs - experiencing firsts, packing up some food and just going on a picnic or just simply sitting around watching them be goofballs. I have those moments all locked into my heart. <br />
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Their smiles when I saw them standing at the steps to the entrance door and I greeted them from afar. Or their little squeals when I came to pick them up from their nap - let alone those moments I was standing in front of their closed door when I knew from the baby monitor that they were awake and already heard them babbling. They wanted to cuddle and even fell asleep in my arms a few times. When I asked them if they wanted me to put them down they shook their head. To all you moms out there who are reading this - you're one lucky woman. :)<br />
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part 1 - <a href="http://artandloveandme.blogspot.co.at/2012/10/recapping-summer-on-train-home.html">on the train home</a>Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-42492533726516691992012-10-09T04:07:00.000-07:002012-10-09T04:14:52.906-07:00RECAPPING SUMMER - on the train home<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3qjnXht_7M/UHQE8lL8bRI/AAAAAAAABBM/0cGcCTXeYg8/s1600/img055+-+Kopie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3qjnXht_7M/UHQE8lL8bRI/AAAAAAAABBM/0cGcCTXeYg8/s640/img055+-+Kopie.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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Beginning of July I was all packed up and heading home on the train after my last exam. Finally - I've been waiting for this time to come. Summer is my favourite season. I just couldn't wait to soak in all those sunrays without having to worry about college. Turns out I didn't really have too much time to do that but more on that in another post. It was probabely around 7 pm. One of those mesmerizing thunderstorms had just exploded and the sun was slowly peaking around the corner again. The combination of the dark and gloomy sky with the shy sunbeams sending their last bit of wonderfulness over the hill before the sun started to disappear completely. </div>
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<br />Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-10223648468945518672012-10-08T14:23:00.002-07:002012-10-10T02:37:34.684-07:00NEW SEASON - NEW LOOK - NEW NAMEAs you've probabely already noticed I re-designed my blog. Once again.<br />
I just felt like I had to. Because one: It's autumn which requires a chance, colorschemewise.<br />
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And now I leave you with this: if you want to change your surroundings, be it virtually or in real life, just try. At first I thought I might have to contact a professional because it just seemed like I didn't quite get it to really look the way I wanted. But turns out after a few tries I finally did it. And it was totally worth it. I learned some new skills and was able to put some of my creative talents to great use.<br />
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I truly believe that everyone has that spice and creativity somewhere hidden inside.<br />
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Oh, and how do you like the new name? (the web adress/url didn't change though) <br />
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<br />Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-22108261736445963472012-10-05T05:12:00.000-07:002012-10-05T05:12:04.265-07:00EMBRACE THE SEASONS<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Leaves are turning into the most beautiful, mesmerizing colors. The air is getting crisp. </div>
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But I would have never expected for autumn to arrive so quickly. How did this happen. I feel like I couldn't really savor the hotness of the summer enough. The stickyness. And the relieving feeling when you find a big tree under which you can cool down a bit. The exhausting hours of the early afternoon when the only place you feel comfortable is your own bedroom with the fresh and cool bedsheets. I loved that. But apparently I had to learn it the hard way. No season last forever. This thought gives me comfort. There will be more summer seasons. I think I can live with that. But still - I feel like I couldn't really say goodbye properly to my summer days. There's got to be more than that. Maybe a little nostalgic post series. To recall the times. And to reflect. Which is, I think a huge part of autumn. Besides the cuddling and the thousand cups of apple cider and hot pumpkin chocolate. For the next weeks I will be posting about my summer. And hopefully I will slowly begin to be able to really embrace this next season. </div>
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...hey there! *cough cough* remember me? Yep, I'm still here. Well not exactly here. But always somewhere. That's right, I'm very busy at the moment (which is, of course, no excuse for not stopping by for so long). Since the beginning of July I'm working as a nanny of 3. Two one-year old twins and their little four year old brother. And let me tell you, those three are keeping me busy but fill my heart with so much laughter and joy. And when I come home I go to bed dead tired. And this is the reason to why I have been so absent the past few weeks. I hope you forgive ;) and I would love to know what you were up to this month (since I also didn't get the chance to keep me up to date on your blog). ♥Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-11785286166193471382012-07-14T10:56:00.000-07:002012-07-14T11:37:29.677-07:00My Childhood Summer<br />
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It has alwasy been my favourite season. The colors. The smells. The damp mornings. Sun soaked evenings.<br />
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What were your childhood summer's like?</div>Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-48955795570186303792012-07-04T06:09:00.002-07:002012-07-04T06:09:30.136-07:00Crystals that heal<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;">
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When I was little I was already kinda
aware of the fact that crystals are not only beautiful to look at. I
think I always knew back then that crystals don't just enchant and
captivate because of their visual nature. Since I was old enough to
understand my mama tried to explain why we put rose quartzs (also
known as bohemian ruby – I bet you didn't know that :)) under our
beds and near any electronic devices – such as TV and computers.<br />
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I grew up and was used to the sight of
a bunch of rose quartz lined up in our garden to dry in the sun and
to charge with positive energy after gaving them a bath in a tub full
of salt water. Used to pouring water out of a carafe with the bottom
covered in crystals. How they reflected and absorbed the light and
how magically beautiful those crystals looked. Remembering those
feverish nights when my mama sat at my bedside and putting those cool
stones on my sweat-covered, sick and weary body and how those stones
heated up within seconds.
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I'm thankful for those memories that I
treasure so much. For those things my mama taught me. And most of all
I'm thankful for now – that I'm in a phase, completely at loss,
feeling drained and without motivation – that when I go to my mama
and ask her for advice that she – always knowing what I need and
want to hear – hands me one of her book about the healing power of
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And now that I'm finished with avidly
absorbing this wisdom I just can't wait with beginning to add some
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4 cardigans are hanging in my closet.</div>
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Panicking over what to wear.</div>
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Throwing my hands up in despair.</div>
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"I don't have ANYTHING to wear!!" </div>
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*trying on a shirt I spyed in the pile of clothes*</div>
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*nodding my head at the sight of myself in the mirror*</div>
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*getting even more panicked after checking how much time I just wasted with nervously running around in a crazy circle frantically looking for a not too hot, not too tight something to match with my pants*</div>
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"Seriously? Why is getting dressed suddenly such a pain in the ****?"</div>
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Don't we already have enough to do?</div>
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I can still vividly remember the times when I was a kid and would never think about those things.</div>
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All that mattered was if I've got my rubber boots on so that I could jump into every puddle there was.</div>
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I want a house full of
children, a house full of lovely people, a house full of happiness
and warmth. The hot, sticky air filled with the smell of delicious
meals, pies and self-made sweet juice. My children with those little
fingers smeared with ice cream clinching to my cheeks, smooching my
face as I sit them on my lap while chatting with my friends on our
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Sitting at the table.<br />
Enjoying a nice midsummer nights dinner.<br />
And as it gets chilly
outside I grab all our blankets and we're all curling up on our porch
couches and swings. I would be rocking one of our little ones wrapped
up in a blanket, safely, in our rocking chair.<br />
Whispering and quiet
laughter and giggles over our sweet babies cooing, sound asleep in
our arms.<br />
Feeling a cool summer's breeze on our heat-up, sticky skin,
sparkling stars shining down on us whilst mosquito's swirling all
busy around our heads, thirsty and anxiously awaiting to fill their
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Until it's time to put our
snuggle bugs to bed. Kissing those pierced lips good night. While
hearing our friends car's engine start and the tires rolling over gravel, they driving home – and we,
tucking ourselves into bed. Heart full of warm and happy memories.</div>
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This is how I imagine my
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old student talking about her deepest wishes and dreams but I just
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**sorry I left you hanging for so long. promise I'll get back on track soon.</div>Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-55213103958895344772012-06-01T05:25:00.000-07:002012-06-01T14:58:49.568-07:00Facebook party anyone?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Hi, there :)</div>
Just dropping in to tell you that I've just created a facebook page for my lovely blog and I would love for you all to come visit me there, maybe have a cup of tea or coffee and join me on facebook.<br />
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Tell your friends about it. The more, the merrier. And maybe as the stats and number of followers are growing there will be my first giveaway soon *eek <br />
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Wish you all a wonderful weekend.<br />
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Yesterday as I was laying in bed I was thinking about all those akward routines I have to follow each night before I'll tuck myself into bed. And because I thought it would be an awesome idea to share them here is a list of my weird fears, routines and quirks.</div>
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<li>Everytime I go to bed alone I always have to look under my bed and in each corner big enough to hide away in. I know, I know. I'm almost 21 years old and still afraid of monsters wanting to bite my toes of. But seriousely, it's probabely not even too far-fetched to think of a perverted creep climbing in through my bedroom windows. Which is the reason why...</li>
<li>(when alone) I always lock the bedroom door as soon as twilight hits. I just really don't feel comfortable with the possibility of any wierd creatures wanting to eat me or other horrifying stuff - I don't want to go into details here.</li>
<li>A weird quirk I have is that I just can't stand sitting in a room with somebody eating. Urgh. Having to hear the sound of munching and teeth gooifying food. It's the worst. </li>
<li>Or when someone sitting close to me is breathing heavily. I know it's not their fault and I'm sure they don't do it on purpose but it just bugs me. </li>
<li>I can't go to bed without washing my feet (considering I always take a shower every night before going to bed). I just can't help it. A good thing about it is that this habit is very sanitary but still - I doubt it's normal.</li>
<li>Everytime I write a grocery list or any other insignificant notes I end up throwing the note away if I don't like my handwriting. As long as I have enough time to rewrite the whole note again, of course.</li>
<li>Everytime I see something off-centered (a book on a shelve, an untidy folded cloth) I have to fix it or otherwise I'm afraid I will worry about it until I'll get around to it. Especially when I'm already laying in bed and something off-centered catches my eye I have to get up again, fix it and then I can go back to bed. One time I had to get up at least 7 times before I could finally fall asleep.</li>
<li>I have the incredible fear of falling out of a window or over a bridge or over the balcony railing (you name it) everytime I stand near one of the above. What if someone tries to scare me and out of a unthoughtful movement I jump and fall? Or if someone behind me goes nuts and pushes me out of the window/over the railing/of the bridge- I'm sure you get the idea.</li>
<li>It had become a fond habit of mine to pretend I'm talking on the phone if I'm on my way somewhere during darker hours or even twilight. It's the hope of discouraging anybody with a knife in their pocket or any other evil thoughts on mind to choose me as their next victim that brings me to do such things.</li>
<li>I don't feel comfortable with any tasty body parts (seen from a monsters point of view, of course) sticking out under my bed sheet - which is probabely very common actually - but something I also feel very passionate about is the need to cover my neck (which is especially uncomfortable in those warm summer nights) to prevent being bitten by a vampire. *cough* disclaimer: thinking about it logically and rationally I realize it's very unlikely for something like this to happen, of course. </li>
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How relieving to get that out there...now the only thing I'll have to hope for is that none of those people that would be to blame if some of those fears of mine came true is going to read this post ;)<br />
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painting</div>
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furnishing</div>
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cleaning</div>
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and sewing and hanging stuff </div>
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(in) (for) the bedroom.</div>
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Originally I wanted to paint the walls peacock blue. Yep, I knew it was risky but I also originally planned on keeping every thing else in the shades of white with some natural wooden items thrown in.</div>
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Then I had a talk with a shop assistent at the store who told me those bold colors aint gonna happen with mineral colors. So I chose to go with charming lilac. But as you can see the final choice was white. And green. Originally I even wanted to paint one wall mustard and the other ones white but since it's the bedroom and my boyfriend insisted on deciding on a more calming relaxing color I had to come up with a way to incorporate some green/mustard eye-catchers. Hence the colorful triangles.<br />
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The curtains were made by me. I just cut some bed sheets from IKEA (I liked the pattern) and sewed it into a curtain. Which was a heck of a lot work. But it definitely paid off. I like the mix of the white-and-red curtains with the green-mustard-triangle wall.</div>
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The pictures are also made by me except the one on the very right. It pictures Bob Dylan during The Rolling Thunder Review which was a tour he did. The piece of art in the middle was painted by me in 5 minutes. It says "GO TO BED YOUNG DREAMER" on a background of mintgreen and rose swirls.<br />
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The one on the left is a painting I made a few months ago. I will post about it soon.<br />
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I especially love the wreath. It adds a totally different vibe to the wall and is a great contrast to the frames. The artwork in between are some carvings of my great-grandpa I found at my granma's house. </div>
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The old record player is a contribution from my boyfriend's grandpa. And the reason I love it so much is because I can listen to the LPs I chose to every stinkin' time I want (because it's in the bedroom since my boyfriend is a busy bee and otherwise would get distracted) - plus I can be lazy laying in bed listening to the birds tweeting outside my window.</div>
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Out of all the rooms in our appartment I think it's my favourite. </div>
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Especially since I put more work into it then I did with the other ones. </div>
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Which basically means that during the day </div>
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I can practically call it my own. </div>
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</div>Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-30487852909797478432012-05-24T09:23:00.001-07:002012-05-28T07:59:45.659-07:00A little story I just had to shareToday I went grocery shopping.<br />
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And the super market I usually buy all my stuff at is in a little building with a lot of other stores and groceries.<br />
Walking through the entrance of this building you normally pass a guy selling magazines.<br />
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But it's not a usual magazine neither is a usual guy selling them. And it's also not the only place you can buy them. Throughout the whole city you'd find them standing at corners or in front of super markets. </div>
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Refugees, usually black and male. People that due to their current situation are not allowed to work in the country they chose to escape to. People that mostly just have to sit around and wait until application for asylem is done handled by the court. </div>
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The only meaningful activity to kill time with is selling those magazines. Magazines, published by a non-profit organisation located in the city I live. Edited and written by dedicated people and sold by those refugees. Who are so unbelievable grateful to get the opportunity and chance to stand at the corner through rain, snow, wind and cold.<br />
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And hearing stories about people who have such a big heart to come by and bring them jackets or gloves.</div>
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Or just stopping by to have a little talk. </div>
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But at the same time I feel this deep sorrow hearing stories about some people stopping by and spitting at them. Screaming at them. Harrassing them.</div>
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And there I was.</div>
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Standing outside of that building.</div>
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Next to my bike.</div>
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Watching people passing this guy.</div>
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Some looked at him, shaking their head as he asked them if they would like to support him by buying a magazine.</div>
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And some looked straight ahead and just rudely ignored him as he smiled at them.</div>
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Seeing some of those people I felt sorry for him having to deal with such harsh behaviour.<br />
Is it really to much to ask to just smile back at them and telling them no thank you.<br />
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But then - I was lost in thought - I saw a little kid, maybe 3 years old, walking out of a store ahead of his mum just going up to the magazine selling man and giving him five. Just out of the blue. Both - the man and the little dude - had a huge grin on their face. Laughing. It was obvious those two didn't know each other but there was this innocent bond between them.<i> </i></div>
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<i>A bond that was entirely free of prejudice, lies or any kind of hate</i>.</div>
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A bond that was a lot stronger than the hate and ignorance this man may recieve during the day.</div>
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<br /></div>Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940400439194699423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437910462951300823.post-13475617887665265712012-05-16T08:58:00.000-07:002012-05-18T01:53:01.337-07:00My pillow of mossI've already tried my hand at it for probabely 3 times. First time was when I still lived in my old childhood room about 3 years ago and the last two times were just a few months ago? And every time I tried it went horrible wrong. You wanna know what I'm talking about? Growing plants. Indoor and outdoor on my windowsill.<br />
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Be it vegetables or a simple plant. I usually forgot about it and the plant went without water for a bunch of weeks/days until I remembered when I saw them with hanging leaves and tried to rescue them by accidently nearly drowning them.<br />
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Normally you wouldn't think such things would happen to me. Because normally I am that kind of person that's panicking when I see somebody is about to step on a flower. I did a <a href="http://artandloveandme.blogspot.com/2012/02/simple-as-that.html?spref=tw">post</a> a few months ago where I gave you a snippet of what nature means to me - but it's just a lot more complex and deeper. But that's a whole other story.<br />
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Anyways I'm happy to report that I have improved in my care taking of plants. And I'm not even joking when I tell you how excited this makes me. Finally being able to incorporate some greens into my four walls. I absolutely adore when I look out the window and spot a pot full of plants. Or a wall shelf with a pile of books next to a cactus in a pot. Or a trivet filled with moss. <br />
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My boyfriend and I got the idea to take some with us while we were enjoying a forest walk (which was one of the most beautiful moments in my life) and because we were so mesmerized by the scent and the wonderful colors and especially the feeling of touching a soft pillow of moss. Imagine all those creatures and that there lives a whole microcosmos inside of it. And in order to keep this wonderful package alive we supply it with water every day and make sure the whole soft pillow is soaked with water.<br />
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