Happy New Year all. I hope this year brings much health and happiness and success to you and your families. I spent yesterday tidying up my new room and have no further impediments to unleashing my creativity (except the scary thought that maybe I don't have any creativity any more).
Here's a picture of our new deck.
Since my Mother died I've been spending more time at her house and have unearthed some treasures belonging to (mainly) my Grandmother - who passed away in 2003. This book - Das Schoene Zuhause - is one of them.
The pictures above are the pictures I've chosen to share, however I think this page below, with the paperclip my "Oma" used to mark it's place, sums up my Grandma perfectly.
I have somewhat mixed feelings about these small pieces of evidence of someone's existence. It's wonderful that my Oma lived, and enjoyed and planned a nice life for herself and her family, but it also makes me contemplate how much I really didn't know about her. As her grand-daughter I wasn't privy to her dreams, aspirations and desires, and now that I'm older and have more in common with her than I did when I was in my 20s and playing in a rock and roll band, I really miss that I can't talk interior design with her, and home making and all those things.
I feel the same about my Mum going. It's newer and more raw, but still very similar. Every second day I start to feel the lack - that I haven't spoken to my Mum for ages and I think - oh, must call Mum... and it hits me all over again. See, we didn't talk daily. We weren't overly involved in each other's lives, but we did share a lot in common, and there's some things you can *only* share with your Mum, and I feel a bit like I've been gagged; like there's things I want to talk to someone about, but the only person who'd 'get it' isn't there any more... and therefore I too am silenced.
As usual I begin my blog post with a weak apology about my absence and an even weaker promise to do better in future.
Firstly, I have changed the look of my site... please enjoy. Fresh content would probably be more valuable but I haven't had a lot of time to concentrate on this.
Secondly, I wonder whether I'll write much at all in future... at least about 'life', as one of my regular readers is no longer watching.
On April 24th my mother passed away unexpectedly after (at least to our knowledge) a short illness. We're yet to find out what exactly it was, but she had a tumour in her heart which may have been cancer. It's very rare, but I'm keen to know what it was.
So here are two tributes to my mum. One that I wrote so that she'd know how cool I reckon she was, and that she read...
And one that I created so everyone else could see how cool she was.
Bye Mum... I'm so sad I can't share anything with you any more.
My kids have started creating Lego stop motion videos... I had to get in on the action.
I'm happy tonight. I have a week and a bit of leave ahead of me (that's why the dog is smiling!), I have a full complement of resin, to 'glassify' my collages, waiting for me on the dining room table, and I nabbed some cute clothes from the op shop (and shopping last week).
Adorable Alannah Hill "End of the Affair" jacket, and a cute skirt to go with it. All to be worn with my new shoes. I went out to buy some Fluevogs (circa $400) but they didn't fit me - I have a long second toe and take a size 10 (and not all Fluevogs go to 11) - stopped at the Wittner Factory outlet in Richmond on the way home and found these - pictured above.
I loved them the minute I saw them, they fit, and (on sale) they cost me less than 1/10th of the Fluevogs. For a girl that struggles to pay full price/spend big money on anything that was a big win for me. I still love the Fluevogs but I'm going to have to wait until I need/want something with a pointy toe.
My last three shoe purchases have been Wittner - I'm actually becoming quite a fan of theirs.
And about that long second toe... it's actually a sign of aristocracy and great intelligence (or that you're a serial killer - but I'm not providing links to any of that!)