I’ve been feeling rather rainbow-ish lately. I’ve always loved a good rainbow; they’re so exciting to spot and so rare in this part of the world. But they’re also a throwback to the early 80s, an era in which their popularity in sartorial culture soared. I owned everything rainbow: rainbow shoelaces, rainbow-handled tote-bag, rainbow wig. […]
How’s this for a chain reaction: two nights ago I invited some friends over to watch the Iceland vs. France match with me. That night one of those people, my dear friend Lubna, returned my ring after generously getting it all polished and new for me. The next day, yesterday, I felt it imperative that I photograph […]
When I traveled to London last April I decided to keep my watercolor sketchbook and paints behind. That was a mistake, because as soon as I had a bit of time alone in my hotel room I got the urge to paint. So I think by now you can guess the rest: trip to Green […]
This trip has been packed. For someone who has made it her mission this time to ‘chill’, I’ve done a lot, met new friends and caught up with old ones. This sojourn has, however, been a bit of a challenge, at moments even regretful…I don’t know why…well, I do but I won’t tell, for various reasons. Funny enough, […]
This is my fourth visit to one of my beloved Grove Cottages. This time: Cobblers Cottage. My companions are my sister-in-law Jana, her baby bump (my nephew) and, of course, Eve. The cottage is breath-taking and as always exceeds my expectations. I still can’t believe how generous people are with sharing these lovely ‘homes’.
Three D’s carried over from December 2015 to January 2016: depression, defeat and disease. Today, the fourth D: death. I’m envisioning a rosier prognosis for the rest of this year. Hoping, really. Fingers crossed. But for now, four faces to tide us all over. RIP, David Jones. And thanks for the songs you left behind. Here’s Velvet Goldmine: