Bloeitakjes: 2010

woensdag

Fille Irondelle, Nino, Marilu and a bun without a name . . .

I spend a few hours on Fille Irondelle this evening

~ which makes me happy!

Finished her body ~ which already feels complete.
~ I'm not really sure about the arms yet. . .

Nino Popped by... ~ he's always very curious

& Marilu... ~ look at her . . . ♥

Think it's bedtime for all of us...

Goodnight!
♥

x.e

maandag

Fille Irondelle

The weekend weather was great to stay indoors, meaning that we've had plenty of

time to read, make things, bake even do things around the house which we wanted

to do earlier. To be honest, it's also been really refreshing being away from the computer.

Monsieur bisou baked the richest carrot cake I've ever had, which was perfect with fresh cream.

not to forget that he also baked pain perdu and toast to fill our tummies during the weekend.

He means a lot to me.

We are translating his "Fille Irondelle" painting into a marionette as you can see on the 1st picture. She's still a bit mysterious but I think she already makes a beautifull scenery.

These songs to remember the weekend:

Ben Harper and The Blind Boys of Alabama & ♥

Steve earl ( We danced on this Saturday evening, including the cats ; )

Can't wait for perfect Autumn to come and to press leaves into our notebooks, like we did last season

What about you? Did you've had a nice weekend?

x. e

dinsdag

It's strange that everything seems to look a little bit different starting from now. The house is moving as the wind is telling us that Autumn is on her way. Days become shorter, people become shadows - rushing through rainshowers on their way home. I like the wamth of the cold days though.

The train ride was quiet as I fell asleep on Monsieur Bisous shoulder. We travelled home together - back to our loving wooly cats - after eating too many sweets and delicious soup in his studio.

Back home I wrapped a blanket around myself spending some time with the puppets in my cosy nook. Trying to shape the bodies, hands and feets - wondering how they will look like when finished.
Seems that I always manage to get lost in this world for hours and hours again...

It's time to hide myself under the freshly laundered sheets now, trying not to worry about the wind and rain which could harm my dads broccoli.

Dreams of light sprinkling snow in sunny weather.

x.e.