Sticks and Stones.

Can you guess what I did this Thursday?

The figures in the Mirror - part II

(For part I - see here). The story continues and takes an unexpected twist ...

New Acquisitions #18 (or Tiny Things with Wings).

(Figures in the Mirror will continue on Monday. The story has taken quite a disturbing and shocking turn! I am doing four or five pages at a time, with no preconceived story line whatsoever, and I am really not sure how it will all turn out ...)
For now, a confession: I have been a bad, bad girl and have acquired many new things. I will post three of them today and the rest later. I purchased these three items at the local Methodist church bazaar. Don't you just love a church bazaar? They seem such happy places. I don't find churches themselves very happy places, but maybe that's just me. But oh, a bazaar! Women tossing pancakes, the smell of boerewors rolls, weird crafty things like pot holders and toilet roll covers, tombola tables. Old ladies selling raffle tickets. And cupcakes. What's not to love? I found these in the 50c bin:

A tiny plastic bird. It is currently positioned on the frame of my limited edition William Kentridge lithograph. It is a comment on the relative value of things. If you knew what my WK is worth now, you will know what I mean.



















A tiny porcelain bird. It is perched on the post of my dressing table. At night it flutters off and brings back interesting dreams for me to dream. Nifty, hey? You should get one.

A tiny porcelain angel. She is praying, as you can see. I didn't really want her, but she looked so sad and lonely left in that 50c box with several pink plastic pigs and an odd assortment of Lego; I swear I could see the little tears trickling down her cheeks. So she came home with me. Unfortunately I dropped her as I picked her up to photograph her, and oh dear, her neck broke. Clean off. Which just goes to show that praying may not be all it is cut out to be. Luckily, unlike those incompetent king's horses and men, L'Usband managed to put her together again. She is now ensconced safely in my display cabinet, where she shares a shelf with three pigs. At least they are not plastic.

The Figures in the Mirror.

Remember my mini magazine journals?
I am busy making a new one - and a story seems to be emerging ...

Who knows how it will end?
I'll keep you updated.

One year.

Today, exactly one year ago, we fetched Snous from the Animal Rescue Service.
We celebrated today by taking her for breakfast to the Sweetest Thing, where she had half a vienna and two tiny bites of croissant. After brekkie we took her for a scenic walk above Simon's Town, and then back home where she relaxed on her pillow; then another walk with lots of sniffs, and finally a special supper. And lots of cuddles in between, obviously.

Snous on her favourite spot - the front window sill where she can observe all the comings and goings in the neighbourhood.
Happy adoption birthday, Snous. Thank you for a year of laughter & joy, my dear doggie ...

Offrenda.

This year I made a very simple shrine. Photos of my mom and dad, and a few mementoes - a handkerchief of my mom's, the memoir my dad wrote and finished shortly before his death, my mom's pink and black plastic beads that I will always associate with her. No flowers, just a mint plant. For food, a simple dish of small pears.

Last year's was quite different.  I wonder why?

Beautiful Surprise.

A friend gave me an orchid as a birthday present 18 months ago. It flowered for months; then the blooms withered and dropped off and I was left with ... well ... a dry stick with some leaves. I stopped watering it and I didn't throw it out (pure laziness on my part) and there it stood in the sun room; sad,  neglected and dusty. Then a few weeks ago I spotted a few buds, and watered it for the first time in about 10 months. And two days ago I saw this:

Which just goes to show that laziness does have its own rewards.
Have a lovely weekend, dear friends. Be a little lazy!