dinsdag, februari 10, 2009

Cleaning!



It is that time of year again. When the light and the bulbs grow. I need freshness and light and space. Since we have decided to do go sleep ànd work in the attic so the kids will have a playroom and we will be able to live kind of toyfree downstairs. We need to unclutter. It goes on and on and it so bittersweet. I want the change I want to let go. But it will be done and it will be better

maandag, februari 09, 2009

Playing!


One day last week while biking I dediced to be supermom that afternoon so I grabbed a bit of cardboard in the office supplyshop and told the children we would be making a boardgame. Surprisingly enough they played along and we spent all afternoon drawing a route (My four year old did that) and inventing sneaky things to make the game more fun and more frustrating. We invented cards that make you do fun things. (Hug someone, tell a story about your favourite animal and colour, do a funny face etc.)

Son decided he wanted to call it the "learning to lose game", Since he has a hard time when he doesn't win a game. Somehow it is easier when you invented the frustrating you have lost your key go back to square 52 last square before the finish. It really helps so does the rule that the one who wins treats everyone with a sweet!!

woensdag, februari 04, 2009

Lighter!



There is light at the end of the winter. Well it will be cold for weeks but there is enough light in our day now, to start to believe it will be spring one day. This first quarter of the year is so dear to me. I love the freshness of january, february, march. It is a new beginning and the promise of growth. It is the clean and simple after the cosieness and abundance that is december.



And just to add to the anticipation these are the months that I need flowers. They fill me with joy and hope.

dinsdag, februari 03, 2009

Four is lovely


Dutch children start school the day they turn four. Daughter was born on the 7th of january 2005. So this year was the big moment. She had a lovely day. Waking up with presents in bed, go to school for a short day and get home to a birthdayparty. With mom-made Peter Pan cake. She so loved it. So now she is 3,5 weeks into being four and she is so much older and wiser and growing up so fast. We now have dailey questions about dying and she realises her grandma is my mom. It is so lovely and so hard.

She is my youngest. She will probably stay the youngest. Todler days are over. They were freaking hard but still. Some pure innocense has left the house and won't return until somemone makes ME a granny.

Stop

Let's not go there at all.

Made of words



I love words, I live in words. Words are what I use to categorise the world. It is my system. I am a writer and a reader. I love to look and to see but images are not my natural world. My husband is the opposite. He is a classical visual thinker who often mix ups his words. My daughter seems to have inherited this. When telling how she forgot to get her bag in school she told me: I went back while turning her body sitting at the table then she explained the entire rout with her hands and body moving when she came to the part where she told me how she got the bag of the hook she reached up and grabbed in the air.

My husband said: she is there and she sees it. And when you ask her to do something her mind will go there and do it and sometimes she won’t realise her feet were not with here and thus the action is not done.

It is such an alien concept to me. Therefore working with images, photographs and collages to capture a feeling or emotion is strangely refreshing. It forces to let go of words and look at what I want from an unknown perspective. After having so much fun with a mood board for the house I decided to make one for my life. I loved doing it. I have to work very hard to get in a flow while pasting and cutting to let the images find there own place. The end result does feel as me do. And when I look at it, it inspires and centres me.



Of course I couldn’t let go of all words. I am, after all a girl made of words.