More from Barcelona, Valencia & Palma.
Travel tips to come.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Quiet
Lunch at my grandmothers. Grace's cauliflower and spice soup. Susie's flowers. Draped fishtail skirts. Pixie boots. Big heels. Maastricht flea market cup and saucer. Postcards. A photo from when I was young. The Blue House.
Wear & worn.
Wear & worn.
Stained shirts and fraying hems. Cuffed sleeves & embroidered collars. Mum's shirt hand embroidered by her sister in their youth. An 80s western found in the depths of the op-shop racks. Grace's necklace passed along to her granddaughter. A necklace found in the dressup box.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Never Ending Story
Gmork: Foolish boy. Don’t you know anything about Fantasia? It’s the world of human fantasy. Every part, every creature of it, is a piece of the dreams and hopes of mankind. Therefore, it has no boundaries.
Atreyu: But why is Fantasia dying, then?
Gmork: Because people have begun to lose their hopes and forget their dreams. So the Nothing grows stronger.
Atreyu: What is the Nothing?
Gmork: It’s the emptiness that’s left. It’s like a despair, destroying this world. And I have been trying to help it.
To never letting go of hopes and dreams.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
A Hummy Sort of Day
A hummy sort of day begins with a joint effort on pancakes and blueberries and homemade blueberry syrup and honeyed bananas and strawberries and cream. One sister manning the stove and the other manning the pancake mix.
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