Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
cherries and picnic
Saturday, December 19, 2009
. . . by the grace of God . . .
Monday, December 14, 2009
autumn oak leaf or gecko ?
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Christmas market . . .
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
baby blanket or table cloth ?
Saturday, November 14, 2009
designer wear and white roses . . .
It wears very comfortable and because of the hand dye the garment has a marbled effect (the second photo's tone seems more accurate than that of the first one).
By the way . . . it is mid November, the sun is supposed to shine and it is supposed to be hot here south of the Sahara. But the opposite is true - its raining, its cold and snow is forcast for the Southern Drakensberg.
The weather seems to affect even the roses - have a look at this iceberg - under normal circumstances it would be pure white . . .
Sunday, November 8, 2009
splatterings of colour . . .
Monday, November 2, 2009
sewing weekend . . .
Trousers for myself in white linen - easy sewing, it fits nicely, wears comfortably.
A apron splattered top to wear with the trousers, but unfortunately not my style. It does not suit my frame - to bulky (the top!). I would need something more tailored, I presume.
A nearby shot of the print Lize assisted me to stencil the splatters on the fabric. I thought it would look better on me, but oh no, not quite - the style seems to remain the main problem.
And lastly Lize liked this fabric. I made a flair skirt to reach just above the ankles, but she wanted it shortened. She prefers it above the knee to wear with her ballet leotard. A very happy colour coded girl . . .
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
. . . the colour lavender . . .
Friday, October 16, 2009
. . . while waiting . . .
Monday, October 5, 2009
An old Celtic song . . .
Saturday, October 3, 2009
. . . joy and sorrow . . .
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
September already . . .?
This one I titled : "First light", in Afrikaans "Eerste lig". Oil on bord. (Not a very good photograph). It was painted 2008, black and white.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
winter . . .
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Women's day Flowers
I got flowers today.
It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night,
and said a lot of cruel things
that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things
he said, because he sent me
flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall
and started to choke me,
it seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn’t believe it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he was sorry because he sent me
flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day.
Last night, he beat me up again,
and it was much worse than all the other times.
If I leave him, what will I do?
How will I take care of my kids?
I’m afraid of him and scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry because he sent me
flowers today.
I got flowers today.
Today was a very special day.
It was the day of my funeral.
Last night he finally killed me.
He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage
and strength to leave him, I would not have
gotten flowers today.
Today, being Women's day in our country, I was touched by this poem ripped from the heart of a woman speaking for others of her kind. In a sense I find it apt to share this poem on this day.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
book and garden winter wonders
Monday, July 20, 2009
my aestlight delight
The yarn I used is Sublime (kid mohair blend) - the only fingering weight yarn I could find in our neighbouring town. I am quite pleased with the outcome, it has a lacy effect.
Monday, July 13, 2009
rain and birds' nests
This is an open field near our home. Normally dry land, now a small dam.
The Berg River on Monday morning.
Only a few days before we watched this Cape Weaver bird built its nest in our garden. His wife was sitting a branch or two away keeping an eye on the nest building process.
An amazing home for a bird pair to raise their little ones. And he only uses his beak to tear the leaves of the palm tree into strips and weave the nest.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
serene sunny sundays . . .
be with yourself . . . lost in thought, knit, listen to your child(ren) play and laugh, listen to the sounds of the neighbourhood, birds . . . and other animals . . .