Just a little diversion. I Was browsing through back issues of one of my favorite blogs; Paris Parfait where i found this and just had to fill it in myself. So much fun! Now;
Do it you too!
If I were a month, I'd be May.
If I were a day, I’d be Saturday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be morning.
If I were a font, I’d be Garamond.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a Naga in the ocean of milk.
If I were a direction, I’d be southeast.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a Secretaire.
If I were a liquid, I’d be in a bottle by Baccarat.
If I were a gemstone, I'd be Lapis Lazuli.
If I were a tree, I’d be an ancient oak.
If I were a tool, I’d be a pencil.
If I were a flower, I’d be a carnation.
If I were an element of weather, a gust of wind.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a Harpsichord.
If I were a color, I’d be coral.
if i were an emotion, I’d be agitation.
If I were a fruit, I’d be an orange.
If I were a sound, I’d be the rustle of leaves.
If I were an element, I’d be water.
If I were a car, I’d be horse-drawn.
If I were a food, I’d be an omelet with chopped chives and parsley, served with crusty sourdough bread.
If I were a place, I’d be a lush garden.
If I were material, I’d be velvet.
If i were a taste, I’d be Fenghuang Dancong-tea.
If I were a scent, I’d be shalimar.
If I were a body part, I’d be a hand.
If I were a song, I'd be "Cloudbusting" by Kate Bush.
If I were a bird, I’d be a magpie.
If I were a gift, I’d be french.
If I were a city, I’d be ancient and european.
If I were a door, I’d be locked from the inside.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be embroidered velvet slippers.
If I were a poem, I’d be by Thomas Gray.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Summer just exploded in my face, and now it's almost over. Luckily i am very much of an autumn-person, even though i adore all seasons -even winter if circumstances are right... -and as last winter was so remarkably cold -albeit with many beautiful, perfect Narnia-days -i just longed so badly for summer; and during the spring -which was rather an extension of the winter -if it weren't for the budding trees one might have thought it was mid november. -and now summer is nearly over; a summer that has been unusually warm, sunny and lovely when swedish summers are often known to mostly rain away.
I hope -as i've said a hundred times before -to at last be able to post more frequently here, i hope to finally get my cluttered apartment tidy, -it has become a veritable mayhem of piles of papers, half-filled bin bags full of assorted trash and wobbly towers of books, cds and dvds -even dishes which feels so nasty!-very Grey Gardens; minus cats, raccoons and Jackie O.
Time has -as it usually tends to do- slipped mercilessly through my fingers, and i've been battling slight bouts of depression and haven't had the peace of mind to tend to anything, -i haven't even drawn for months, no, years!
Early in the spring, my dad moved into a nursing home which has been a terrible ordeal. -not to mention watching his alzheimers - or whatever it is, he hasn't been diagnosed - advancing more and more; he used to at least have some moments of clarity. -but at least i'm sort of prepared for it, and it has been a long drawn-out process- not like it was with my mother who, aged 64, went from her old brilliant self to a hapless spectre within just a few days, before she passed away. That was a shock i still haven't quite recovered from, even now, five years later.
I hope you like my new look and my new header -a picture of my mother and her first "mother in law" -probably taken by her then-boyfriend in the spring of 1966 in her little apartment -which was in the attic of a rustic 18th century building with no electricity or running water, where she cooked on a wood-fired iron stove, and might've sat and enjoyed a cup of lapsang souchong in the light of a kerosene-lamp.
She loved it there and lived there for the rest of her life -even though she later moved across the yard -where I was to grow up...
Me with mum, (above). Me, aged 5 (below).
Hope to be back soon. See you!