Doors and wires and a bit of summer too

Dear sisters,

  

I sit in our new apartment filled with buckets of paint, tools and bags of rubbish to be picked up tomorrow. Light comes from spare bulbs dangling from freshly carved holes in the ceiling. Somehow we have to move in here this week. We have managed to postpone the move by one more day, because a bathroom, doors to rooms and running water are useful for general living, yet still lacking. The doors in question stand in formations in my study, freshly sprayed, like an art installation.

I am waiting for the Ikea-assembly-men to finish erecting our Stolmen walk in closet, which they didn’t manage to complete yesterday, because it is hard and I am glad I don’t have to do it myself. Still, something is not right in this set-up; me sitting here until late at night- it is presently nearly midnight - waiting in an empty house, sitting at our incomplete kitchen island, because the assembly men walked off for a few hours on undisclosed business yesterday, but we have long passed rational decision-making or complaints; as long as they finish tonight. I still believe in the miracle that everything will come together by 2100 hrs tomorrow. I will believe in it, until it really is too late and I stand in a bedroom still wet from the paint, no curtains hanging in front of the window, to lay my weary head. I don’t mind; the worst will have passed. A few paint fumes and a little peaking by the neighbors will not deter me. 

Anyway, I am listening to This American Life through my i-phone, so really it is quite peaceful, but a sofa would have been nice.

And now a picture medley of the week in Normandy, called "Why are you so happy. S3?"

Love S 1

Il neige a Liege

 Dear sisters ,

Am like a happy golden green orange beatle with a dash of pink , levitating all over the place.
From Prague to Brussels in a comfy car listening to Jaques Brel singing " IL neige a Liege"
just as we were passing Liege, amazing.
We also saw six parachutists in the sky , one of which was falling a bit faster and had an extra blue parachute extended, hope he/she is alright
Saw three wind proppellas lying down on carriages, they were as big as whales , white and smooth.
And this is my new favourite band called

 Little dragon

The video is quite funny , reminds me of being single , happy, free and hopeless (joke)  !

Ok that's all for now.
Take care ,
Love
S3

Different hues of blue ....green, pink, orange and blue

A bit of blue to cool us all down. Here in Prague it is simmering. A heat wave has covered the valley.
Im hiding in my happy cave sending out colours to you all. 
Lots of Love ,
S3

Walking

 

 

 Dear sisters,

Here a little collection of passers by in London town , as I walked from place to place , bus to underground. There is more to come !
S3

Spaces of the month

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Ciao, with greetings S1

Yoga in the alps and tap sites

Dear sisters, It has been a while. I have been shuffling about. Just came back from a min yoga-retreat in the Alps. We did not leave the hotel for four days but saw greenness and clouds through the windows, which is also consciousness, as are you and I. As we contemplated the inner body during the day (“puff up your kidneys, lean into your liver”), Gerhard, our waiter twirled around our dinner table in the evening. He seemed to be an even mix of Mr Bean and Basil Fawlty, with ADD and an Austrian accent thrown in. “Yeez, Madam, you want..?” He twirled and was gone with his little tapping machine, before you could say; “Please, could I change the three meat special for a vegetarian option tonight?” “And bring the wine list, too.” It took two days before the hotel realized that a group of yogis are generally not so keen on Austrian meat specials (pork, beef and chicken piled neatly on the plate) and we got the vegetarian option straight away, which was often a bowl of beige with cheese on top, or a stock cube in boiling water with croutons. The juicer at breakfast was a big hit though. As I went in, my body felt as if it had been borrowed without asking, thrown around a bit and put back in haste. Going out, it felt like a stretched version of the same rambling tin-man body. That running, which I do in my other life, is not doing much for my limited flexibility or my knees. I am at that midway point when 42,5 km just seems like a long way to run. Did I tell you, I was training for the NY marathon? My husband and I leave the house all wired up with GPS, heart monitors and bum bags. If you want, we can talk extensively about running schedules and our average running pace; unless that should bore you, of course. On the house-building front, we are being asked to make decisions on doorknobs, taps and showers. What color do you want the cement between the tiles. How do you want the tiles to line up? Where should the ceiling lights go? The heaters should be positioned exactly where? Even with someone appointed to think things out for us, the above is enough to get me staring at German sanitary sites like MEGABAD.DE (it is indeed necessary to shout the name) for hours, not knowing exactly what I am looking for. Well, do you know what your ideal toilet looks like? With good intentions, I will be back, here with you, soon. The images provided today for your viewing pleasure, are the result of a flick through the German Vogue lying around during the disappointing Holland- Denmark football match on Saturday. Cheerio, S1

She was out in the water

Dear sisters , Here are four images that I wish to share with you. They are some of my sources of inspiration. From a little random book about traditional Brittany costumes. Velvets and Laces and funny hats. Just my cup of tea. Also I add my new favourite song discovered today, by a band calledOne Little Plane I love this song.Very sea-y. Every morning I wake up to an overcast sky. I even borrowed a woolly hat from a good friend today. Lots of warmth! S3 Ah Yes ! And may the fourth be with you !