the things you see when you are locked out of your house...

Last Wednesday we were accidentally locked out of the house for about an hour. While waiting for someone to come home to let us in, we were able to notice the little things that we often pass by in daily routine...

 

 

“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back

and realize they were the big things.”

 Robert Braul

the tea is in the garden...

 Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company.  ~Author Unknown

I've had a flurry of ideas come into my head lately and so far, just this one has been materialized. It's almost appropriate, being in the month of March now, awaiting springs true arrival. I like the idea of having tea in a splendid garden and maybe one day I will get to do that with a few cherished friends (and of course, my sweet little girl). 

I also think I am approaching yet another slight sea change in my art. I want to explore a few different ways of seeing things and relating that onto paper. Not just paper too, for I have ideas for felt little dolls and the like. I have so many ideas and much to do but still, the whole concept of balance and discipline nip at my heels for attention. I need to buckle down and just do the things I have set out for me. Until then, I'll put the kettle on, warm this chill upon my skin and hope you do the same too. :)

tea leaves

tea loves

loves tea

lives tea

leaves tea?

never.

~Uniek Swain

Indeed, Madame, your ladyship is very sparing of your tea;

I protest the last I took was no more than water bewitched.

- Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)

to be alone with you

I'd swim across lake Michigan

I'd sell my shoes
I'd give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room

To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you

You gave your body to the lonely
They took your clothes
You gave up a wife and a family
You gave your goals

To be alone with me
To be alone with me
To be alone with me
You went up on a tree

To be alone with me you went up on the tree

I'll never know the man who loved me

*to be alone with you by sufjan stevens*