Saturday, 3 October 2009

more painting



These little stools are plant stands from ikea. I've collected them over the years. They've been painted differently at different times, but I wanted to have three the same that I can use together as a coffee table. I painted them all white and used serviettes and modge podge for the flowers.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

beach chair

my latest "garbage" find recycled. I took it apart, cleaned and painted it and sewed a new back. Its a perfect chair for sitting on the balcony with a cup of coffee and a book.

Thursday, 27 August 2009

reupholstry





maybe some of you remember the little red easy chairs. this is one of them now. I added padded and cut out the pieces following the patterns of the red material. used little nails to fasten things together, I wish I had some nicer upholstery nails. 

Thursday, 16 July 2009

painting

on the weekend I visited Lydia and painted her bedroom wall. inspiring to start thinking about what colour I want for my own wall! moving to a different room in a little over a month.
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Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Pfingstmontag



tea and salad on the balcony.

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

statues













some pictures taken at the Bergfriedhof on sunday. not thinking about dying though (although I've been sick with whooping cough for three weeks) but more about spring :-)
slowly slowly working on preparing lessons and preparing for my interview tomorrow.

Thursday, 26 March 2009

peanutbuttercookies

























peanutbutter cookies and coffee. I was at the hairdressers this morning and still feel quite strange when I look in the mirror. I'm not sure what got into me, but there it is :-)
Other than that, all the late night bike rides in the rain seem to be getting to me. At least I'm not actually coughing up blood like in my dream last night.
At the moment I'm trying to find the right words which will hopefully persuade "Der Direktor" that I am perfect for the job. At the same time listening to BBC:
"Time now for one of the Hungarian Dances of which Brahms wrote: they are genuine children of the gypsies, not begotten by me, merely nourished on milk and bread." (??)