For days i've been trying to write something on this site... For days i've been deleting my entries... I'm just going to blame the holidays for my non-active brain, or maybe it's the sleep, or maybe the weather (although that would be strange coz i'm really enjoying the weather!). It's not that i'm not doing anything, it's just that i can't seem to write something down...
She made it into a sweater, not for him but for herself. And (almost) everytime i'm in their house, instead of nicking his' i'm 'living' in hers. I must admit that it feels a bit weird when i start to think of it, but it actually is really comfy. Luckily she doesn't mind...
I'm quite keen on the ideas about the memory of water, as most of you probably know. It might actually explain why homoeopathy works (although i'm still sceptical about it). So some people in Wales did their own
experiment. If thoughts can do this to a bean, imagen what they can do to us...
Maybe not the best place to put
this, but just for the ones of us who still doubt the quality of herbal RCT's... (okay, i admit, this is just one study...)
Normally our projects only include the making of clothes, but recently we've started something new: a business. Our main focus:
Speciali-teas
This brand of teas is particularly manufactured for the "Survival of the States". The gift-pack contains 10 teas, for several different types of problems one can encounter... This website might be a nice place to start our market research: Anybody interested?
Through the years, I've seen her happy and I've seen her sad. We've danced together, studied together, shopped and sewed together. But I have never, not in all these years, seen her irradiating like tonight. Not even last night, when we baked four-and-a-half
langevingertaarten (and drank stroh 80 & vieux). She's creating fresh herbal teas...
Okay, i'm definitely avoiding my studies at the mo... but i found this really intersting text that i wrote when Queck and i were thinking of starting a blog back in September (!). Thought i had to share this with you guys *smile*. An update on how i've managed to survive my first year will follow shortly...
It's amazing how i can transform a marvellously clean room into a mess within 3 days (or less), while on the other hand i have a slight OCD regarding cleaning the workunit, hob and bathroom. They had already cleaned the whole house before i arrived, except for the hob... I did manage to control myself for the passed 3 days, but today i 'accidently' spilled something on the hob --> therefore i
had to clean it. We made it a nice hour of spending some time together.
Uneasily, I sat down in the chair she appointed for me and followed her with my eyes. Slowly, in uncomfortable shocks, I was elevated. When I reached the appropriate level, she started with a simple question, but I didn’t know what she could do for me. It has been almost six months, and now it was truly hopeless and unmanageable. So I summed up a couple (Dutch style) of demands: it should be practical (especially at work), it should be feminine (not too short), it should be fitting for my character (not too old-fashioned or lady-like), it should be low maintenance (I don’t like much fuzz in the morning) and it could be a bit more loose around my face.
And now I’ve got a fringe…
