[ ]The 3 in 1 post

I love Grey. Grey grey e’ryday. So no surprise I like silver quite a bit aswell. Like grey except with the added allure of “slightly shinny”. There is most likely no need for me to explain the properties of such a “colour”/shade, as even if you happen to be colour blind, you’ve haven't been deprived of anything with silver, therefore I digress. The new two additions to my “jewelry box”:

A chain curtain from my mother, adorned with a little leaf (I like leaves as well..)

An ethereal-esque profile
encompassing wildlife and nature. So lovely. From a dear (deer?) friend.

Part II

The film Melancholia came to mind as I was brushing my hair today (useless information added). Film of such image-rich sustenance, nice for those who go to movies mainly for the visual. A plot you try and follow, turning to short dialogue and unspoken information to try and piece together why through such lovely scenery and seemingly joyful premises you sit with with a constant underlying feeling of dread. Until, well, the dread starts. Also quite distracting was the bust of Kirsten Dunst in her wedding dress throughout most of the film.

[Trailer]

Part III

Also, in no connection with the two previous topics, I need to get a hold of myself. And start creating stuff, anything really, for others, for me, whatever it may be. Come sewings in piles, both success and trials. Thoughts scribbled down concrete, where ideas can meet. Whatever their tone, the happier the better. Creating every day, no matter the weather.. Whoa, sorry, I went all Dr. Seuss on you there.

[ __ ] sunny days 'n porcelain skin

Hot hot hot days it's been.

Not so sure my sunscreen did the trick, as after a complete application, turn over the bottle, expires: 2007. On verra! Essentially my new plan for the summer's, uh, skin-colouration-regime(?), is basically white. SPF shall protect my skin, and I won't be faced with the challenge of trying to match my legs to my shoulders to my nose (as I don't wear a bikini all day, therefor uneven tans). White isn't that bad right.. :/

[ __ ] Saeng jwi : the mouse

Back in the day at my country house I would run around catching toads and garden snakes with my bare hands. There is a video of me, no more than 7, calling myself the snake catcher as this little creature squirms around between my fingers. I was a pretty brave little kid (harmless snakes, but still).

About two weeks ago I saw a mouse run across the room as I was watching TV. Off to the kitchen I went to bate the humane-traps with some Humus (we were out of cheese!). Suddenly I see the little chap had followed me out of the living room, down the hall, and into the kitchen. I closed the door and cornered it, scooping it into a fruit bowl. He clung to my hand for a few seconds and I was worried he might try and bite me. But babies don't think of that as first defense.

Anywho, we kept him a week or so, until he fattened up and the weather got nicer. He wasn't very sociable, and I had a feeling we would never really hit it off.

JibMauseu got his freedom just the other day.



A reminder that not everyone I meet will want to be my friend.
Also left me questioning, where did my (naive&oblivious at times) courage go? Did it fade out as I got older? I could certainly use it every now and again.

[ __ ] Un Début.

Starting one of these.
An attempt.

uh.. am I supposed to introduce myself?
the reasons behind the creation of this blog?
..start with an inspiring quote even?

oh, lookie here. I`ll just scan this little leaf that suddenly stuck to the underside of my foot.



As good of a start as any.