A big misfortune

This year is really not a good time.

My cat returned home this morning and she was heavy injured and get an emergency surgery.
 It will be a longer period of sickness.

My poor Kitty!

Wordless - без слов -

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A Christmas gift for myself

Normally I wear vintage clothing that I find radomly in a Charity depot or at the flea market, if I have the rare fortune to visit one...

This is ecologically and a creative challenge for me to make an outfit with this finds.

I'm not interested in brands, I wear only, what I like and don't look at the label.

A single exception is the Swedish designer Gudrun Sjödén.

For many years, I collect all the catalogs and I look reverently again and again like wonderful books. - All this is so inspiring!

The truth is, that I can't buy these clothing, because I have only a very small budget.

But to my birthday I get every year a gift-coupon for 20 Euro from the label.

Last Monday I saw the coat that really appeals to me, is on sale and more than 60% cheaper. I could not resist and ordered it.

On Thursday the postman came with the package. I opened it and called only "Yeeahhh, thats it!"

Its really amazing and I will wear it to apple green and orange and to all the shades of red and to dark grey and black... - I have so many pieces in my closet, which fits well with it.

It is so colorful and a great pleasure for me and my Christmas present to myself.

I had not a good time the last few weeks (that's why I was not to last Share-in-Style-party) ... and I think that I have really earned this gift.

My cat is not quite in my opinion, she have to get used to it ;-)

Merry Christmas to all :-)

Photographed by my sweetheart for the lovely Share-In-Style-Party

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Friday Five and Christmas pottery

I

I wrote this post on wednesday.

When it goes online, I'm back from the eye clinic.

I still do not know how tired I will be, but one little click I want to do.

There is not to much to write once in the week. 

II

On Sunday we had wonderful blue skies and sunshine for some hours.

We took a walk thrue the forest and enjoyed to the reflections of the trees in the pond.

It seemed so clear and deep.

III

We live in a mountainous region.

In winter, when the sun is low, it does not seem often down to the way it illuminates only the uppermost tips of the treetops.

I love it to look up and see the light in the branches.

IV

I want to make again more creative things.

Have illustrated "The Story of the Littlest Angel" by Charles Tazewll in two versions.

The first is here. 
The second will show only after Christmas, because it should be a surprise for someone...

I do that deliberately not in a sweet-colorful style, but somewhat distorted by more to encourage the imagination than to make only lovely nostalgic pictures.

Earlier, in Nancy's "Random 5 Friday"  I had called my number five of the randoms the poetic part.

Had posted a poem, a song or a short story.

I want that now to do again, because I think it is important in difficult every day life take times for something poetic or pensive.

Ever: I should be more often write shortstoys, to learning better English.

V

The Christmas pottery

She grew up on the dark side of a divided country.

There was oonly little light and no beauty and colors.

Only sadness and the smoke from coal fires ...

In winter, when it was cold, she went into the forest to a small lake to ice skating.

She dreamed of being an ice princess in a pretty dress and with bows in her hair.

But it was the time of the early darkness and usually she was all alone.

At Christmas, there was little decoration and often not even candles in the shop.

You just went into the woods, took a few branches, made a wreath and tried to raise 4 candles. That was all.

Well, some people also stole equal a whole tree from the forest ...

Christmas baubles were carefully guarded and packed in a case for the next year.

They were inherited through generations because there were not new in the shops.

In the attic was the treasure chest...full of shiny stuff.

For some children, someone came on Christmas Eve with a bag of gifts.

They called him Christmas man.

But it was real only the neighbor in an old jacket glued with a beard made of cotton wool.

To her never came a Christma man.

And the parents said it was anyway only the neighbor in an old jacket glued with a beard made of cotton wool.

A Christmas man does not exist, they told her.

They were quick to put their all faith and all magic ...

In general, it was not a good place where they lived, neglected and without beauty. Christmas has always been the worst day and they often ran away.

In a film they saw colorful things and heard the Name Santa.

Santa - a wholly foreign word.

Another language that was.

She went out to look for Santa.

But she found only darkness and a silent quiet forest.

Which is not a bad thing, but Santa was not there.

Nevertheless she knew that somewhere he will be.

Later, when she earned money themselves, they departed from the place and led her own and good life.

She found happy holidays for herself, only Christmas was not among them.

In her memory was so much darkness ...

Your treasure chest with baubles she gave a friend.

He was divorced from his wife and she had kept all the baubles - what a disaster for him!

For her it was easy to give away the treasure chest...

Still later the divided country was united and then suddenly everything was bright and colorful. And all the shops full of wonderful goods.

She was amazed at all the excess.

But it bothered her too, because who would eat all these many delicious things, who took all this endless glittering stuff?

Then, in a small shop with clothes (which she had entered to buy warm socks) she saw the pottery in bright red and with the image of Santa!

In her mind an inner movie began, a little girl with a pretty dress and bows in her hair skated on a rink right.

There was music and light and many friends.

And if she was tired, she went home and drank cocoa as such a cup.

And she knew: there are Santa and he will come soon.

She bought the pottery, and every time she drinks from the cup of a cocoa, it is the little girl with the pretty dress and bows in her hair and she knows: Santa is living!

And he will come.

Merry Christmas to all my readers :-)

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Lunch Break

The Story of the Littlest Angel

... by Charles Tazewell

Illustrated by me (as an personal Christmas gift)
 The writing is silver and golden, not good to see here

The whole story you can read here.

Den deutschen Text habe ich aus diesem Buch  - im Netz ist er leider nicht zu finden.

Nur eine etwas andere Übersetzung davon gibt es hier zum Nachlesen.

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Merry Christmas... reflection

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Slightly less than perfect heart...

I gave you my slightly less

than perfect heart &

you said it was exactly

the kind of heart

you’d always hoped

would love

your heart

back.

- storypeople -

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(A  post from my archive. Sometimes I prepare posts and don't publish them promptly. 
 So I have a stock for bad times, if  I haven't energy to blogging)

Friday Five and winter days

I am very tired at the time, serious health problems and others.

No energy for blogging as usual.

Am not present in all memes, but I will not totally give up ...

Winter is always not such a good time for me.

I freeze easily and if there is snow, so I can not ride a bicycle, everyday life is doubly difficult.
 All lanes are very wide ,much is unreachable and the already small radius decreases more.

Fortunately, we have not always snow.

Often the impression of winter days is more an idea of green.

Tired green grass and a lot of ivy we have around.

Wintergreen. I love it. Like here ...

Only occasionally is a lot of snow. Pictures are from another year.

Freezing birds in my garden.

I feed them, but since I have the cat, much less birds come over here ...

Of course, snow also has a poetic side. Freshly fallen snow is so pure and soft and everything is quiet. I enjoy  it very much.

Next Friday I will not be here.

I must go by the train to a larger city in an eye clinic.

I really hope they can figure out the reason why I lose sight 10% every year.

I hope they can help to stop it. For soon there is nothing left. Scary!

The journey will be difficult for me. Have very poor orientation. Anyway. And by poor vision even more.
( Autistic people can not ask for directions - )

But there are far too few doctors in my area.

Many people can not get enough medical help. And on an appointment is a long waiting time.

I waited six months it now. But this is only a "short" time -

Have a nice weekend and a blessed Christmas time all.

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