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Montag, 2. März 2015


The spring cleaning continues. 

On Saturday a friend and I loaded up her car with junk and drove to the recycling center. I was amazed at how much broken rubbish two households can collect in the 3,5 years since I moved into my appartment. I counted 3 DVD-Players, several electric toothbrushes, countless cables and other bits and bobs. After following the clerks instructions about what to put in which industrial sized containers we drove off happily... to the mall to replace the broken goods!
It certainly felt very liberating to rid my place of all this junk that was cluttering up my basement and even the balcony.
The next project is going to clear-out my book shelves again. I did this before the move but feel the urge to do it again. Even if I don't chuck any of the books out I might re-discover some old favourites and re-read them.
The hardest clear-out for me is my wardrobe. I can hardly bring myself to throw clothes out, even if I don't fit into them anymore as I'm eternally hopeful that one day I will again.

Oops, I might have forgotten something.

Sonntag, 22. Februar 2015

A spring thing

With March nearly upon us it feels like spring is in the air. Okay, so it snowed again last night but I could swear that the birds are chirping more loudly recently.
The other day I woke up  relaxed and cheerful (it was a Saturday morning) and my first thought was: I must paint that wall!
I've lived in this place with white walls for four years now, because I couldn't make up my mind. But  I can feel a decision coming up.
Isn't that a spring thing, cleaning and updating your home? Clearing out cupboards and getting rid of stuff, browsing the Ikea homepage for inspiration?
I will sit down to make a plan which will be executed  during my week off just after easter. Volunteers are welcome!

I've also sat down on my trusted machine to produce some birthday gifts:

Sonntag, 8. Februar 2015

Serenity Prayer

Things are looking up. I have tried the gratitude journal, but found that mine might be more of a happiness journal. Over the last fortnight I have consciously noted things that made me happy.

Small things like sunshine glittering in the slowly dissolving fog - pure magic. 

Unexpected pleasures like a theatre ticket that was available because someone else was prevented from going.

Sitting down to make some presents with my trusted sewing machine - creating!

I have also consciously tried to remain calm about stuff and waiting to see what happens. These words came to my mind. However outworn, there's still a lot of truth in them...

O God, give us the serenity to accept what cannot be changed,
The courage to change what can be changed,
and the wisdom to know the one from the other...

Montag, 2. Februar 2015

The yodelling goats

So yesterday was .. like.. the best sunday ever! One of my exceptional christmas presents was a one-day yodelling course with my siblings. In the morning we took off towards a snowy, chocolate-box-pretty Lenggries, a small ski ressort in the mountains, for a great bonding experience. 
The course held by Barbara Lexa in a tiny, vegetarian inn was attended by 9 participants aged between 11 and 60.

Yodelling was developed as a form of communication between mountain villagers in the olden times and was practised all-over the world, e.g. Bavaria, Africa, Cambodia, Thailand, Spain, Lapland and so on.
It is a very joyful and uplifting experience - one cannot really yodel while being sad.
It was great sitting in the cozy inn, watching the snow fall through the windows, singing our hearts out to Barbaras accordeon.
In the afternoon we went outside to be taught  "Juchzen", which translates roughly into whooping or shrieking with delight, which needs to be performed at earsplitting volume. So we went for a little walk in the snow, singing. Pure magic!

On the way back in the car we yodeled along to Barbaras cd, looking forward to the weekend workshop for advanced yodelers in May.
As for being blue: Now I'll just get my cd and notes out and practice my yodelling!

Mittwoch, 28. Januar 2015

Project Cheer-up!

A week has gone by since I started the project cheer-up.  I've kept my good intentions of winter walks and buying flowers.

 I even received some cheer-up smiley chocolates from my lovely colleague! I haven't touched them yet as another cheering prospect is loosing those three kilos.

I feel, that the intention to cheer-up is already helping a bit but I'm not there yet. Is it the stress? Surely being bored at work would be equally distressing. 

The other day I read Centsational Girl's post about writing down the things you were grateful for and I think, I'm going to give it a try. It won't hurt anyway.

If nothing helps it might be time for my regular thyroid check-up. Sometimes inexplicable mood swings can be down to an hormonal imbalance. It only takes a blood test to make sure everything's all right.

Look out for my next post, I have wicked plans for the forthcoming weekend!

Donnerstag, 22. Januar 2015

January blues

The new year is not even a month old and for some reason I can't kick-start it. My time off already seems a long time ago and the months ahead are looming ominously.

I didn't  make resolutions for the New Year because my only plan was to be happy. Easy, ey? But since I started work again I had the sniffles, which keep me from the Gym, at the office I'm exactly at the same point like before christmas and I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel.

So how to get out of the rut? My only ideas so far are a long winter walk, getting some flowers for the apartment and checking out the events pages. Concerts, exhibitions, the lot. Bring on the weekend! Any ideas are very welcome.

PS: The latest from the Wonky Workshop.

 The denim apron.

The denim pockets.

Montag, 12. Januar 2015

Holiday reads

Time flies, doesn't it? It seems very fitting that I feel like a time traveller myself when I try to remember when I first clapped eyes on Diana Gabaldons first book of her epic Outlander series. It must have been sometimes during the mid-1990ies, when I used to work as a bookseller.
So 20 (in words: twenty!!!) years later I've just finished the most recent installment "Written in my own heart's blood", the eighth in the bestselling series.

So 1100 pages later I have to applaud Gabaldons skill again, she still manages to captivate me with her stories of eternal love through the times. 

Sod e-books for cover pictures - here's two of her earlier ones.

If you haven't read any of the first novels you have to start immediately with the first one: Outlander. "The year is 1945, Claire Randall, a former combat nurse, is back from the war and reunited with her husband on a second honeymoon - when she innocently touches a boulder in one of the ancient stone circles that dot the British Isles. Suddenly she is a Sassenach - an 'outlander' in a Scotland torn by war and raiding border clans in the year of Our Lord ... 1743." (Copied shamelessly from the blurb of my ancient paperback).

Another christmas read is the second novel by Tanja Frei, Das Whispern der Nacht, is not yet available in English. Every bit as gripping as her first book, I certainly enjoyed reading more about Jenna Winters and her adventures as the Guardian.

Santa Montefiore, Secrets of the Lighthouse

Over the years I have read several of Montefiores sagas and didn't have to think twice about buying her latest one. Situated in Ireland it tells a mystic story about love and death.

Danielle Hawkins, Dinner at Rose's

Always keen to read books set in New Zealand, I loved this charming story about Jo. After finding her fiancee in flagrante with another woman, she returns to her small home town in rural NZ, finds a job as a physiotherapist,  looks after her sick aunt and runs into her former boyfriend...