Little Leila's doll is waiting patiently for her new clothes. She told me she wants a floral dress with a pocket doll. It's cold in the house. I better get cracking.
Brrrr. Hope it warms up a bit today.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Leilas Doll
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
Must-See Van Gogh Show at the DAM
If you live near Denver I hope you got to see the Van Gogh show at the Denver Art Museum. If not you better hurry and catch it now. They have even added hours at night. Don't miss it!
We finally got to see it yesterday. I am so glad we did. The children love going to the DAM. It's a wonderful museum. And not only because you get to say a bad word without fear of getting punished. The DAM is a great museum to visit. It has a lot of interactive stations where kids can learn about art in a playful way.
I was really impressed how many young children came to the Van Gogh show walking around with headsets and listening intently to his story.
Seeing the show left me deeply moved and yearning to get my oilpaints out. It's been a long long time since I did a painting. Could be years...At some point the sewing and dolls just took over my life. But who knows. I still have lots of time. Come spring I may bring out my easel and go back to painting.
We all learned so much from this art show. For one, how much beautiful art a person can create in only 10 years. Yet it seems so sad, to think, that Vincent died a rather poor man when his works sell for millions and have become the most desired artworks on the planet. It's a mad mad world.
On the way home we read some more about his life. It was kind of strange how the show told a completely different story from what I had learned growing up. There was no mention of a lopped off ear. I also remembered the story of his final days very differently. In artlessons at school I learned that Vincent took his own life. The version of an accidental shooting by a stranger was complete news to me.
What is the truth? Does it matter? I hope whereever you are Vincent, you can see the throngs of people flocking around your art and know what difference you made.
We finally got to see it yesterday. I am so glad we did. The children love going to the DAM. It's a wonderful museum. And not only because you get to say a bad word without fear of getting punished. The DAM is a great museum to visit. It has a lot of interactive stations where kids can learn about art in a playful way.
I was really impressed how many young children came to the Van Gogh show walking around with headsets and listening intently to his story.
Seeing the show left me deeply moved and yearning to get my oilpaints out. It's been a long long time since I did a painting. Could be years...At some point the sewing and dolls just took over my life. But who knows. I still have lots of time. Come spring I may bring out my easel and go back to painting.
We all learned so much from this art show. For one, how much beautiful art a person can create in only 10 years. Yet it seems so sad, to think, that Vincent died a rather poor man when his works sell for millions and have become the most desired artworks on the planet. It's a mad mad world.
On the way home we read some more about his life. It was kind of strange how the show told a completely different story from what I had learned growing up. There was no mention of a lopped off ear. I also remembered the story of his final days very differently. In artlessons at school I learned that Vincent took his own life. The version of an accidental shooting by a stranger was complete news to me.
What is the truth? Does it matter? I hope whereever you are Vincent, you can see the throngs of people flocking around your art and know what difference you made.
Friday, January 4, 2013
The Other Blog
I am not sure if you are following my musings in the other place I write: The Natural Kids Team blog. I hope you do, or you might miss important stuff. LOL
Like this great article I wrote on some useless sewing gadget I received for Christmas.
What is your favorite present you received for Christmas? I am especially interested if you got something related to sewing. My husband always fills my stocking with sewing gadgets. For example, one year, I received 150 new bobbins. I really needed them. You can never have enough bobbins, right?
What is the most useless sewing gadget you ever bought or received as a gift? I'd really like to know.
Like this great article I wrote on some useless sewing gadget I received for Christmas.
What is your favorite present you received for Christmas? I am especially interested if you got something related to sewing. My husband always fills my stocking with sewing gadgets. For example, one year, I received 150 new bobbins. I really needed them. You can never have enough bobbins, right?
What is the most useless sewing gadget you ever bought or received as a gift? I'd really like to know.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Little Love...
I am gearing up for Valentine's Day. Can you tell?
Each year my husband tries to make me believe that it's in March really. Can somebody please tell the Dude that it's coming right up on him - and he better order my favorite box of chocolates right now!
Thanks for your support. ;)
Each year my husband tries to make me believe that it's in March really. Can somebody please tell the Dude that it's coming right up on him - and he better order my favorite box of chocolates right now!
Thanks for your support. ;)
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
a string of moments
I don't know where I read this expression recently but I really liked it. How life is nothing but a string of moments and that the best we can do is try to make them good moments. Moments worthwhile remembering.
As I was browsing my FB friends' string of moments on this New Years Day morning, I came across a drawing of a doll made up as clown. It brought back memories of my childhood. One of those weird little moments. Maybe I remember it more because I have this rather strange polaroid photo of it.
In the photo you see me dressed up as a clown on New Year's Eve.
I am not sure why I did that. Why put on a clownsuit to greet the New Year? I have forgotten the names of the family friends, the couple, who came to celebrate with my parents that particular year. The lady looks rather scary in her 70s big hairdo and strange clothing. Her blouse kind of matches my clownsuit pattern. My sister looks tiny next to the lady. I am actually younger than my sister, but thanks to the clownsuit, I look much taller and bigger.
New Year's Eve was the only day of the year we were allowed to stay up late. We would also get a little sip of Champagne at midnight. But the best was staying up to watch the fireworks.
In Germany New Year's Eve is the only time when regular folks are allowed to buy fireworks and shoot them off to their heart's content.
Often there were huge controversies about it. People would argue how this was such a huge waste of money and resources. Wouldn' this money be better spent on food for people in the third world?
I remember the slogan: Brot statt Boeller. ( bread instead of loud fireworks).
I believe the foes of this sort of entertainment have never won the argument. Year after year some children and older folks get hurt because they don't follow safety rules using fireworks. My parents never had the money for such things. The only thing my dad would use to make noise was a blank gun. The loud pops it made was supposed to chase away the evil spirits and clean the slate for the New Year.
Did it work? I don't know. There were good years and very bad years for our family. I try to remember the good moments as best as I can. How about you?
I wish you all a very Happy New Year. May your string of moments be a long chain of happy and beautiful ones!
As I was browsing my FB friends' string of moments on this New Years Day morning, I came across a drawing of a doll made up as clown. It brought back memories of my childhood. One of those weird little moments. Maybe I remember it more because I have this rather strange polaroid photo of it.
In the photo you see me dressed up as a clown on New Year's Eve.
I am not sure why I did that. Why put on a clownsuit to greet the New Year? I have forgotten the names of the family friends, the couple, who came to celebrate with my parents that particular year. The lady looks rather scary in her 70s big hairdo and strange clothing. Her blouse kind of matches my clownsuit pattern. My sister looks tiny next to the lady. I am actually younger than my sister, but thanks to the clownsuit, I look much taller and bigger.
New Year's Eve was the only day of the year we were allowed to stay up late. We would also get a little sip of Champagne at midnight. But the best was staying up to watch the fireworks.
In Germany New Year's Eve is the only time when regular folks are allowed to buy fireworks and shoot them off to their heart's content.
Often there were huge controversies about it. People would argue how this was such a huge waste of money and resources. Wouldn' this money be better spent on food for people in the third world?
I remember the slogan: Brot statt Boeller. ( bread instead of loud fireworks).
I believe the foes of this sort of entertainment have never won the argument. Year after year some children and older folks get hurt because they don't follow safety rules using fireworks. My parents never had the money for such things. The only thing my dad would use to make noise was a blank gun. The loud pops it made was supposed to chase away the evil spirits and clean the slate for the New Year.
Did it work? I don't know. There were good years and very bad years for our family. I try to remember the good moments as best as I can. How about you?
I wish you all a very Happy New Year. May your string of moments be a long chain of happy and beautiful ones!
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