There was a time when my handwriting was like a line of the tiniest ants of all ants

Now it's slightly larger. But I still think it looks like ants desperately queuing to get somewhere they haven't yet been. The matchboxes I've been making lately are more simple and hold more words. And I've been writing in English as well. I guess at some point it gets frustrating to write to yourself alone. I'm going to show you eight of the matchboxes now and the rest at a later date. (As always.)

When I first moved away from home about eight years ago, I took a small collection of newspaper clippings with me, mostly just random images and some small poems. And for some years I had a wall covered with those images and words, some of them were smaller than stamps some a bit larger than a postcard. I didn't really care about the subjects so much, I was always looking for a perfect color to add to my collection. And the collection grew, and my walls grew. I moved from one room to another and then into the first real apartment and the whole mosaic moved as well. I'm sick of blu-tack. So it was time to do something with my random old people and pretty young people and leaves and trees and lakes. This is what happened.







More.

I've burnt my skin too many times this year (not even slightly tanned though! that's what my super sunscreen is good for). And it's like the summer just begun. Hay fever & heatwave.

Today is the day of the first new potatoes of this summer

I was away from home at home. If you like taps and things, you can go see more photos on Flickr.

Under the trees

When you look up and see something other than a lamp that needs fixing, you know you're doing great. It's been rainy and cold, but I've still been out a lot. I think I've had enough of my wet, squeaky jeans and wet, squeaky shoes for a while now.

Not lazy, just a tad slow

Some of the books I promised to show you! The white and purple books will eventually find their way to my Etsy shop, along with some botanical brooches. I'm trying not to stress, so no dates or deadlines. Wedding season is here and I'm turning down custom orders at a pace that breaks my heart. Only small projects for a while now. And things don't get much smaller than matchboxes, so you'll probably get to see some more of them soon-ish.

I was in the park today, found myself under a tree after it started raining too heavily. In the end I walked home under my hair-eating umbrella and my baguette got wet despite the monstrous creature. Such is life. Awesome at times, too.