at first i thought it was all going to be white on white
but then the greys and the blacks started to creep in
pebbles, feathers* . . . funny, that.
* i liked this simple idea in a magazine of photocopying real feathers into cards or gift paper - they look like watercolours.
some old flowers on the way to be thrown out . . .
i mentally framed some beautiful images on the school run today against slate sky + rain that i would have loved to snap but i didn't have the camera and so i remember them all distinctly - because i do think that sometimes by taking a photograph we may let go of the memory
bright sun pinned against the sky
but i've been craving snowflakes
so i made some indoor ones
by pressing my grandmother's crochet bedcover
do you remember these + these? vibeke is giving one away
on her advent calendar, if you'd like to join.
wishing you a beautiful week!
it's true what they say, that the days are long
but the years are short
five years to the day when she joined us in the world
a few minutes before midnight.
do i love you as much as on that day? more?
i'll never know the widths or depths of it.
happy days, my little girl.