Last month I did not want to write but rather to handmade. Or maybe I'm starting to snoop, I do not want to open a computer and ... I have excuses for everything. Although on the other hand, I can say that I love to sit in bed most, listen to the radio and do manual work, or delve into an interesting book (or erring in the book world, which arises in my imagination). But today will be about butterflies. I do not like to waste material that I bought and used, but not quite to the end. Some time ago, on the plastic canvas, I sewed four coloured eggs from which a bunch of yellow chickens pop out just here. After finishing the piece of work some plastic was left and I put them into the drawer, thinking how to use them. Looking through magazines with sewing patterns, I came up with an idea when I saw these butterflies. That's what I'm still waiting for, I'm just getting to work.
As you can see there are also two horseshoes for good luck ( I must tell you about this something interesting).
And hearts. And surely you are curious about the red felt which I put under my sewing. I bought it with a newspaper, where there was a set to sew the fruit on the felt.
And it was just an idea for me to cover a piece of work that does not look very interesting from the back and can be used my butterflies as a key ring. I would only have to find the rings with the clasps and thread the trinkets. And here is the whole set that I was able to sew on the pieces of plastic canvas that were to be found in the basket.
I grabbed the plastic in my hand In the other hand I held the needle I boldly dabbled on the canvas And here the chickens hatched From my colourful Easter eggs
I find on Amazon fantastic book with this title which intrigued me. I see then I have no trouble read in English and I can read some books that have not been translated or will be translated later.
"The keeper of lost things" seemed to me a very strange book. Such an everyday life of an older man who likes to accumulate lost things. The beginning of a book is...simple:
"Charles Bramwell Brockley was travelling alone and without a ticket on the 14.42 from London Bridge to Brighton. The Huntley & Palmers biscuit tin in which he was travelling teetered precariously on the edge of the seat as the train juddered to a halt at Haywards Heath.But just as it toppled forward towards the carriage floor it was gathered up by a safe pair of hands.(...) Nothing surprised Anthony any more,but loss always moved him,however great or small.From a drawer he took a brown paper luggage label and a gold-nibbed fountain pen.He wrote carefully in black ink;the date and time,and the place very specific: Huntley&Palmers biscuit tin containing cremation remains? Found,sixth carriage from the front,14.42 train from London Bridge to Brighton. Deceased unknown.God bless and rest in peace." I did not find anything interesting here, but I thought:"You have to give this book a chance". Then there is the woman, the divorcee, who somehow wants to put her life together. She values the housekeeper's job with an older gentleman and falls in love with his stylish, Victorian home with a garden full of roses. Unfortunately, the older man is dying but rather wants to bond with his beloved in the garden where together years ago they planted roses. The house, just before Antoni's death, is rewritten in Laura's decent and interesting things begin to happen in her life. She already knows Freddy well, who has been in the garden and is still nursing him and ...he is in love with her. The next person she meets is a girl with Down syndrome who loves to brew tea and ... can read the stories of things stored in the room and even feel the feelings of the person involved with the lost thing. At home suddenly strange things start to happen and writing this I mean really strange things. I never had anything to do with spirits even the good ones, but if I had to wake up every morning and listen to one melody from the album, excuse me, but I'm leaving. You can also find a romantic theme there, but it's not as intrusive as other romances. This is what I like. Some dates, common nights, pub grub, but this is not the main thread of the book. There is one more story in this book that appears here at random, but at the end, it turns out that it has much to do with the story of the lost things. One could say that these are just a few of the chapters that are the main message of the book. I have to say that I love books that naturally show life. Such as the ordinary, a little experienced by fate and puzzles (because you never know what awaits you around the corner of the room and even home). It's one of those books I like to read when it rains outside, then you can brew yourself a "cup of great tea", disappear somewhere in Laura's Victorian home, look at the wonderful roses and inhale their smells, look at the dog lying by the fireplace, where the fire dances happily warming the room. I sincerely invite you to read and take an extraordinary journey!!!
Yes, my dears. Now I watch videos on YouTube and still have in my memory this concert and I am so proud then I was there with my family I could listen to this music and have a great fun, because how you cannot have a great time with this kind of music. I go in May to Poland on holiday and just go for few days to Prague where play a concert and I could see the city again.
We met the native Czechs !?
We also visited a toy shop.
I know childish but who does not love LEGO. I regret very much that for health reasons my daddy could not go and he gave up his place to my mum cousin. What a wonderful concert it was? At last, I could watch and listen to Andre Rieu live. I really enjoy watching his concerts and I always wanted to see and feel the atmosphere live and... Finally came the opportunity. I know, I know he was in Poland too, but when I bought tickets about Poland nobody mentioned. But in Prague, there were Poles and not only because there was a Spanish and English family next to me and ... lots of different nationalities. What happened. Dances and songs. Anyway, listen to yourself.
A song from the time when I grow up. Yes, it was then that during the great changes I may have been too childish to understand these times and what they can bring to the world, but I remember the song very well because it was sung by everyone who already had a satellite dish and listened to MTV. Then I whistled this song to my parrot and she loved the melody so much. She had gotten used to it and always whistled as I brought her something to eat. Surely there are those who remember that. Times of Berlin wall demolition, students protest in China, War in the Middle East, weapons testing in North Korea. Beautiful, young people, full of hope that communism is in ruins, that everything will change, that Europe will be free and for all that will be peace. It was so ... for a while(of course not everywhere) . And now the young and the beautiful would not want to sing again: "Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night When the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change..."
Do sometimes these pictures from the video do not repeat themselves? Can the Scorpions not be able to do the same concert now? And would not we see young people in whose eyes we find the fear of what is happening now and hope for a better tomorrow? So what is happening nowadays is the freedom that our grandparents fought for, so they died on the fronts of World War II. Now that Islam is flooding our culture, they dislodged us from our fatherland, trod on the democracy that the young Warsaw insurgents once fought believing that their fight and death will not be wasted and their children or their loved ones will live in a free and independent Europe. "History repeats itself". We watch historical films about the Second World War and we think of those who died then, sorry for then, but we also have our war now, which does not look like it anymore, and it explodes in different places in Europe and America.
I would like to write about this nice job I did in my home in Poland when I was there on holiday. It was cold, grim, it was impossible to go out to mow the grass or anything. And as you know: "During the rain children get bored...".
Once I bought a pair of graphics cross stitch and threw into a drawer, because I had another job and the only place on the loom is slowed fetched paper with a picture "Still Life with Fruit". I already had long ago bought canvas and mouline threads and immediately gave back to work.
Is not life amazing? For others, simple and without bends, you can say so sloppy. Without any lofty experiences, incredible deep feelings and emotions, without any mental shocks. Like a desert. Empty and dry. But not our hero. His experiences are so deep and moving, it can not just end up in the middle of the book and walk away.
