Saskia's Spot

02 December 2009

A fool proof way to get in the christmas spirit

26 November 2009

Being thankful

We don't celebrate thanksgiving in the UK. I think it's a little bit of a shame.

We could all do with a day celebrating all the things we are thankful for.

Some days it's harder than others to see just how lucky we all are.

Days when our frustrations and gloom take over.

Some days it's so easy! We are buoyed up by our happiness and gratitude.

Let's make the buoyant days happen every day. Let's be thankful every day.

I am thankful for being in love.

I am thankful for the pleasure of reading.

I am thankful for parcels.

I am thankful for friends who make me laugh and brighten my day.

I am thankful for coffee.

I am thankful for Meisha, even though she stratched my hand to shreds last night the little monster.

I am thankful for people who care.

I am thankful for flying.
We will be spending NYE in Amsterdam!

I am thankful for internet shopping.

and I am thankful for my eyes, even though they're not perfect.

24 November 2009

I remember walking across the pebbley tiled footpath through the neatly tended garden
to the house with the octagonal window. Through the green door and across multiple doormats, one soft, one made of wire and bristles, one inside the door. Your shoes can never be too clean you know.

Warm and cosy, never changing.

I remember the kettle sat on the gas hob, the kettle that must have had the loudest whistle in all the world. My mother hated it. I remember the little nook only I could squeeze into, sat on an orange topped stool overlooked by a woolen clown picture I had stitched. It hung proudly bright.
I remember the itchy stiff green sofa with covers clothing the arms where I sat watching the fabeltjeskrant before going to bed. I remember the jade and white stone coaster from my father's trip to India which sat in the middle of the round wooden table. I remember the little china box where pieces of dark diabetic chocolate were hidden. I used to take pieces when no one was looking. I remember the dining room table covered with what seemed to me to be carpet.

Everything always in it's place, but if I messed it all up it didn't matter at all.

I remember the steep steep stairs, they had black plastic edges. A tall brass stand iced with a lacey top greeted me at the top. I remember the wedding photo next to the bed the slanted ceiling overhanging.

I remember her warm hands praying over mine as she put me to bed. She used to say she was my kacheltje {little oven}.

I wish I could go back there again, to Ringalee 95, to her.

20 November 2009

I have some making up to do...

with Mr B.

Apparantely I am a duvet-stealing fiend.

And he is not impressed with this particular skill of mine.

I am sort of impressed with my success. I take getting cold in bed very seriously indeed. And it's nice to win something. I'm not normally the winner in competitions with my husband.

He wins board games. He wins anything involving strength, speed & hand eye coordination. He wins go-karting. He wins tickling matches. He is the better driver. And the better cook (for now!).

But he can not get that duvet from me!!

Meesh. On the sofa. 19/11/09

You can't have it all hey hunny?!

{I will make up for keeping you in the cold, I promise.}

Look at the stars

see how they shine for you

The lovely toothfairy tagged me to photograph a few of my yellow items. I love yellow and was really surprised how little yellow I own. I would have been fine with red! I blame the season... if I'd been tagged in summer I would have had some lovely yellow clothes that are sadly packed away for the next few months.

So here are some yellows from my home:

Layer Cake dvd - watch this if you haven't already. Great British ganster flick.

Dusters.

Books on my shelf.

Frames hanging in my living room.

and finally