Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Sunday, 27 May 2012

Thrifted treasures

One of my absolute favourite things about England is the large number of charity shops. I love buying things that have a history, that have been used and cherished by someone else. Here is what I found the other week:
Moomins book, Bobinos, Tshirt, belt and pretty papers
How pretty are these sheets of craft paper?

Friday, 25 May 2012

New home

So this is it, my new home:
No. Really. I live here.
You probably won't believe me and to say the truth, I don't blame you, as I can hardly believe it myself!
Harlaxton Manor as it is called, is an American school located in the heart of rural England. I started a job in the student welfare department on Monday and get to live in the manor as part of the job (no, it's not a castle - although that's what I like to tell people). 
As you can imagine, I keep pinching myself, but every time I turn around the house is still there and I'm in it!

Saturday, 19 May 2012

A poem for the weekend (plus some news)

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese,
harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Before coming to Germany, I left my job and found a new position - all within a couple of weeks. It was quite a busy and slightly crazy time, but I feel a lot better and more relaxed after having had a break at home. This weekend, I will be moving to the new place. More information and pictures on that next week, after I've settled in a little.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

What I love about England

I've been living in the UK for almost four years now and whilst there are a few things that I will never understand/that will always drive me crazy (the weather, the "bread", the state of most bathrooms), there are a lot of things I truly love. Here's a list:

Ben - (my boyfriend)
Wellington boots
Red buses
Summer picnics with pimms, strawberries & cupcakes
Ginger people + freckles
Tea (a cure for everything)
Flowery dresses
Canals + boats
The English language and its dialects
The country side, ponies, sheep, people with dogs
Flexibility of the job market
Fish n Chips, Cream Tea, Cottage Pie, Eton Mess
Strange sports: Rugby, Netball, Polo, Cricket, Lacrosse
Old people who call you 'Love', 'Pet', 'Petal', 'Honey', 'Darling'
The Royals
Eccentric People (From Gok Wan to Boris Johnson)
Free museums
Charity shops

What do you love about the country you live in?

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Back on the island

I'm travelling back to England today. Whenever I leave Germany, I always take plenty of toiletries, chocolate, and believe it or not - tea with me. Brits mostly drink black tea, whereas on the continent herbal teas and infusions are a lot more common. Shops offer a greater variety and more blends without artificial flavouring.

Is there anything you can't live without when going abroad?

Saturday, 12 May 2012

A poem for the weekend (plus some outgoing mail)

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Colours by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I'm told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it's silver when it's wet.
And all the colours I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
Letter to Australia; Postcard to the UK

Thursday, 10 May 2012

History of the Ephrussi Dynasty (plus some outgoing mail)

I had heard about Edmund de Waal's 'The hare with amber eyes' and really wanted to read it, so I was excited when my Mum mentioned that she had a copy. It's the history of his family - the Ephrussi, Jewish immigrants to Paris and Vienna and their collection of Japanese natsuke. So far, it's proving a pretty interesting read. What are you reading these days?
Postcards to:  Great Britain, the US, Taiwan & the Netherlands

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

A day with Frida

Yesterday, my parents and I drove to Schwäbisch Hall to see the exhibition 'Mexicanidad' which features paintings and sculptures from Frida Kahlo and other Mexican artists. I had really been looking forward to it, as I rarely get to go to galleries and museums in the UK.
My parents own a few books on Frida, but I wasn't really familiar with her art. I'm so glad we went though, as I was fascinated by her paintings and her life story. Seeing her pictures inspired me so much and really made me want to pick up a paint brush!
It was a beautiful day and we took the opportunity to have a little wander around the town. Good thing we did as it turned out to be a beautiful place.

Monday, 7 May 2012

Home. Finally.

It's been a long time since my last visit to Germany, and it's wonderful to be home. I'm spending my days rummaging through childhood treasures, sitting in the garden in the sunshine and catching up with friends and family.
My Mum works at a printing office and every time I come home there are lots of new books everywhere waiting to be looked at, leafed through, read and discussed. I love browsing through them and listening to my parent's suggestions. Eventually, I select a few and place them next to my bed. Then, for the next couple of days, I fall asleep next to a pile of books wondering which one to start with.

Saturday, 5 May 2012

a poem for the weekend (plus some outgoing mail)

Passing remark by William Stafford

In scenery I like flat country.
In life I don't like much to happen.
In personalities I like mild colourless people.
And in colours I prefer gray to brown.
My wife, a vivid girl from the mountains,
says, "Then why did you choose me?"
Mildly I lower my brown eyes -
there are so many things admirable people do not understand.
Postcards to:  Russia, Belarus & the UK
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