starting to feel like we are about to start over. my blog is to start for "real" again in a couple of weeks:) fall is entering our lives & i am going to new york.
yesterday started with listening to sommarprat i p1 (a swedish radio channel), during the summer they have amazing people visiting talking about there lives, yesterday i devoted to elin kling whom i admire and respect hugely and she was adorable in that show. so radio and & dulwich woods & park. after my walk i felt tremendously inspired. had my blueberry obsession breakfast got dressed and went to a cafe to try find my gredelin graddnos, she is very happy at the moment haha (and colorful of course). bought the new issue of harper's bazaar uk and now i am in love with the photographer tom allen...plus pinks & blues stripes & dots as created of the house miu miu:))). then i finally went to franklins and created the first collage in book 3. can't believe i have filled 2 books of collages:)))
something to think about:
"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book (Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death."
alice solantania saga
(quote taken from a tumblr anais nin blog, here)