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Asparagus and Peonies and Pissotières. . . Oh My!
First of all, may I tell you that your comments make me feel so much better -- thank you! (And Pater thanks you as well, because as patient as my lovely guy is, sometimes having different eyes and ears to see and hear takes the pressure off.)
Still working to find the groove after a pleasantly busy weekend (spent Sunday afternoon with our always gracious and entertaining Bordeaux friends), and a bout of wee-hours insomnia, but I pushed past some of the Mean Inner Critic, "Oh, what's the use" stuff and used proper watercolours (instead of my mini-box with the dry cakes) on proper paper for the first time in a long while. Want to see?
(And after I painted those, I chopped them up and added them to the onion stock I made yesterday, and ripped apart a quarter-loaf of day-old baguette. When that mix had simmered until bread and asparagus were dissolved (the former) and tender (the latter), I ladled it into a bowl, grated in a generous serving of the delicious cheese Paul brought home the other day, and added a dollop of crème fraîche. . . . Mmmm. . . I've been making a habit of adding ends of onions, carrots, celery, whatever, to a soup-stock jar in the fridge, increasingly alert to our propensity in the Western World for food waste. And homemade veggie soup is so easy and surprisingly satisfying (and no, I don't always rely on dairy to augment it).
I didn't try making anything with the peonies and ranunculi, you'll be relieved to know. . . Just had fun laying down some colour, and some frustration seeing how much work my technique needs. . .
After I'd made and eaten the soup, and I'd knit a few rows and finished my book, I tried napping (conveniently, even though it was after lunch, I was still in my pjs). I've been unwinding with guided Yoga Nidra meditations using the Insight Timer app -- for me, at least, it's surprisingly effective. Anyone else try this, or something similar?
Next, a walk in the sunshine to mail some cards, and then a brief foray into the shops where I might just have been inspired by that High-heeled Susan in the Wilderness to pick up a pink hoodie. . . Do you think she'll mind the copy-cat? I promise to make it work and work and work . . . (and it will go with my pink shoes, which have been working their poor little soles off. . .
On the way home, I remembered my resolution to practice sketching the window treatment that's very typical here. I've already filled a few pages of my tiny sketchbook with previous efforts, but Variations on a Theme can be a good way to work on skills, so . . .
Pater's just called out that dinner's ready -- he's made a chicken curry and the flat smells delicious! Before I go, I'll share two more photos. Let me introduce them by telling you that when we FaceTimed with a Funny Four last week, she told us she'd had to resort to a "Nature Pee" when out and about with her folks and in desperate need, no toilet available. So we told her about this statue, which some of you may have seen and others may have heard about, and a whole crowd of tourists were clustered about in Brussels ten days ago and probably are today as well.
Manneken Pis, he's called, which seems a pretty descriptive name. . . .
Only a few blocks away from that little Nature Pee-er in Bruxelles, I was amused to see this very reasonable graffiti question written across the side of a pissotière (in use, as you can see by the shoes -- I tried to be discreet with the phone's camera, or someone might have got the wrong idea!). . . Ou sont les pissotières pour femmes? . . . Where are the public urinals for women?. . .
A question my granddaughter might ask?
Okay, I must go -- can't resist this heaping plate of goodness he just placed in front of me. . . And there's a new episode of Killing Eve to watch while we eat. Good times in Bordeaux.
xo,
f
Still working to find the groove after a pleasantly busy weekend (spent Sunday afternoon with our always gracious and entertaining Bordeaux friends), and a bout of wee-hours insomnia, but I pushed past some of the Mean Inner Critic, "Oh, what's the use" stuff and used proper watercolours (instead of my mini-box with the dry cakes) on proper paper for the first time in a long while. Want to see?
I didn't try making anything with the peonies and ranunculi, you'll be relieved to know. . . Just had fun laying down some colour, and some frustration seeing how much work my technique needs. . .
After I'd made and eaten the soup, and I'd knit a few rows and finished my book, I tried napping (conveniently, even though it was after lunch, I was still in my pjs). I've been unwinding with guided Yoga Nidra meditations using the Insight Timer app -- for me, at least, it's surprisingly effective. Anyone else try this, or something similar?
Next, a walk in the sunshine to mail some cards, and then a brief foray into the shops where I might just have been inspired by that High-heeled Susan in the Wilderness to pick up a pink hoodie. . . Do you think she'll mind the copy-cat? I promise to make it work and work and work . . . (and it will go with my pink shoes, which have been working their poor little soles off. . .
On the way home, I remembered my resolution to practice sketching the window treatment that's very typical here. I've already filled a few pages of my tiny sketchbook with previous efforts, but Variations on a Theme can be a good way to work on skills, so . . .
Pater's just called out that dinner's ready -- he's made a chicken curry and the flat smells delicious! Before I go, I'll share two more photos. Let me introduce them by telling you that when we FaceTimed with a Funny Four last week, she told us she'd had to resort to a "Nature Pee" when out and about with her folks and in desperate need, no toilet available. So we told her about this statue, which some of you may have seen and others may have heard about, and a whole crowd of tourists were clustered about in Brussels ten days ago and probably are today as well.
Only a few blocks away from that little Nature Pee-er in Bruxelles, I was amused to see this very reasonable graffiti question written across the side of a pissotière (in use, as you can see by the shoes -- I tried to be discreet with the phone's camera, or someone might have got the wrong idea!). . . Ou sont les pissotières pour femmes? . . . Where are the public urinals for women?. . .
A question my granddaughter might ask?
Okay, I must go -- can't resist this heaping plate of goodness he just placed in front of me. . . And there's a new episode of Killing Eve to watch while we eat. Good times in Bordeaux.
xo,
f
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