Julochkas Housescapes

Julochkas house. Seen through Miss Buckles eyes. Details. Red and turquoise. Clinton family. Eyeballs. Stones. And a Canon. You read it. Canon.

Sign Posts

I reckon (and hope) those of you who have followed my blog will have noticed my love for signs. And taaa daa. This marks the start of a series of posts with pics of signs. Mostly because I've got a whole lot of pictures of signs from my pictastic weekend with the blog campers. These are from Sweden. I love Swedish, as it feels like play language to me. Much to Kristinas amusement.

Seeing the Light

I did see the light. In Lund.

Between the rainclouds.
Through a window.
A prayer burning in the cathedral.
Glowing chandelliers.

I also saw new friendships being lighted. In Lund.

The excitement building up. And already that evening we were on fire.

I'm still hot.

Feeling Dispersed

Feeling a little like the fruit strewn around in this picture. All dispersed. I have to gather myself. Digest the pictures. And tell you all about Blog Camp.

It was great, by the way.

Confession #6

The proof.

I have actually kissed a lobster.

Right on the mouth. It happened almost a year ago, and I hope to do it again this year.

The challenge was not actually kissing the lobster, but catching it in what my captain Dad called a "squall". (Note to self. Do not catch lobsters in a squall the day after drinking a lot of wine.)

But good girl daughter "drove" the boat while Dad pulled up the crate. (And wrethching over the edge of the boat does not count as puking).

For those of you that read Norwegian the tale of my first lobsterkiss is published here.

It is out. I have kissed a lobster, and I will do it again.

(And it tasted gooooood.)