Girl with the pearl earring

Just seen the movie The girl with the pearl earring made by Peter Webber. Starring Colin Firth and Scarlett Johansson. It is about the Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer. This painting is on display in the Mauritshuis in The Hague, if you ever have the chance to visit this museum, do it. Loved watching this movie, hope you will too. You can find it here.

Elizabeth

Christmas stuff

 An oldie made over twenty years ago.

A summer holiday find.

My dutch Merry christmas.

Have a wonderful christmas and a fantastic start in

2010.

Elizabeth

Christmas stuff

Gifts for us?

 Shells decorating the tree.

A danish traditional.

Have a lovely time in the kitchen.

Elizabeth

Christmas stuff

 Mr. Owl sharing his wisdom.

Ideas flying in.

Enjoy yourself.

Elizabeth

Christmas stuff

This week is filled with handmade christmas ornaments.

Today three pieces I received in a swap a couple of years back.

Mr. Trold and I wish you good luck with your christmas preparations.

Elizabeth

House or home V

"Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is a place of confidence. It is a place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is a spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule." Frederick W. Robertson.

The body, the home of our soul.

Home is where the music sounds good and where my needle awaits patiently.

The song I picked for today is a song by Bryan Adams called Roomservice

When a hotel room's the closest thing you got to home

You could be in Philadelphia you could even be in Rome
You gotta dial nine to get an outside line
I even need a concierge just to take a drive - it's a crazy life
I hope to see you smile - but I'm always wrong
It's a different melody but the same old song...
Ya I've been on the road nearly all my life
Been around the world 'bout a thousand times
Still a knock on the door makes me nervous
I think I'll see you standing there - but no
It's only room service - ya room service
I've been living out my suitcase as long as I remember
Life's the same - it doesn't change - it's a gibson or a fender
I still think about you babe - I swear sometimes I see your face
These are crazy days
Ya I think I hear your voice - but it's just a dream
It's a brand new movie but the same old scene
Ya I've been on the road nearly all my life
Been around the world 'bout a thousand times
Still a knock on the door makes me nervous
I think I'll see you standing there - but no
It's only room service - ya room service
Ya know I wouldn't change a thing - no
I'm just waiting for the bell in my room to ring
I hope to see you smile - but I'm always wrong
It's a different melody but the same old song...

Home: A collection of ideas,  which when met by an experience provokes a certain feeling, which is identified as home

This last sketch is the conclusion for this week. It has been an interesting week filled with a lot of learning experiences for me. Hope you enjoyed my thoughts about this subject and got you thinking about your feelings and ideas of house or home.

Have a great weekend filled with christmas preparations.

Elizabeth

House or home IV

"It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home" Unknown

In the post Soul Food 2  I wrote:"Being open is a neccesity". This applies not only to a shell or a human being but also to a house. A house without doors and windows is a prison in which no one can live because it stops the growth we are seeking. A door or window is the place of a house were there is an exchange of energy, I love to open the windows in the morning and feel a fresh breeze coming in.

The drawing I made is called "looking into nothingness". I made it after seeing the movie "A walk to remember". This movie made an impression because of two scenes. The first scene is here, from the 4.00 til 4.36. For the second scene click here, from 4.00 til 4.32. This together with the book I made "Listen to the wind" makes opening the window in the morning even more special.

"My home is not a place, it is people" by Lois McMaster Bujold
This is another quote that keeps floating around. My idealistic, romantic self wants this to be true but my practical self says: "look at the rate relationships are broken." If people are the fundament of a home than that would mean that the house is under constant reconstruction. Which contradicts the feeling of safety people experience by coming back to the same place over and over again.

"Home" of Michael Bublé

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home 

Have a fantastic snowy day and listen to the whispers of the wind.

Elizabeth