Monday, 11 December 2017


How many times in a winter can weather change from +12 to -5 C in a day and a couple of days later change from -8 to +12 degrees C in a day only to change back a few days later?

Update: here are the official data. Not for my hometown, but it's similarly crazy here. Notice the timescale!
Picture stolen from ARSO

I mean, I love crazy and windy and cold weather but come on...

On a different note, ultraviolet is the colour of the year!

When I first heard it, I was amused, perplexed and really wondered how one can make something invisible the colour of the year.

Well, it turned out this was just a name. The colour is a plain normal violet. Nothing ultra about it. I'm not yet sure I like it, but I surely don't dislike it as that millennial pink that still lingers around.

Oooh, but I really do like the Desert Sunset combination!

Sunday, 10 December 2017

Winter :-)

The igloo in the front yard is finished.
Christmas wreath is hanging on the doors. 
Christmas wheat is growing nicely.

And I'm finally making Christmas cards. Just a teaser for now:

Friday, 1 December 2017


Well, the winter started and I'm loving it!

We are getting ready for Christmas. A poinsettia and an advent calendar are already on the dining table.

And MiniMojcek Nr. 2 has once again proven to be a genius. Although he is very familiar with the idea of advent calendar and the 24 days one has to wait for Chrismas... he quickly realised that 24 is actually the number of hours in one day and that instead of waiting till the 24th, he could open a number every hour of today :-)

Thursday, 30 November 2017

Zipper war

No, it's not a moment in 19th century history.

It's a battle I'm fighting right now.

In the last few weeks I had to exchange or repair a zip on MiniMojcek Nr.1's school backpack, a zip on MiniMojcek Nr.2's school backpack, two zips on my backpacks, a zip on MiniMojcek Nr.1's sweater and two zips on MiniMojcek Nr.2's jackets.

Enough zips for a while!

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

So, so true.

What a joy walking is. All the cares of life, all the hopeless, inept fuckwits that God has strewn along the Bill Bryson Highway of Life suddenly seem far away and harmless, and the world becomes tranquil and welcoming and good. And to walk with old friends multiplies the pleasure a hundredfold.

B. B., The Road to Little Dribbling

Sunday, 12 November 2017

Just checking...

The raspberries are ripe.

The strawberries are blossoming.

The roses are in bloom.

Either climate changes are really happening or I've got some weird genetically modified organisms... because it's the middle of November!

And, yes, all the shops are full of Christmassy stuff. And yes, I'm slightly panicking because I don't even have a prototype of this year's Christmas cards ready!

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

I love you too!

Photos not by me, these are screenshots from Youtube.
I was enjoying the whole thing way too much to bother with the phone.

But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter with my housefly and cry
I tell my housefly not to cry
My housefly tells me not to die
Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
And someone’s gotta sing the blood
And someone’s gotta sing the pain.
N. Cave