Cards you can hang in your tree

Gisteren wat kaarten afgemaakt en deze week werk ik nog een paar minder klassieken kaarten af ...//Yesterday I finished up some of my cards and this week I'll be working on some which are slightly different, less classic.

About my past... and sometimes still my present

I promised a FB-book friend to repost this, so here it is...
This is the least I can do for others, for the world to know, for everyone suffering somewhere in a silent and darkened room, forgotten about by the world and society ...

Christmas cards ... in progress

After a very bad (but relatively short) period I will take up some of my little projects again, one of which is making Christmas cards ... It was really fun so far and I look forward to finishing them up. It is part of my pacing programme, first and foremost. I don't want to be too sick during the holidays so I'm getting wiser each year ! I know very well these cards may seem nothing "special" to an outsider's eye but it sure is to me, and to my friends, and to everyone who's been there themselves. That's all that matters, isn't it ?

I always wanted to make my own Christmas cards but, of course, that never happened, apart from one year: 2001. I was ill with severe ME for five years then and the state I made them in, the debilitating exhaustion and undescribable feeling of being so ill all the time, pain, and weakness, the inability to sit up, still makes me wanna cry sometimes. Not because of that specific memory but the thousands and thousands of them. Living with them is hard. Erasing them is not possible, but I prefer not to dwell on them too long. I lived with my mum at that time cos I had no choice, unfortunately. I also had started to begin to fear that I might never leave that house again, ever. I remember the table I was sitting at a few minutes at a time, cutting and pasting. I remember the way my brain felt, the limbs that could not do what I wanted them to do, the terrible neurological state I was in, and the way I reacted to an even fairly safe glue such as Pritt. But I also remember the "design", it was very simple but quite original. Somewhere in an album of mine I still have a piece of the ribbon I used.

To be continued ...
Of course, (cos I here you thinking aloud) even healthy people don't get around making their own Christmas cards but that is often due to all their other activities and obligations (or laziness, ha !).

Listening to Händel

Vriendschapstiramisu / My friends are my estate (Emily Dickinson)

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." Anais Nin

Sometimes I feel like ...

Sometimes I feel like ...