"it's my party and i'll cry if i want to"

phew. we're all glad that's over : )
have a wonderful week!



it's true what they say, that the days are long
but the years are short

five today
five years to the day when she joined us in the world
a few minutes before midnight.

do i love you as much as on that day? more?
i'll never know the widths or depths of it.

happy days, my little girl.



our little parachute person (old handkerchief, gauze, wool)
which started off as an angel but morphed into a sumo wrestler :)

we looked at a prospective primary school today.
wasn't it only yesterday that this day seemed so far away?



it's been raining, with sun.



when she came home from her walk
with two palmfuls of acorns
i couldn't resist making her a tiny peg doll
of herself in pink boots

the hat* is removable

* inspired by olga's little people


a walk through the woods
the empty picnic site like a vast outdoor classroom
and a. wanting to sweep up every leaf off every table.



k brought us news of autumn in brussels

and books and chocolate

and two postcards of 'la fillette a l'oiseau mort'
early 16th century, painter unknown
one of them is yours, dear olga
if you'd like it

i wish you a good weekend!