20 februari 2014
The Colour is Red
Apples from my garden
Platemat bought in Paris
Hollyhock from my garden
Roses in a silver boal
Poppies from my garden
My teenage petty coat
Petty coat with cuchen
Summer house in Särö. Only excisting on this painting
05 februari 2014
King of the House
My Darling. min Älskling Habibi
Fotograf Gull-Marie M. 5 februari 2014
03 februari 2014
Here we are!! My sweet, sweet "puppy" Habibi and I.
Habibi is going to be 9 years old this February.
My first saluki, Jashi who I got as a 7 year old dog. We are posing outside a church in Gothenburg.
A professional picture of Jashi in 2001 in the Dog exhibition at Sofiero.
Beloved dog. Also very beautiful. :-)
At the castle Sofiero in Skåne.
In front of my mother´s home in St. Herrestad outside Ystad.
In front of my friends summer house at Särö. Ours is not in the picture but is to the left.
30 januari 2014
I have had BIG problems for a long time with my blogs.
It wasn't possible to make posts or change the layout
Today I deciced to change webreader from IE to Chrome. and everything was allright again
To celebrate this picture is of my grandmother (the one looking away) with three of her eleven siblings.
Working- and creating tools....
03 november 2013
Dogs and sofas.
A saluki never, ever lays on the floor unless there is a Persian carpet to lay on.
Habibi's friend Yaffit has made herself comfortable among my lace cushions.
This is Habibi's favorite sofa.
My favorite chair.
Me and my daughter.
A case to Stich handkerchiefs in. Which I got from my friend Vera.
17 oktober 2013
A long, long time since I made a post on my blog, but here it is.
A little bit of red and dark blue plus white, of course.
06 juni 2013
A wall hanging with Marie Antoinette
A fresh made wreath and a box with roses
Close up of the box
Close up of the wreath
Old book with new Picture and a rose
Wall hanging with Lina Cavalleri
More pictures of the box end the wreath
The old book
04 april 2013
The party is Over
Waiting for the real roses.
My dear friend Vera at my Easter party.
A chokolate egg from one of my guests.
And, as we say in Sweden: Inget kalas utan kras.
Which means: Never a party without broken things.
This was real sad because my grandparents got a set of 12 coffee cups with saucers in 1909 when they married.
Then my mother inhereted them in the 1950:s.
I got them in 1980. Nothing was broken before the 30th of March this very year, when >I broke this cup.
They are from Rosenthal are called "Copenhagen".
Shame on me!!! :-(