Monday, 31 October 2016

In Reveiw

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A sedate afternoon, after the morning before. And a time to review the look and feel of the ambience here. The start of another messy transition alongside and with much. And the just over 100+ Posts on 'a year in 2016' blog. The 61 days left in a leap year. I am not really counting or bother on accounting everything. The interest in how I viewed this year in life transition from and during the process of accepting widowhood, that en masse clearance in the initial. The forgotten. The ridiculous. The funny. And the stupendous in tremondous.

The reevaluation in the times of a humongous muddle. Tomorrow I will use am emptied already storage hamper and refill it from the bedroom. I will proceed to the lounge to sit and select on the more difficulty at times in decisions to make on these items.

It was easy items for a Monday mourning. The items slung into the shopping trolley. The minimal fuss in removal in slow. The some benefits of not loading and unloading a car. 

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

The Bathroom Gifts

galore ... the handmade soaps, pearls, crystals lotion and potions ... obviously trying to tell me something!  ...

The set up in goodies of this room and the continuing stream since ... the many occasions wrapped up in love and happiness in this room of lots of sorrow in time now easing with one very thoughtful bathtime hamper from my cousins wife ... everything from the lighting effect to days in aromatic love ... divine! 

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

A visual aid

for motivational purposes 
I am coming back through. This is in my timeline of plans especially when off the track of the path in the immediate to get to the eventual ...  the rough blueprint of two rooms intermixed to ginve an immediate mood board effect. This to remind me I can be once again... 

When I am in the ... can I be bothered mode ? 

Especially those darkish pits of despairing ones ... 

And then life will be back in flow ease and care free again ! 

Monday, 24 October 2016

Naturally

seasons, moons and skies and more featured in a life recovered. The interspersed of life in turmoil and the beauty outside in everything to me. The freshness of the perfumes and washing powder on people, the first taste again of warm food. It took three months after much I do not speak of. To enjoy home. 

A bath taking all afternoon on arriving back home one March day. The supposedly self neglect. And then I got in that bath again and again. The sensations of warm and warm and warm ...

The obsessive in repeat of all things good!