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The golden days of October are gone and right on time yesterday, the grey and cold of November kicked in. (We did have sneak preview days of the grey in October, I have to admit, but not many.)
The wind blew strong this morning on our family walk. Mathilda sleept in her stroller, and there was some time for Marc and me to talk. Both of them are asleep now, each one in their bed. This leaves me with some time completely to myself, and I want to use it the way I intend to: write. I am thinking about creating a new blog, to post many pictures and stories of how the days go. Not that I am in any way bored and there wouldn't be enough to do, but to keep track. A few days ago I bought a new Moleskine journal, after I realized that the last entry in my previous one was from August last year - desperately trying to write on against the miscarriage. I haven't touched it since. And in only two weeks, Mathilda will be half a year old already - and I didn't write anything down! I didn't write about her quirky smiles, her funny sounds (and the faces she makes in order to make them), [let's turn on the light] the first time she played with her hands, turned around, took off my glasses. I remember those days, but they are already passed. And I didn't take the chance to capture them - photographs are there, but lacking the words to accompany them.
So today, maybe it's time for a new beginning. Maybe this will be my last entry on LJ.
Yesterday, for the beginning of November, I made myself an awesome autumn skirt from dotted purple corduroy, and I am very happy with it.
PIctures will probably follow on the new blog.
So much for now, I think Mathilda is waking up again. Oh the joys of motherhood. :)
The wind blew strong this morning on our family walk. Mathilda sleept in her stroller, and there was some time for Marc and me to talk. Both of them are asleep now, each one in their bed. This leaves me with some time completely to myself, and I want to use it the way I intend to: write. I am thinking about creating a new blog, to post many pictures and stories of how the days go. Not that I am in any way bored and there wouldn't be enough to do, but to keep track. A few days ago I bought a new Moleskine journal, after I realized that the last entry in my previous one was from August last year - desperately trying to write on against the miscarriage. I haven't touched it since. And in only two weeks, Mathilda will be half a year old already - and I didn't write anything down! I didn't write about her quirky smiles, her funny sounds (and the faces she makes in order to make them), [let's turn on the light] the first time she played with her hands, turned around, took off my glasses. I remember those days, but they are already passed. And I didn't take the chance to capture them - photographs are there, but lacking the words to accompany them.
So today, maybe it's time for a new beginning. Maybe this will be my last entry on LJ.
Yesterday, for the beginning of November, I made myself an awesome autumn skirt from dotted purple corduroy, and I am very happy with it.
PIctures will probably follow on the new blog.
So much for now, I think Mathilda is waking up again. Oh the joys of motherhood. :)