Tuesday, 14 May 2013

in my mother's kitchen





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  1. Roxana14 May 2013 at 14:12

    you wouldn't guess why this window is so dirty :-)
    because it opens up into the yard, and Aki, our dog, comes here to look at my mother while she is cooking on the table right in front of this window, and he begs for food with his paws, against the window pane :-)

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  2. billoo14 May 2013 at 14:46

    This Aki of yours is a bit like us, peering into our screens at your world.

    But why don't you like..er..give him some food! How cruel!

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    1. Roxana16 May 2013 at 10:34

      well, he gets his food, of course, but he would always eat :-)

      (but isn't this what we all do, when it comes to peering into a blog, to get a glimpse into the other's life and vision of life?)

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    2. billoo16 May 2013 at 12:47

      "well, he gets his food, of course, but he would always eat :-)"

      Hmm. Why do those lines sound so familiar, as if someone were saying them to me!
      :-)

      Yes, i suppose you're right. I guess we differ in what we're fed and the type of food we want. What kind of dog was/is Aki?

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  3. pensum14 May 2013 at 15:10

    haha...

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  4. Anonymous15 May 2013 at 03:48

    this is so beautiful my friend, almost like to me the textile represents the mother's warmth against the cold scribblings of the outside world. nice accidental scribblings along the perimeter haha. I love to call these designs the jack frost down.I bet your mother is a wonderful cook as most mothers are because so much love goes behind the cooking.that was my mother's greatest gift to me haha, although she was a wonderful seamstress and I loved wearing the dresses she made for me.
    have a gorgeous day.
    hugs

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    1. Roxana16 May 2013 at 11:05

      yes, she is, though i still mostly remember how my grandmother cooked, as she was the one cooking for us, during all my childhood and growing-up years, actually mostly until i left the house :-)
      (this little window used to be the closet window back then, my mothers has recently enlarged the kitchen and gave up the closet for storing food) - or maybe the right word is "pantry"?

      bises

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    2. Michael T Stowers18 May 2013 at 09:39

      Larder is better, than pantry I mean. I'd have to check the etymology but it's more natural in English. These are all beautiful too.

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  5. Miriam16 May 2013 at 10:54

    asa este,cu totii vrem sa intram,cumva,intr-o bucatarie promitatoare,din care transpar flash-uri de imagini si arome magice:)-si drumul nostru lasa astfel de configuratii,magice,presupun,prin ele insele,ne dorim,si asta o spunem in moduri atat de stranii si minunate...:)

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  6. Roxana16 May 2013 at 11:05

    da, cu totii :-))
    ca tunci de paste, tu, cand s-au trezit bucatele...

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    1. Cristina19 May 2013 at 22:53

      acest 'tu' a sunat foarte ardeleneste ;-)

      e atat de frumoasa povestea din spatele imaginii. si tot misterul acela adunat - asa cum aduni cu grija firimiturile de pe masa - pe suprafata lucie a geamului. mi-l imaginez pe aki, latos si alb, cu limba rozulie, chemat la masa doar de deschiderea geamului, asteptand rabdator mancarea.

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  7. erin16 May 2013 at 17:36

    i don't know what to say except this window is the living history of you and yours.

    xo
    erin

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  8. Michael T Stowers20 September 2013 at 06:01

    Stunning!

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