vorkurs II

more from my application:

those are 3 starters for wall-paper.

 'Dangerous Trees'

I didn't take a picture of the 'free' part. my penny lane.


love. PinkLady

Vorkurs

One year ago, I didn't have that much to do all day. When the house was clean, the kids were at school and I had done my danish-exercices I sometimes didn't know what to do.
That's Au Pair life.
I often went to the sea for a jog or a walk. I went shopping.
And I applied for Art School.
I didn't expect to get in, but I enjoyed using my artistic senses a bit more than usual.
There were 10 assignements. you had to pick 8.
I now have the necessary distance to this personal work and am ready to show it.

The first one I made was the "exhibition". I had to make an exhibition at home with my favourite stuff, take pictures of it, pick 6 and glue them on a A3 page.
Those pictures are now on www.3nuessephoto.blogspot.com.
The endproduct looked like this:

 I won't show you the painting because I'm not satisfied with it at all.
But here's the drawing. The subject was: a kitchen unit.

more about the other projects very soon.


love. PinkLady

February 2011

 I was applying to art school.

I went to the westcoast of Jytland...

And got blown away.

 The meat was done on the grill: really tasty.

Had fun being an Au Pair.

Baked Polienne's cookies.

I was in love with the landscape...

I baked fastelavnsboller.

I was in love... and still am.

I baked oreo-muffins.

I was an Au Pair.

love. PinkLady

happy new year

Semesterferien. Weihnachten ist vorbei. Neu Jahr auch. Jetzt wird's ernst. Jobsuchen und erledigen. tausend Dinge erledigen. Und endlich mal damit anfangen, die tausend Bücher zu lesen.
Fotos wurden in den letzten 2 Wochen keine Gemacht. Diese Feststage gehen vergessen... Ausser vielleicht Neu Jahr. In der Stube getanzt bis die Polizei kam. Und jetzt: Muskelkater. ein Zeichen, dass ich zuwenig Party mache. Eindeutig. na, dann. kommts auch aufs Semesterferien Programm.
Aber wer trotzdem Bilder von den Fesstagen will: auf dem photoblog gibt's die von letztem Jahr in Dänemark zu sehen.

love. PinkLady

back home.

wouala.
Je suis de retour au pays du bon fromage. Au pays des montres et de la Toblerone. Au pays du suisse allemad et du français. Au pays où la musique classique fait partie de ma vie de tout les jours. Au pays du Marzili, de l'Aare, des frites sur le Gurten. Au pays où mes études vont commencer bientôt...
Une semaine, je commence gentillement à m'habituer. Les 2-3 premiers jours, ce qui me dérangeait le plus, était d'entendre du suisse-taute à tout les coins. C'est chiant, quand tu comprends tout, t'écoutes. pas toi? Quand c'était du danois, j'arrivais à 'mettre en veille', vu que pour comprendre, il fallait que je me concentre... Mais là...

Mon portmonnaie est toujours plein de couronnes. J'ai juste ajouté ma carte de banque suisse, ma carte d'étudiante toute neuve - youpi! - , un peu de monnaie locale et mon AG. coupdecoeur et mercimaman.
Nostalgique, oui, j'avoue.
Je n'ai pas touché à mon blogger, j'avais tant d'autres choses à faire... :) J'ai revu plein de gens, fait un peu de shopping, amené mon alto à ce cher luthier - qui m'a mis une nouvelle corde de sol pendant ses vacances -, joué sur mon alto et mon piano d'amour, bu du café, mangé des gateaux, papoté, fait de la marche avec mon papounet et sa rosinette, sprayé le vélo d'Anjon, fait du gateau au carambar, des biscuits à l'avoine et une sauce tomate pour mon riz. Je me suis baignée dans l'Aare - première et dernière fois de l'été. Je suis allée à Bâle, voir une chambre - et merde, l'autre c* me voulait pas - et me faire immatriculer! youpi! J'ai passé un weekend chill à désespérément essayer de trouver une chambre... sans succès jusqu'ici. Le concert du JOK était tout à fait présentable. Musique de film, English Folk Songs, Chaconne de Vitali. Sont sexys, ces musiciens tout de noir vêtus.
Je suis de retour, pour de vrai. Même si le Danemark, le danois et les danois me manquent terriblement.
 

 et sur photoholic la série east side gallery vient de commecer.


à la prochaine.



love. PinkLady

leaving

Tristesse et chutes du Niagara. Je pleure.
Et j'ai une bonne raison, c'est ça le pire. Je suis triste, parce que c'est la seule réaction possible. Je dois m'en aller... de ce pays d'amour qu'est le Danemark. J'aime!
ça va me manquer tout ça. Et le pire, c'est mon vélo! Je dois le vendre demain. Mon petit chéri d'amour? le vendre? nooon! Vraiment, imagine, je dois vendre mon meilleur ami. Il a toujours été là pour moi, dans le Bonheur et le Malheur. sobre ou pas. Dans la pluie, les orages et le soleil. Toujours. Tout les jours. Dans les rues de Copenhague. coupdecoeur au carré!
Bonbonbon. tout ça pour dire que oui. J'imagine que le postage va refaire une pause... jusqu'à ce que je me sois habituée à la ma nouvelle vraie vie.
Et maintenant, faut faire ses bagages - ouiiiin! - et vite-vite finir de lire ce bouquin, je dois passer à la biblio et le rendre demain!
à plus!

love. PinkLady

happy.

Right now my life is so nice, so wonderful, so - sunny!
I spend as little time inside as possible... which means: no time for electronics, internet, blogging.
Life's calling!
I lost my job because of the water damage. Now I have tons of time to spend the money I'm not earning.
I'll maybe post once in a while... but don't expect anything - and be surprised!
So long!

schooltime-bored drawing

love. PinkLady

like a virgin.

or like a tourist.

Puisque j'avais de la visite du pays, de la visite amoureuse pour être précise, j'ai joué au touriste (- guide). Mais on a un peu joué au vrai 'copenhagais', aussi.
comme des vrais copenhaguais, comme des vrais 'nordvestiens' on s'est acheté à manger chez l'arabe de Lebara et la viande chez fakta et on s'est fait un bon petit souper à la maison. On a eu droit à un p'tit verre d'asti pour la préparation et un p'tit verre de rouge pour accompagner notre succulent repas. Le tout a été savouré dans le jardin, accompagnés par la musique de mon iPod et d'une bougie à la citronelle. coup de coeur.
comme des vrais copenhaguais on a fait un tour à Malmö pour faire du shopiiing. Parce que c'est moins cher. Parce que ça fait plaisir de faire du shopping dans une ville qu'on ne connait pas, bien qu'elle soit la porte à côté. voir plus bas.
comme des vrais copenhaguais on a été à CAFÉ PALUDIAN jouer à Backgammon. - je suis trop forte!
comme des vrais copenhaguais on a été au théatre voire une pièce nommée 'Cabaret Royal'. Le tout en danois, hilarant pour moi, peu intéréssant pour l'amoureux.

comme des vrais touristes on a été au DanskDesignCenter. C'était très intéressant. Surout la part hisorique au sous-sol, où toutes ces inventions danoises, ce dansk design sont présentés. (des photos suivront à l'occasion). Par contre on était un peu déçus par cette espèce d'obsession du 'vert', du 'durable'...
comme des vrais touriste on a 'hygge' au Tivoli, au soleil.
comme des vrais touristes on a regardé la relève de la garde royale.

c'était chouette.

Shopping à Malmö:

*une veste petrol sublime et parfaite Elvine
              Elvine is a Swedish clothing brand inspired by Gothenburg's unrefined subcultures and the legacy of  traditional craftmanship. We create sophisticated clothes for unsophisticated behaviour.
* une petite robe fleurie noire&blanc H&M Kids
* une paire de lunettes de soleil GinaTricot parce que les miennes se sont suicidées. 
* un haut sans manches orange-saumon GinaTricot.

veste Eveline: Cathy Dark Blue

Robe H&M

lunettes de soleil Ginatricot, mais je les ai en brun

haut ginatricot.

Nice. 

love. PinkLady

yogi & pågen

Gratitude leads to love.
-yogi

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love. PinkLady

Møntvask

Oh yes. Tonight I'm the storyteller.

Happy, after work. Had just decided about working hours next week with my colleague and we're both happy. I am off when my honey is here, and she is when she wants the nights out.

 nice, as we say here.

So, as I said. Happy, looking forward to a Saturday Night. a dry one. Home alone. With skype, blogger, facebook and some movie-page. A cup of nice homemade tea, my ipod, candle-light, pijamapants and cookies.

I didn't get anything to eat all day... but I didn't notice. yet.

The wather was gorgeous. 31°C, it said. Don't believe it. I would say 26. Nice enough. Nice enough to drive home on my bike without jacket.

At home I dressed up a little bit. Which actually means getting nice clothes on that are not working clothes. At work everything has to be very neutral. It is quite limited. So as soon as I only go out buying my milk and eggs I 'dress up'.  I unfortunately didn't have anyone to take a picture of that outfit. It would have been a nice one to post (on lookbook). anyway, I wore my new (electric)blue headphones. A lila tshirt and my nice maxmara 'gilet'. My new topshop hotpants, some black tights and my lovely oxfords.

Home, i picked up my laundy. And that's where the story beginns. 

'cause, no, we can't wash our clothes where I live now. Anyway. The only reason for me to experiment the launderette-feeling. It actually was my second time, I'm not a virgin anymore.

With my nice bag full of panties and other stuff I don't want anyone to have a look at, I went to the second-next launderette. I hoped it would be cheaper. It was.

The first part - washing - was very easy. cheasy.

While waiting I went buying kanel gifflar, hankies and butter. (yes. it IS important to know what I bought, sorry.)

Sitting outside the launderette, in the sun, on the side of the road, wathing the wheels go round and round. The wheels of the bikes and the cars and the busses. And the feet of the grils and the boys and all those that aren't girls and boys. Like dogs e.g.

I was sitting there, reading my H&M magazine in danish. Probably looked quite weird, but who cares? I don't.

After the 28 minutes it took to get the clothes clean, I wanted to get them dry. hard job. how does this f*ing tumber work?!  yeah. you have to put the money in the machine. got it. 3 DKK. nothing. And then click on 'low temperature' on the tumbler. WHY does the tumber say 99?!?!?!?! 99 minutes? did I just pay for 99 minutes? Don't know. anyway, went out with my friend the magazine to visit my other friend, the sun. But then, I was just soooo hungry. I didn't really eat all day. Had just one gourmandise there, and one madeleine there. Some cheesecake then and a piece of bread then. I was starving. And I cound't eat my hankies. I coudn't eat the butter. I had to eat those kanel gifflar! But my stomach was against it. It just did hurt more and more... just like a black whole was eating my stomach.crazy. My stomach wanted some food. not some snack, that's what he got all day. Anyway. I tried to forget the pain and had fun with the mag and the sun.

We were enjoying each other for quite a while, when I thought I should check if I really had bought 99 minutes drying for 3 dkk. this is just so not possible. I came back and my clothes were still completely wet. And it looked like the never had felt anything warm and drying. I finally found out that...

tadaamm.

1 dkk is for 1 minute drying. which means I was sitting aproximately 27 minutes in the sun wating for my clothes to dry while absolutely NOTHING happened. I just ended up buying 10 more minutes on high temperature.
I waited, freezing, cause my sun-friend went home. He's young, had to go to bed, sleeping.
I went home with wet clothes... - in my bag. those I wore were as dry as they always!

Home, i gave something nice to my stomach: cauliflower-salad and tuna mousse. nice.

Finally, i could skype with my sister, write with a lot of people, post on my blogs (check photoholic with pictures of the Mauerpark).

But I didn't get rid of the mess in my room and in the kitchen. for tomorrow.

goodnight, folks.

love. PinkLady

random from school.

from school. wow. how long ago is this?! ONE YEAR!
enjoy or scroll down to the next post (:

taking notes

sometimes it can be boring...

sometimes you get cake

sometimes you learn Russian for fun

sometimes your friends make drawings for you.

sometimes you get more cake in the break

it happens that we read nice things and it's fun.

sometimes friends have something very important to tell you.

sometimes it can get boring

sometimes you like it when the paper looks nice. even if you don't get it.

and sometimes you better check out the blog with the nice pictures: 3nüsse is a photoholic.




 love. PinkLady