🙂 in der Sonne im Garten unterm Magnolienbaum gesessen und Socken gestrickt
🙂 z'Nacht mit Freunden, viel erzählt und gelacht
🙂 Schokoostereier
🙂 in der Sonne im Garten unterm Magnolienbaum gesessen und Socken gestrickt
🙂 z'Nacht mit Freunden, viel erzählt und gelacht
🙂 Schokoostereier
I coveted Kinder Eier when I was stationed in Germany (1989-1993). At that time, they weren't classified as a choking hazard. And I loved the little toys inside. I built up quite a collection. My favorite was a small figure of Homer Simpson passed out on a chair. I figured out I could mount him on my Horn. He still holds that place of honor.
Being "weird" doesn't offend me in the least. 🙂
Nope. Perched there right where I look down the leadpipe. Seeing him nodding off, thinking "Who cares?" helps me relax. And as it turns out, being relaxed make me play much better. So he serves as a little reminder of the relative "importance" of what I'm doing.* 🙂
* Which is art, in the moment, never to be repeated exactly the same: here and now is all that matters.