obsession

Saturday, 16 May 2009

I can imagine the living-room curtains only in white, with patterns in black, possibly Art Nouveau style. I wonder if I could afford ordering such curtains from some international website. Would I be able to stamp some patterns myself?

Christmas tree'2008

Sunday, 21 December 2008

Fridge for the masses

Sunday, 7 December 2008

Last night I received my new refrigerator and the old one went in a deserved pension.
It's divided in two parts one of which is a fridge and the other is a freeze.

My friend Rahmie recommended me a refrigerator with two sections, because in that way the freezer will preserve the food for a long time.

The new equipment

When I choosed the equipment, I wanted the upper section to be a fridge and the down section - a freezer. Usually we use the fridger and it will be more comfortable to open its door, to take or to put fod inside when it's on the level of your height.

The freezer is down so you have to bow yourself. And because the people use more rare the freezer, it's better to be down.

Yammy

... like oxygen

Sunday, 30 November 2008

Yesterday a young pigeon flied into my room and alighted at my computer. I thought: "I can't be your father, but I might be like an older brother and a friend for you." The young pigeon didn't hear my thoughts and flew away.


Later The Princess came with bright eyes and smile on her face. She brought me a gift - a blanket with the color of the kings. Pleasantly fluffy and soft, it filled my bedroom with passion and warmth.

The red blanket is a strange thing. It's not just a stuff which makes the place more beautiful and the bed - cosy. It predisposes to sharing and revelations. She shared my life and I shared her life. She looked through my open windows and I looked through her open windows.

Where we are?

Everywhere.

Love is like oxygen.

I'm not an angel, but I was there

Sunday, 23 November 2008

The calm morning surprised me with a bright sun and a fresh air. The house was suffused with light. Everything around corresponded to my inner mood.

It was the best time to prepare our two garden fountains for the winter. The trick here has two steps: first - to stop the turn-clock placed in an underground hole and second - to drain the water in the water-pipe between the turn-clock and the tap. In that way the fountains we'll be protected from the freezing.

The first fountain was ok, but I had troubles with the second. The tap is demaged, said my father who is my private adviser too. After many efforts, finally I found a temporary decision.

But surely in the spring I'll clear my accounts with that fountain. I already have some ideas on this and later I'll share them with you.

I took a breath and then I started something new for me - The Oleander epos.

Usually the people in Haskovo plant their oleanders in used metal boxes for cheese. The last spring I planted four oleanders in the garden. They grew up and bloomed very well. Now I tried to insulate the plants against the low winter temperatures.

The result is strange, but funny. My mother helpped me to wrap the oleanders with old cloths. Then we wrapped the plants again - that way with nylons, and finally we binded fast the nylons with knitted fabrics of different colors.

Is the Christo the only one who wrap the things?
No, now we're two :)

Now the oleanders look like an avantgard art. Both in the gardening and the wrapping I own an unique style, a scent of immediate aestetic, an imagination and a creative power, but the critics just don't know me.
In Sofia there's a monument of the poetry. In my garden there's a monument of the ... they look like... well, if you have some suggestions or analogies with these covered oleanders, you can give me some free ideas in the comments section.

Wrapped oleanders

Later I closed the gaps in the treliss-vine's construction with silicon. After that I went on the roof. There I made some good things and took nice pictures.

Look to the yard

On that photo you see a part of the garage (in left), a part of the garden with the wrapped oleanders and and our summer house (and old building which we use as a store).

The garden - a closer view

A view to the surrounding houses

The local kinder garden

I love my day... Maybe soon you'll see puctures of an winter garden.

Time to say Goodbye... Happiness is the Road

Monday, 17 November 2008

My weekend was separated in two parts.

Part 1

The Saturday was cloudy and I prepared the garden for the winter. The leading voice said with the words of Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman: "Time to say Goodbye".


I decorate the garden with some pots, creating nice ensembles. They lay or stand among the plants. My great pottery is a treasure for the graden. But now I cleaned the pots and I put them in the summer house. Six numbers - here they are. I felt a little sadness to part with them, but I know it's in the order of the things, it's a part from the circle of the life. I'll take them out when the snows melt and the spring bloosoms.

The six pots

Even the phlegmatic face of the autumn has its beauty. I used the chance to take few photos of the blooming autumn chrysanthemums .

The old boxshrub

Part 2

The Sunday was sunny and brighter. The main refrain in my day was Marillion's new album. For me "Happiness is the Road" is the best progressive rock album of the year. When I worked, when I made some things, I said to myself that the work is happiness.

The wall finished with plaster

I plastered the outside wall of the yard with mortar, and I sticked few stones in the small closed garden in the northwest corner of my estate. The music of the labour was triumphant in my head, but finally I remained with conviction, that the good rest is a happiness too.

My mother - the chief director, the Iron Lady of the family

Later my march with Lydia gave me more complete meaning on the idea that the road is happiness.

Another cliche - another masterpiece

Saturday, 15 November 2008

I really don't know how we create miracles. We just do it. And because it happens so often, it might sounds like a cliche. But its true - we did another masterpiece!

Banitsa is the Bulgaruan response of the Italian Lasagne. I don't want to say something arrogant, because I deeply respect the kitchen of the Boot (especially pizza), but our banitsa is more tasty.

When you eat banitsa, you feel the nobility of the Bulgarian culinary genius and the wisdom of many generations of Bulgarians who grew up with that perfect food - a combination of the best pastry ever made (of course from Bulgarian grains), the unique eggs of the hens (happy to live under our warm sun), the aromatic butter of the sheeps (the smartest in the world) and the proud white cheese of the local cows (makers of the best milk in the world, the Swiss are behind them)! The people who eat banitsa are predisposed to feats, victories and achievements in every field of the life.

Home made banitsa

I bet that John Atanasoff created the first computer because his father brought the gene of Banitsa-lover in the genetic code of of his ancestors.

My mother cuts to pieces

That evening with my parents we mad that one and only masterpiece. I didn't have time to make photos during the process (my hands were dirty). Now I share with you the result and I run to eat. Bye :)