Go on then......

Watercolour illustration. 

Should I also make one for the tea lovers? 

For you

... a cup of login' coming your way.

May your day be filled with sun shine, biscuits and extra hugs....

xxx

Very Pleased

I am Lilla Lotta, very pleased to meet you!

How are you doing today? 

Would love to hear who what where you are!

x

Blog Lovin

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Please allow me to be a computer dummie, just for a bit.

I am reading the Google Friends Connect will disappear?

And the new way is to connect up with BlogLovin.

So voila! I have added the button...

Right up there. *points up*

I suppose it is a matter of adding.

*we live in hope*

.... now I shall be searching for info how to work it.

I still have to reinstate about 2 years of posts on this blog,

but days are too short, and my carrot concentration is not helping either.

One must have coffee for such a task.

Lots of it :)

x

Lilla Village

Lilla Village.

Now available in my shop

Colour

Is it just me, but can I feel the summer coming?

I can feel there is colour coming! 

And in the mean time I have not felt THIS good for THIS long.

*spreads arms wide*

I just know that the song in my head and the smiles on our faces

are as promising as the colours I am feeling! 

xxx

Happy Dance

Home is such a state of mind. I can settle just about any where, and am not bothered much 

about anything. I tend to live in my own little bubble, in my own bubble world. 

Having been smack in between here and there, somewhere and nowhere, I am glad that the madness

of packing and stacking is going to start, and I will be flying onwards to our new home and new lives. 

It will be good to go back to where I was once before.

The children and I are very excited. 

*little happy dance*

The top illustration was made with many many layers of my water colour illustrations. 

For some odd reason I could not stop myself, and kept adding. This is of course a mental disturbance. 

But the coffee was good, the radio was fine and even the sun decided to come to the room. 

All is good.

xxx

Killed By Chocolate

... no need to resuscitate unless you have more chocolate....

Wings

I feel since I have been in limbo for so long, that in this state of mid air I have grown wings. Not touching the ground has made me enjoy the sense of not being fixed, and not being on solid ground.

In the last few months I have moved on, also with my creative thinking. For fear of losing that 'lilla lotta" feel, I maintained a certain style. Which was boxing me in, and ultimately making me very sad.
Whilst I was living in the South of France I struggled desperately with health issues. I am now certain that the horrid heat was not helping my recovering. Being the Northern soul, I suit the chillier and windier climates. Being a freckled red head with viking blood, this is not too surprising.

One of the symptoms that have been almost a constant nuisance is trembling and shaking hands. I had to stop trying to create lettering and paintings. The strain it caused me, was horrible. The inability terribly frustrating. Which in turn moved me to work more digitally, the key board doesn't mind if I happen to have the shakes. And I get my much needed "creative fix". I am as compulsive and obsessed with creating as I always have been.

But most of my belongings live in boxes. My fabric stacks were given away, and a dear friend is taking care of my sewing machine, until I can use those wings I have been growing, and take off to my new life.....

Perhaps those shakes will calm then as well. When I get a chance to shoot some roots for the first time in years.

So here is me hoping that the change of how I create has not been too big too fast and too weird. Because I am still LillaLotta, and I will be making a huge mess with inks, paints and fabrics again soon.

xxx

Burpy Give Away Winner!

Many congratulations! Please send me your postal address to 

lillalotta@mac.com 

and I will pop your envelope in the mail promptly!

x

Just do it

Being a mum of five, and getting on with it, (seeing I feel about 97 years old most days,) I went to see a doctor to go on birth control a while ago, when I was still living in France.

There she was, a middle aged gp with a frighteningly empty waiting room. This, in hindsight, should have been a clue.

I kindly asked to be put on birth control pills, and was told by her that I was much too old to consider such a thing. And why would I want to? (Having five children did not come into the conversation. )
I continued asking for the pill, and was told that I should just have my tubes tied. And informed her that I was under no circumstances having anything tied. If  there was going to be any surgical endeavours, this shall be undertaken by the man, and not by the woman that pushed out five children.

She tutted at this. She was disgusted with me.

And stated that men should never be 'done' and that women should always take on this task. 

At the end of the conversation, I left through the empty waiting room, having paid her 25 euros for her opinion, and no birth control to pick up at the pharmacy.

Sometimes I am just left wondering.

So I went out and treated myself on a selection of rain bow macaroons.

x

Burpy Give Away

... it is a perfect day to fly! Bring on the coffee!

If you would like the  chance to win this illustrated print, please leave me a comment telling us what gives you wings! 

Thank you so much for joining in!

xxx

Be Blessed

Pour Por Favor

Pour me some sunshine

I am ready for the freckles

x

L e t T h e Sunshine I n

I don't want much, but I do so like

.a stack of  textured old paper that enjoys inks as much as paints.

.my trusty tin with watercolour pans, the old ones much beloved, too.

.nibbled on HB pencils and Indian inks as black as midnight.

.the sound of silence.

I don't need much either, but my home is incomplete without

.my  bunch of bouncy noisy crazy children.

.make-up home made cakes after teenager dramas.

.ongoing giggles and rummicub games.

.the luxury of uninterrupted sleep.

.the sound of breathing.

.the silence that never is.

And for all I wish

A soon to arrive sunny sparkly Summer*

l e t  T h e S u n  S h i n e  I n 

B e M u s e d

Mother

A Mother gives you roots to grow

&

wings to fly

x

to sit and wonder

My Sunday's blog banner making session with several cups of coffee and tea and yesterday's half muffin from the cabinet x

a kiss. little blue book {three}

{ i throw you a kiss, it will reach you tomorrow. reach you tomorrow }

Fresh

A feel of fresh and new. But at the same time going back to where I kind of started so long ago with my love for collage and mix media. Taking a chance to change a certain style, or as I was hoping, to add to it, and not take away. I have an endless amount of plans. But then, I always do. 

xxxx