My mon gave me flowers again. Blues are not my favourite but I liked them a lot because they were so light and airy.
I have been reading a little about William Morris again. Such a fascinating character. I heard he´s written an utopic novel and it´s even been translated to Finnish so it´s a must read for me.
One morning I woke up to music. I looked out the kitchen window and saw a street crowded by people. It´s was an yearly neighbourhood fest.
This peculiar church is right around the corner. Taken also from kitchen window.
Swatching for rugs with these cardboard thingies.
Newspapers from underneath all those plastic carpets covering up our floor. They were from year 1925.
Tulips on my way to the riverside.
Another kitten stencil around the neighbourhood. This was the first I saw.