Oct 2, 2009

modern day magical transportation

Remember back in the day when we walked places, or rode a horse to get somewhere? Don't worry, neither do I... but I like to pretend I do because it gives me that strangely magical feeling of having been born in a different era. Of course we all get around in our 'steel motorized carriages' or, if you are Dutch or a health nut or slightly deranged, on your bicycle. So when I found a tutorial online for making amazing little cardboard horses by the amazing Ann Wood, I was able to be transported to a place and time where I have a noble steed parked outside my house, waiting for me to jump gracefully out the window and onto its back, happy to carry me anywhere I choose to go. I'll admit that for a moment in my little dream world the horse somehow ran us up in the air and over houses without having grown wings... a magic mare, beautiful and strong. This is what she looked like in my imagination, with a little help from Ann.


 Excuse the poor, poor picture quality... since the untimely death of our digital camera I have been doomed to using only my mobile phone camera. I really recommend you try making a little horse of your own, perhaps even an entire stampede as seen on Ann's website! They're very fulfilling and easy to make. Mine is currently to be admired amongst our Fall 'display' (three crocheted mushrooms and some acorns the girls brought home from school sitting on the living room mantle).
Touching back on the topic of transportation a bit: I felt like a taxi today. I was in the car from 12.30 to 3.30pm. 1: Home - school. 2: school - the home of a boy in the same class as the girls. His parents are divorced and his mother was supposed to pick him up but she had fallen ill, so his dad asked me if I would be willing to drop their son off at her house, clear across the city from school and my house. I did it, happy to be of service and yes, at the prospect to be able to maybe ask a favor in return someday. Not so much as a thank you from the mother when I dropped him off though! She just opened the door, looked at me, let her son in, looked at me again and I said I hoped she would feel better soon, she replied 'yes.', and closed the door. I feel another happy little note coming on!! Stay tuned for that one....
So where were we. Oh yes, 3: boy's home - sister missionaries. One of our sister missionaries hurt her ankle  last week and they had called a few days ago if I would be able to drive them to an appointment today in Rijswijk. So 4: sister's appartment - Rijswijk. 5: Rijswijk - the Bidjai residence, to pick up my daughters. 6: Bidjai residence - home. I'm sure you found that just riveting to read, I know how to keep my readers happy!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Poor Max, I suppose he was in the car too from 12.30 to 3.30 pm.
Hm, you've been feeding him cookies to keep him happy right!? Clever mom haha.


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