Today at work I got yelled at by a coworker for refusing to bag his lunch. I told him to use a plate instead, a plate that can be cleaned and reused and won't be thrown away in 2 minutes and make a Native American cry. I told him that everyday, huge portions of the world's rainforests are irrevocably destroyed and that by this "lifestyle" we are having, we are leading our planet to destruction. He kept insisting on a bag. I asked him if it's nice to live without a moral conscience.

Now don't get me wrong. I am not an enviromental saint. I forget to turn the lights off. I take really long showers and quite a lot of baths. I waste power just like the rest of us. On the other hand, I reuse bags. I use public transportation and walk a lot. I don't ever litter. I try to buy my groceries seasonably and preferably from local farmers and organic. And tons of the stuff I buy is vintage.

Now this last point I don't do for enviroments sake, I admit that. But think about it. Instead of buying all new stuff, I reuse someone elses. Clothes, books, fabric, furniture, you name it. Which means that they don't have to fly in stuff from abroad for me to buy or make into things for me to buy. And all the things I get don't have to be thrown away either. It all helps with less CO2-emission which I think is a topic we should really all be more conscious about. Just imagine how much you can safe by reusing paper bags, walking instead of driving (there is always public transportation which on average still has less CO2-emission per passenger than a car, even with all the half-empty buses driving around.). Think how much unnecessary greenhouse gases are released to get all those tomatoes from Africa to Central Europe, just so we can buy them all year round.

So this is my little rant just to get somethings of my chest. Moral standards, boy do they suck!

Also I am switching to English, since there are some of my friends that only speak it, so it makes sense.

Firstly I want to present my latest doll, since crafting is my way too often dormant favourite hobby of all times. And well, my dolls, what can I say, they are my babies.



Her name is 'Lucille Kaball' (I was in an I love Lucy craze when I made her) and against common belief, she is not a Scot. She is a rockabilly chick that happens to have red hair. (and how amazingly pin curled does that hair look?!) Don't be so racist, my friends. I think this is the kind of doll I should make more of, since I have so much fun styling them!!! I am guessing that this is what I would dress like as a girl. I just love skirts and polkadots and ribbons so much! Oh and red hair of course. Gotta love a ginger fella. They are just fab.



This picture is probably the best hand drawn thing I have done in ages. I don't consider myself too blessed with that sorta things, but there was a boring moment at work where I just had to draw this thing down, after a friend of mine suggested to make a mermaid doll to get rid of some of my mother of pearl buttons. (I am quite a button-holic. I have tons and tons of buttons and they are always getting more and more. Essential for dolls though, so that's an excuse...) As you can see she has fins instead of hands. Because you know, she's more fishy than the ones in Disneyland.



And to top it all of (because that'll be all for now), a self portrait, taken with my Kodak Retinette, one of those amazing flea market finds, since it is in perfect shape, was buried under a pile of half broken cameras and cost like nothing. Gotta love a vintage bargain!!!

bloge ich eben wieder.

vielleicht.

wir werden sehen.

kopulierende libellen!!!!

Herrlichst.

Ausserdem werde ich am Freitag meine letzte Prüfung haben. Herrlichster.

EDIT: Im Moment ganzganz schlimm, die olle Friedel Hensch mit Egon:

Eins: Ich trage weisse Schuhe an einem verregneten Tag.

Zwei: Ich trage den ganzen Tag schon einen Schal, damit man den Zahnpastafleck auf meinem T-Shirt nicht sieht.

Gestern sind sie dann alle gestorben. Le Beau ist gestorben. Rosalind ist gestorben. Duke Frederick ist gestorben. Alle weg und sie kommen nicht wieder *schnüff*

Ich spreche natürlich von unserer Produktion von Shakespeares As You Like It. Es war eine schöne Zeit, auch wenn der Zeitaufwand doch sehr gross war, am Ende hat es sich gelohnt. Finde ich doch jedenfalls. Aber ich freue mich auch darauf, wieder ein bisschen mehr Zeit zu haben.



Das allerschönste an der ganzen Sache ist wohl aber, dass wir jetzt alle das Stück in allen Lebenslagen zitieren können, wie es uns gefällt halt ;)

So, to your pleasures: I am for other than for dancing measures!

Ach ja, line dancing können wir jetzt auch alle ;P

Mein rechter Fuss ist grösser als mein linker.

(Woher ich das weiss? Weil ich das erste Mal Schuhe habe, die keine Schuhbändel haben und nur so zum reinschlüpfen sind und der rechte Schuh drückt, sehr sogar.)

...denn eventuell habe ich diesen Sommer einen Job, den ich dann, wenn alles glatt läuft, sogar bis in den Herbst ausüben kann. Und dann geht es ja nach London, für ein Jahr.

Dann scheint noch die Sonne und ich mag gar nicht mehr Moneybrother hören, weil er mir zu melancholisch geworden ist. Alles sehr positiv. (Natürlich liebe ich Moneybrother immer noch, aber ich kann mit so einem Liedtext wie von "What's The Use In Trying?" oder "Eventually It'll Break Your Heart" im Moment nichts anfangen. Wie gesagt, sehr positiv.)