a gift: something for HER

Beautiful things keep coming our way, literally.

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Sitting by our dining table, I look at the hand painted porcelain wall dish I was holding dearly.

I am amused.

It was that of my favourite Klimt painting.

I smile to myself.

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The Kiss.

I have not seen it in real life, though I know someone  who literally stood in front of it for as long as she could.  Staring.

It is not hard to imagine myself doing the same.

It is not unlike what I was doing there, while sitting by our dining table.  Staring.

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I don't remember where I first saw it.  A book?  Poster?  No idea.  But somehow, I never really forgot it.

Maybe I was even consciously trying to find it again.

Seeing reproductions allowed me to later figure out what it was called--and who's work it was.

Apps as we know them today were not available to me then.  Besides, it was not like I had a picture.

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Sitting.  Staring.

I was holding thoughtfulness realised.

from someone who listens and remembers

This was a gift from our dear friend, Gela.

I'm touched.  Really.

Associations.     

Selecting this, out of all things was a decision bore out of multiple conversations shared between us spread over what could have been years.

• My love for Klimt
• When I go to museums, I can't bear to buy a canvas print because I feel it is wrong
• Despite #2, I would love to look at something that reminds or represents specific art pieces
• I am excited to decorate our home, but don't want to rush buying things
• My husband and I choose, think and re-think every single thing that comes into our home very carefully because we have limited space and it should be filled with things we love

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Bull's eye.

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There is one other thing from Gela, I will reserve that blog entry for another day.

cruet (within a cruet)

I had been looking for an olive oil AND balsamic vinegar cruet forever.  Okay, since my husband and I found our first home.

Every now and then, there would be candidates.

I once found something I could have taken home , but then the 'bubble' for the balsamic vinegar was too small.

In another occasion, the proportion between the two liquids was correct but the actual cruet was too small.

Either would have worked, but it would have caused me to refill way too often.  Bad.

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As I don't like buying things twice, I preferred to defer my purchase until the right one came along.

I can be quite patient with postponing purchases if the feeling is not right.

Waiting game it was.

the search is over

Carleen, my close friend from work came to my desk earlier this morning.  

She was holding a plastic bag that said thank you and have a nice day, with a yellow classic smiley face drawn smack at the center.

"I have something to give you", she says.

I reached for the bag and thanked her.

Still smiling, she says “Open it.”  

From the look on her face, I can say that she was excited.  I started to feel excited too.  She is infectious like that.

And while I was making my way though the bag, she added that she hoped I didn't have that thing I was about to discover.

Plastic, paper, paper.

And there it was.

The perfect cruet.

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Welcome to our home.

SWAP (right now) Thank You Very Much

A package came for me yesterday. A present, actually :)

I am not allowed to open it till the 16th (but I am sure I will love it!), I could however, take out the gift box from the delivery box and well, read the card.Even in a foreign language, I was able to make out what it says. But I could never make out who Alexandre is!

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Rhea, in case you were wondering, I do know who sent it to me :-p