Rant

< rant >

I’m grateful… I am… but there are things that I simply don’t understand, perhaps it’s because I’m older and I start to see them for what they really are. Plus I haven’t had this confrontation for a long long time because I could always avoid it. But these days I can’t until I’m back to my independent self again like I was before. I moved away from all this, years ago and for a very good reason, a reason that seemed to have faded over time but now that I’m back -I had no choice- I am reminded of this on a daily basis… So here’s a rant.

  • If I’m not around and not having dinner while the other person has (which is quite rare), the dishes won’t be done but left on the counter instead until the next evening when I need the space to cook and when I get tired of it still sitting there… so I end up doing them myself…
  • I need a clean counter in order to cook so I cannot ignore the mess and that is exactly what is taken advantage of
  • Someone is obviously not pulling her weight
  • I don’t expect much and I already take care of 80% of the household but it’s the attitude that annoys me
  • There’s a total lack of consideration
  • Someone seems to prefer to be lazy and take advantage of the extra hands that are always available. After all it’s easy to say out loud that you might get lazy when there is help but admitting to it ánd live up to it are two different things
  • Also: there’s a difference between positive criticism or talking down on someone or treating her like she’s still the 10 year old child without the brain function…
  • There’s a total lack of respect for someone’s ideas, thoughts or basically everything that identifies that person
  • There’s a total lack of respect… period

Don’t think that’s all, there’s much more but I’m done for the moment… All of this reminds me of the reasons why I have left this situation at age eighteen, why I always said that I would never return… But since I had no choice earlier this year, I have to take this in and have a good rant every now and then so I can breathe again and let go.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s also a good side but somehow whenever it gets bad, the good side seems to just vanish like snow in the sun… Once my patience will start to pay off and I’ll be ready to move and find my own space again! Just a few more weeks…

< /end of rant >

Old Treasures

When you’re young you have different values so you don’t always notice the treasures that surround you. Twenty years later you might see things in a different light and the items that were taken for granted at the time start to become of great value for no particular reason other than the fact that you’re older (and hopefully wiser as well *wink*).

Sentiment might be the reason, perhaps you’d like to bring back the past, memories, a link to your childhood or the stories that are attached to a certain item or object. Me, I like really old things: old lettering, books, labels and package design. Objects that were once loved and used by their previous owners, objects that tell their own enchanting history.

Like the beautiful fifties tea set that I got from M. and W. or the tea cups and hundred-year-old books that I found at Greenwich Market. This time I found my treasures close by and I only needed to mention the fact that I absolutely adored the dark blue one and the brown one magically appeared… Hidden for years in the back of a cupboard.

To my surprise I was told that I could have them. Out came a few others but not as nice as these two which I chose. I just love the drawing on the blue one, it reminds me of fairy tales, cozy fireplaces and cold winter nights. The design of the brown one is just gorgeous simplicity, there’s (export) text on the sides in e.g. Chinese, Indonesian and Dutch.

Time is a strange concept that seems to add value to otherwise ordinary things…

Aren’t they cool?

I love the design! Chinese text on one side…