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From granny’s diary ☀️:

April 16th 1982.
Friday. Lovely sunny day.

“We went to Leigh Park Woolworths for the things we need for the garden and had lunch at The Dolphin on way home.
I mowed the back lawn in the afternoon.”

I’ve had two much needed weeks off, doing mostly what granny did around this time too: getting the garden ready for the summer. And now it’s done, I’m ready to dive back into it and tackle the remaining 6 months of the VERY LAST (finished) diary. 🥹❤️

Some outtakes from the first real sunny walk of the year.

I have always worked a lot with polaroids. This love affair started back in the nineties when I went to artschool for the first time. The waiting for the image to slowly appear still captivates me every time.

Another bathroom window beauty. Yesterdays 7.20 am sunrise. 📸

(I love that something we see every day and take for granted, can look so cool and completely different if we just learn how to look at it with new perspective).
Same old window, same garden, different seasons & times of the day 📸

We’re finally taking it down. I know, its next level Christmas extension but I’m totally owning it. 🎄

Pretty broken things, shattered before 9 am.

The last one! It seemed like a huge task when I started 18 months ago - and it was - but still, I have gotten to the last 5 year diary sooner than I thought. Or would like. After this, there is nothing left because the last and fifth diary was never found. It feels bittersweet…I am both excited and sad. Excited to finally get to the next stage of this wonderful and special project because it has grown so close to my heart and sad that the end is in sight. ❤️

I bought myself a casetteplayer and I was instantly transformed back to my parents kitchen doing the washing up or trying to tape the top 40 in my room without any of the DJ chatting. Hashtag flashback. ❤️

I love vague window selfies, but when it comes with ripped off tape that serves as the perfect frame…even better. Sometimes it just all lines up. 📸👋🏻

When the left over ripped posters on the advertising pillar I walked by, look just like two birds. 🕊️

Still life of a forgotten polaroid. 📸
(Which happens a lot because I get distracted a lot. 😬)

In a recent chat with my youngest I was telling her about a Little Twin stars colouringbook and stamp set I had as a child. They were my prize possessions and I hardly dared to actually use them and that I lost them along the way, as you do.
Fast forward 30 years. My daughter came home with these sweets she found in town for me “because I know you used to love them so much”. 💕

Spring is in the air and the bulbs just couldn’t hold it together. 💕

Another January baby in the house…she’s 13! ❤️

Our 9 am morning coffees suddenly lit up on the kitchenwall. Just gorgeous. ❤️📸

Got completely sidetracked this afternoon, going through the old viewmaster reels we dug up recently. If you know me, you know I LOVE this kind of stepping into lives long gone. The photos are all gems from a different era which - to me - tell a different story as the one they probably lived. 📸

It’s 7.10 AM and I’m already waiting. For the polaroid to develop, for my kids to come downstairs and for the coffee to cool off a bit so I can wake up. 📸

Time is forever ticking on. And even though I feel I live in the moment, I’m also forever chasing it, trying to catch it in my work. I guess we all are teying to leave our mark as proof we were here.

Swipe to see the plane fly by. ✈️

Sometimes I find the diary entry behind a photograph and that always feels like such a treasure. I am not sure why granny was wearing so many clothes when it was so hot, but my mum was definitely serving up a generous portion of 80ties vibes. 😍

*From her diary

August 18th 1984. Saturday. Very hot, sunny day.

“Gill and I took the kids to Axel to the market. I bought dark glasses and had them cut to size of my glasses. We had ices, coffee and cakes in a café. Nancy came with us.”

The wintersun is mostly a blinding light, but sometimes it hits the wall just right. 📸

Oh, the excitement of finally seeing the white cliffs of Dover after the 5 hour crossing! It meant the fun was about to begin, because we loved every minute of each trip.

*from granny’s diary:

July 20 1980. Sunday. Rained all day until 4 pm.

‘I went to church at 10 am. Dick and I had a hot lunch. I went to Selsey to fetch Gill and the kids (T. fetched them from Dover). We had cold meat and salad. Great excitement having them here!’

I’m not sure how we got here so fast, but 19 it is my darling! ❤️🥂🤩