


It's cold. Cold as in nightgown, socks, duvet plus blankets. I got three, nighties, all happen to be stripey - the purple one used to belong to my beloved and much missed grandmother, the others are from Kappahl and Marimekko.
The rosary on the wall once belonged to an Italian big mama, that cooked great food and had big flowery dresses. Or so I'd like to think at least. It's from a flea-market in Rome. There is something very special about rosary's - belief, love, dedication, calmness...
Maybe it will reflect some of it on my life, so it sits next to the bed. And tulips. My favourite flower. The smell, the beauty, the simplicity, the sound. And the promise of spring.