Sunday, July 3, 2011
I wanted to write this post a while back but somehow at the end of the day after taking care of my one year old baby girl; the only thing I want to do is lay on the sofa and read a book. I am currently reading the Bell Jar; a good book but kind of dark.
The rhubarb cake was a success. I did not get enough rhubarb and only had 2 cups. Definitely 4 cups is the way to go as the recipe is mentioning. I wished I had known someone who wanted rhubarb cake as we had to much left other and couldn't eat it all. What a pity! If you end up making this cake, let me know how it went.
Have a great Sunday!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
I remember my mum telling me that life is a theater and no matter what be stolz (proud in German).
I remember my mum getting ready for the day doing her nails with one of her favorite shade of red and having in the drawers in the powder room hundreds of different shades of red of lipsticks in the apartment where she used to live.
I also remember that she liked her steak rare and when I told her that I like mine more well done, she put it back in the pan relunctantly. We used to go to a steakhouse Churrasko in Geneva quite often. I could see that she was looking forward to get her steak fix.
I remember walking down the streets of New York, 5th avenue, probably, my mum holding my hand tightly and then I got a badge Miss Piggy for President.
My mum used to do the brushing on my hair to perfection almost a la Nana Mouskiri and dressed me with ruffle blouse and corderoy pants and square heeled shoes.
She put me on skies at a very early age and very proudly she remembered till this time when I came back home with a gold medal. She was so proud of me. Every Wednesday on my day off of school, I used to take a bus with other kids and spent the whole day skiing in the mountains.
Thank you mum for loving me so much and bringing style in my life. I love you too, always will.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
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Thursday, September 23, 2010
I love Madonna since the age of 11. She is a great artist. I love her.
I can watch this movie over and over again. I love the music so much. It really speaks to me.
I remember; my mum had a poster of Degas in the guest bedroom and I always loved those ballerinas not knowing it was Degas.
Sean Connery is the best Bond. Nobody can replace him.