It still hurts too much.
I've tried but...
She'll stay unfinished...
When I started this painting I was full of hope that she would overcome it...
We have a gig in November and I deleted her songs from the set list...
I can't do this...
It still hurts too much.
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The big Blogger problems killed my post from Thursday, about 20 of your wonderful comments and my new design.
I posted the lost post again and renewed the design again but I'm sad about what happened.
Last night I asked myself if it's maybe a sign that means that I should stop this or something...that it's not only a coincidence that this happened on this special date...
You know, I sometimes believe in signs because I had some really severe misfortunes in my life, so...
I know, it's only a blog but it means so much to me.
I found friends here, wonderful persons that I hardly could meet in real life, because the world is so huge and often the person you really like, who understands you and is perfect to be your best friend lives on the other side of the globe...
This Italian tomcat made me smile when he met our poodle in Cattolica.
Horatio was really scared....*G*
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It's my blog's first birthday today!
It started on 12. May 2010.
OMG. Time is running!
So, here are some of my favourite posts from the very beginning... :-)
I was so proud that they posted it.
With THIS comment *LOL*.
"OMG! Super geil! Here's possibly the coolest lady ever to have been on the What You Wore blog. She's Joe (cool name). She's from Germany (cool country). And she's got a blog (which is pretty cool). And if her cool t-shirt reads "Adore Joe" then (1) I want one and (2) it's very good advice. http://joeparthur.blogspot.com"
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And I always wanted a video with my art on YouTube.
... and so happy about the comments you wrote me when I was away.
:-)))
We came back by car with my parents and, to be honest, it was not as comfortable as the train ride.
17 hours, 4 persons, 4 suitcases, 2 bagpacks, 5 bags, 1 camera bag, 1 tripod, a dog bed and a poodle in a Mercedes wagon.
Due to lack of space I had my camera and my vanity bag on my lap.
But, let's go back in time and let me show you the first package of photos and videos.
THE JOURNEY TO ITALY.
Train one: My place to Bremen Central Station.
Train two: Bremen to Hannover.
Train three: Hannover to Munich (see video below).
Train four: Munich to Bologna.
I don't even know why I did this video...maybe because, after a long night in a train, I was both tired and full of adrenaline what seems to be a very dangerous mixture as it causes this kind of severe stupidvideomakingmania *LOL*.
ITALY - DAY ONE.
Five minutes after arrival and video: ON THE BEACH!
And finally in the evening: A welcome party for me with a grand display of fireworks on the beach! *lol*
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It won't be easy but I think I'll be back on Saturday, 29th.
When I'm there I always want to stay forever.
I don't sympathize with all of my friend's views but it's true: Most Italians are extremely stylish good looking.
That's why about 80% of my suitcase's content is photo equipment.
Yes, also my tripod.
And both lenses.
A remote release? I'm not sure... *LOL*
My on-the-road-hairstyle.
Coming soon: The LADY GAGA HAIR BOW (triple version) *LOL*
I made this photo to show you how I feel since a couple of weeks.
Too much coffee, far too little sleep, way too much work and no time to tell you how happy I am about your messages, e-mails and comments, my dear blogger-friends.
But it's temporary.
Will be better soon.
I promise.
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Painting Amy's eyes gave me the idea to paint mine.
No, I didn't do this with watercolors.
A nice woman at the beauty shop convinced me that when I'm able to do this on paper I'll definitely succeed on my face too.
So I bought some Perfect Definition Mascara and a felt tip pen called Long Lasting Liquid Liner (what a literary-sophisticated name!) and prayed to God to make me look exactly like Amy.
Some of you know that I never, NEVER paint my face, therefore I don't think that it's perfect but I tried really hard. :-)))
Sorry for the scary pic.
I know, I look like the girlfriend of a vampire.
I'm a carnivore.
I SWEAR, I tried to change it!
Without success...
It's a very long time ago but I was vegetarian for about 7 years.
I lost my hair (and had to cut the rest of it),
I was ill 25 times a year,
I had no muscles,
I was extremely underweight,
I got anemia and my doctor told me that he's sorry to say but being vegetarian isn't good for some people.
And I seem to be one of these.
When I posted this months ago I disappointed and hurt some vegetarians, vegans, animal welfarists...
I'm DEEPLY SORRY for this.
I love vegetarians, I have a huge PETA-poster above my sleeper and my heart wants to be vegetarian but my body fails.
It took me many weeks to find a proper way to say sorry for my misbehavior and heartlessness.
I can't believe it's me.
My hair was black.
It's getting lighter and lighter since then.
And I hated that haircut.
I got it by mistake from a hopeless haircutter.
My very first cell phone!
And floppy disks!
The newest ones aren't, but these photos are all edited.
Superedited.
Very extremely edited.
Because in those times my face was covered with pimples.
All over.
I looked like a pizza with olives.
My squirrel.
Living in the tree in front of the window where I'm drawing and working.
Meanwhile, I know her schedule exactly.
She's eating 18 nuts per day.
She's climbing up and down the tree 29 times per day.
She looses her nut two or three times per day while climbing.
She's friends with the wannabe model cat and watches her performance on the catwalk twice a week.
My city is a friendly city.
Live and let live.
