Lightening Up

It is still very cold in Vienna, -4°C in the morning. But the sun is present. And SS2011 fashion is around, too.

This corner of Vienna is a quite windy corner. Can you see the wind whirling the canvas blind?

Sights like these, moments like these, photos like these make me happy. A pinch of sailboat, quite timeless, imagining Audrey H. ...

Maybe a poor imitation of spring in the concrete jungle of the city. Still pleasing.

Today I discovered a new favourite: sunlight reflecting from a window on a facade. Through the windows vis a vis the sunlight transforms into a spotlight, and produces a special light-effect.
Those spotlights are not easy to find, I will keep my eyes open.

Sunlight reflected from the house vis a vis on the facade of the Albertina (museum)
(this is not the main entrance)

This is my 2nd spring blogging. The tulips are still wide asleep in the flower beds. April 20, really, does it take so long for spring to arrive?

Exciting news: Mr Paula will take a ride with his Vespa to the other end of the city today after work and pick up my ultimate, genious food processor tonight and bring it home. I can tell you, I did quite some research prior to buying it. I even visited a store only to listen to the different machines (reviews on amazon say, the only downside is the noise of the machine). Well, compared to all the other processors I listened to, mine sounds so nice. Almost elegant. This morning, before leaving the house, I cleared the area for the machine on the worktop in the kitchen. My mum might be concerned. All the excitement over a kitchen machine? On International Women's Day? Could this be even called a Backlash!?

390 nights, 390 mornings

For the last 3 years we have been waiting for this construction-site to begin. It is the building across the street, a former factory, mosque and sounds-studio will be transformed into Bobo-chique-lofts. The sign on the wooden board attached to the fence says: 01.03.2011 - 30.03.2011

13 months, 390 nights, 390 mornings. 25 lofts.
You can already tell by the dirty pavement: it is going to be a dirty job. And a noisy one. I know my friends for the early morning hours: ear plugs. Mr Paula is truly amazed how I sleep through the noise in the morning.

25 lofts will be sold, which equals approx. 50 new neighbours in our street, a street without neighbours so far, because the building has been empty for years. I think I might not mind the change at all. Though we will lose our open view, 2 storeys will be added on top of the building vis a vis. I am willing to trade the view for a new view. A different view, the view providing expensive Bulthaup kitchens and huge flat screens. There will be plenty of posh people to watch in the evenings, hopefully without curtains. When Mr Paula and I renovated our appartment last year, one of the things I took care of were curtains. Because I am not sure, if I want to offer views in return.

A Pistachio Paste Worth 300 EUR or Compulsive Behaviour

What is it, that fixes me on something that was of no importance before and all of a sudden my whole world seems to turn around this:

A Food Processor. I need it. I don't want to live without it. Why?

The sudden need for a food processor actually came a long way: it started with my desire for a kitchen machine until I found out I love to mix with my small hand mixer and lots of different bowls. I don't want the large kitchen machine that comes with a 3 or 4 litre bowl and then I would need exactly those bowls because the machine does not accept other bowls ... not a good idea. But the Food Processor of course would be somehting totally different. I noticed the Food Processor can do things, I can't with any of the appliances I own so far. For exampe turn pistachios into a pistaccio paste. For the price of 300 EUR.


... all of a sudden my whole world seems to turn around this:

Velvet Hangers. I want all my hangers in the cabinett to look alike. Though my clothes don't. Why those hangers?

I don't own a TV set and watch no TV shows. I know thoses hangers are on heavy rotation on home shopping channels on television. I have lived happily with ordinary hangers for decades. I don't really support the idea of extra slim hangers, because the fabrics will be wirnkled and crushed when you put too many hangers in your closet.

I can tell you, it is exhausting, developing a desire for something of no importance. Sometimes it can even cause a headache. Or sleepless nights. Mammamia!

I won't close without a happy ending:
Yesterday night Mr Paula and I had to prepare our appartment for the cleaning lady who visits us one time per month. The night before she comes (she shows up at 8am sharp) always meant some late night major action, putting away all the stuff so she can clean the sufaces and tops. Yesterday night all of a sudden it was such a quick and easy task, thanks to all the stuff I got out of the appartment over the last months.

Hello Adrienne! Thank you for following my blog. I love to take photos in Vienna and publish them on my blog. Today, March 3, it's still 0°C with snow flakes in the air. Please be patient, there will be lots of outdoor photos shown here soon.