To give up or not. That's the question

You didn't think I already gave up blogging, didn't you? No I do try to blog. But my little boy still doesn't sleep and the only thing that seems to work is walk, walk walk. But today I finaly managed to post this teastain. And that's it...little boy is awake again.

hamster looking for a butterfly

I know: you've missed me.

But there is a little boy living in my house. Only three months old. And when he needs attention, this magigian turns herselve into a mum and takes care of that little boy. So that's why there was no new blog. But there was tea. And there was also time to put them on a piece of paper.

So new tea-stains have appeared. You'll have to believe me about that. I cant't show you yet, because that little boy I was just talking about...looks like he doesn't want to go to sleep today either.

Anyway...when I swung my magic wand over the previous stain, it became a hamster.

When I repeated the proces that little butterfly appeared again. Hmmm... wonder wat he wants from me, turning up on every drawing.

Another stain

Another day, another cup of tea (earl grey), another stain. And maybe tomorrow another fairytale aswell.

more then an owl

When this magigian looked again at the stain she saw something she had missed previously. So she repeated her magic spell and...a butterfly appeard.

To the owl, it was a SWEET butterfly. I don't now if something exist like a bitter butterfly (I've only eaten grasshoppers). Anyway...for the owl the butterfly was a sweet thing.

I am not sure whether the owl did eat the butterfly or that they became friends. Maybe this 'll become clear in the future.

the magic trick

In fairytales, there often is a magigian. In this case that's me.

I swung my magic wand (my pencil that is) over the stain, mumbeling THE magic spell. Obviously I can not reveal the exact words here. Otherwise it won't work the next time. But anyway, it worked: there was no more stain.

Instead there was an owl.

and there was a piece of paper...

In the beginning there was tea. Then there must have been a teabag aswell, you might think.

Well, you're right. Here it is:

For some peculiar reason the teabag ended up on a piece of paper.

Then, one day, somebody removed that teabag from that piece of paper. It left a stain there.

 

Or not...

In the beginning ...

In the beginning there was tea (Magic Dreams to be exact)...