worn

My great-grandparents

drifting

The biggest wish, the white rabbit ever has had, is to fly. He thought, he could use his ears as wings, but that didn't work. He had almost given up, when the bluebird told him, there was a balloon in the field. "So what?" he said. "Come with me, and you'll be surprised", the bluebird said.

And he sure got surprised! The bluebird told him how to start, and soon he was drifting in the sky. "I was wrong," he said, "you bumblebee can fly allthough you really are to heavy - and now I can fly too!"

"In the land of the grassman and his friends nothing is impossible," the bluebird said, "and not everything is what it seems to be". The white rabbit smiled a big, big smile and wawed with his ears.

craving

"You look sad," the water-butterfly said to the white rabbit. "Yes, I can't eat more carrots - will you help me?" "Butterflies can't eat carrots," the water-butterfly says, "sorry."

"Oh no, so many excellente carrots will be wasted", the rabbit said. The butterflies flew up, up and away.

unfold

The book closed - and unfolded.

adapt

The Grassman had a nightmare: somewhere in the middle of nowhere he is adapted in a balloon not able to breath. There are no trees, no grass - no life at all.

In the morning he woke when his girlfriend kissed him. It was only a nightmare, thank God. "I'm so happy," he said to her. "Here are you, here is the grass - here is life". His girlfriend smiled.

cracked

a whole cracker and a cracked cracker

contagious

The white rabbit wishes, that flying would be contagious - he would like a lot to fly with his ears as vings.

He is so busy looking at the bluebird, that he doesn't see, that one thing is contagious - the ladybird. It's a very speciel kind of ladybird, I think.

contained

With a little help from magic the bluebird did the impossible - he gathered some snowflakes into a glass-container, and they are not melting. The sheep is very, very happy - she loves snowflakes, and now she can see them at summer too.

(It's the same illo I used at CANNED)

resolve

I really don't like new-years-resolutions. But - I have found this sketch from 23. september 2007! I promise myself to finish the illo - or decide not to finish it.

I shall resolve something more: Is it sunrise or sunset?

clandestine

similar again

The women above are not similar allthough they look so, if we don't look at the color of their eyes.

But why must the eyes be (nearly) the only difference, when she isn't at home?

similar

2 similar bluebirds are flying in the sky, looking down to 2 similar porcupines - they think.

They are not quite similar - the one to the right is Porcu, and she is always a bit worried and shy. At the left is her good friend, Porcupy. He is (nearly) always happy - and sometimes he makes Porcu happy too.

pretend - again again

Here in my blog I pretend I'm a girl in blue dress, always happy, wawing to the world recognizing funny, touching and crazy things in life. And I pretend, I've lots of self-irony.

In real life I'm sad, happy, depressed, crazy, caring, naive, stupid, self-ironic, enthusiastic, afraid, angry, grateful, quiet, noisy, peaceable, blue, red and green :-) (And many more things, I don't remember just now).

In my soap-bubble the world is smaller and more simple. Therefore, I think, it's possible to see the funny, touching and crazy things in our bigger world.

I love playing here - and yes, I think I'm being wiser when I look at the world with "soap-bubble-glasses".

pretend - again

Porcu pretend, she's a pile of autumn-leaves -

pretend

The grassmann pretends he is sleeping - it's only one eye, which is closed. In danish we say, we are sleeping as a fox, "fox sleep" - a sleep to cheat fx one's parents.

Late

- far too late!

memories

Last week I was at Crete. It was like a very hot fairytale - beautiful island and tasty food. What a lovely place!

I want to come here again - I have only good memories from Crete.

detach

If a pixie cap could feel, the stribed cap would feel alone and detached from his snowman.

But a pixie cap can't feel anything - or can it?

moon

here is my man in the moon :-)

canned

It's summer and the sheep is very happy. She loves snow, and most of all she loves counting the snowflakes, although it's very, very difficult.

Now she has found some canned snowflakes out in the field. "Now I can count the snowflakes," she said to the bluebird, "there are 23 or 25 flakes."