Sorry for the late delivery, but DHL had a delay because of the harsh weather conditions.

Cindy gave in to temptation and ordered one of Auntie Quins magenta negligés.
It came in a box with matching slippers, nail polish and bows.

I must say, this color is indeed very flattering.

 

 

#7 Auntie Quin talks Quins

We just were discussing, if we should put the book of rare beasts onto the scanner to show you the subspecies of the Quinacrodurus Aerius, Eva had shown earlier, when the door bell rang.
It was already quite late and we didn’t expect any guests. The streets were empty because of the icy rain, which had come down earlier in the day. I sent Cindy to the door to open, while I poured another round of steaming hot tea for the two of us.

I could hear her excited voice in the hallway. „Petra“, she squeaked, „you have to come and see who is here.“ I stepped into the hallway and couldn’t believe what I saw. There was standing a lady just wearing a gauzy dress, which wasn’t appropriate for the weather conditions at all.

But once you have carried pink clouds home from the seaside, your start getting unflappable. Slowly I found my tongue. I tried to be kind and wanted to introduce myself.
„Petra“, Cindy leapfroged me, „this is Auntie Quin. Auntie Quin, this is Petra, my flatmate.“

I asked her into the kitchen, where the tea got cold. I had to sit down. Auntie Quin hauled a massive suitcase into the kitchen and found her seat as well.
„Tell me Auntie, what are you here for?“, Cindy was jazzed. „What lovely dress you have put on for your visit, but isn’t it a bit breezy for tonight?“ I didn’t know, that Cindy could talk so sober. Then Auntie Quin started telling us one of the stories, you won’t forget.
But lets condense it for you.

We learnt in the next few hours not only that she had had an accident just around the corner because of the ice and her beloved sportscar was a total loss, but also we found out, what she was carrying around in her suitcase.
Auntie had been on the way back home from a party and had remembered that her favorite niece was living not far. So she had taken her belongings and had found us in record time.

Where I want to go in detail a bit more is, what happened, when she expounded her extraordinary outfit. She had been to a special party, something like a tupper party, she said. And then she opened up her suitcase and showed us her purchase of the evening.

„Those dresses are just gorgeous, very vibrant, almost glowy, the underwear glows right through, fantastic transparency. I’m loving the quinacrodon line. They just started adding the purple I wear tonight, I instantly fell in love with it.“ Now Auntie Quin got carried away.
„Just let me show you some more. I have three others garments with me today.
This is the magenta just right out of the box.“ Cindy was still with her, but I wasn’t interested any more and wished them a good night. I retired as polite as I could.
I don’t know, how long they were sitting there together discussing tranparency and glowiness.
Cindy will let me know about more details, that’s for sure.

 

 

02.01.2017 (German date)

I must say, it wasn’t the best idea to leave the bathroom window open all night. When I entered the bathroom to have a nice soothing hot shower, it was already full up. I know, that we live quite high up in the north, but I didn’t expect a shower guest like him enjoying a bubble bath produced by Cindys latest aquirement.

 

 

In the next few days I will take you back to the beginning of this year. Have fun with our flatshare diary from the last three and a half months.

This year I attend another year long class with Carla Sonheim. This years class is called 365 phew!. Every morning we get a creative inspiration to keep our art brain busy around the day. Perfect to keep us in our flatshare creative!

For the first story I take you back as far as to the third day of this year.

03.01.2017

Cindy and I just came back from a short trip to the North Sea to find you all being busy with pink clouds and polar bears.
We had spent about a handful of greyish days at the amazing beach of St. Peter Ording in Northern Germany ( just for the locals around us, who might know where it is). It was as stormy, rainy, greyish, cold, dark and unpleasant as it can get around this time of the year. We experienced some of the days when you even cannot make out different shapes of clouds. You might know what I am talking of, if you are not one of the poor things suffering of the heat wave in Australia right now.
I have to admit that I got a bit depressed by the scene outside our apartment window. So sitting warm and cozy on the sofa was my first and only choice.
Cindy is a bit differrent from me as some of you might know by now. She was kind of immune to that kind of weather and was still in very good spirits ( after recovering from her bad cold) and started off to town for a stroll through the boutiques and fancy stores, St. Peter Ording had on offer.
You might call it a funny coincidence, but seeing Carlas video #1 today, I just couldn’t believe what I saw. Is Carla following Cindys life? Or why does Cindy so very often come up with ideas, which match Carlas prompts perfectly?

But let’s take one thing at a time. The day just had turned from dark grey into dark black, when the door bell rang. Why didn’t Cindy just use her key? I shuffeld to the door and opened it.

And there she was! Standing out there in the dark dark rain beaming. “Look, Petra, what I got from the shop in town. Isn’t it lovely, I couldn’t resist that fantastic offer. Take three get one free!!!!” She tried to manoeuver her leashed clouds into the hallway. “Cindy, you can’t be serious. The clouds stay outside”, I tried to take a firm line with her. But she had made her mind up already. The floor in the landing was soaking wet in a second.”I will keep them in the bathroom, Petra. Don’t worry.” She sliped into the bathroom and pegged them onto the towel radiator. “We have to keep the windows wide open and the heating down, Petra. The shop assistent had pointed out, that the clouds like it cool and fresh.” Cindy tore the window open and a torrent of cold wet rain poured into the bathroom.
She jumped back into the hallway and shut the bathroom door with a loud bang.

Well, I could bore you with more details of that evening, but you will have scrolled to the next post by now anyway.
Just a last picture for you:
Have you ever brushed your teeth standing under your umbrella in your own bathroom, while three pink clouds float right under the ceiling, the roaring wind pushing them around?

And thanks Carla for Eric Booths words. So good to know that I am not lunatic but only creative. ( I was wondering about it not only once last year, while writing down my adventures with Cindy).