Sunday, 18 November 2012

Changes, I hate it, it hurts because it makes my body in a kind of cramp through stress.But I have to see life as sea of changes, a very natural proces, nothing to be afraid of just as simple as changing your point of view.Life (me) is nothing but changing.......
Veranderingen, eigenlijk wil ik ze niet, het levert stress op, stress verstrakt alles, stress doet pijn. Als ik veranderingen zou kunnen zien als een natuurlijk proces dat bij het leven hoort, iets waar ik niet bang voor hoef te zijn, als iets dat net zo simpel is als je aandacht op iets anders richten, dan zou die zee van veranderingen die onherroepelijk doorgaat niet wezensvreemd maar gewoon een onderdeel van mij zijn.

Friday, 9 November 2012

Duska Vrhovac ........LJUBAV


Ako je patnji zaista kraj
tek kada nova patnja dođe,
ako o ljubavi saznamo više
tek kada ljubav prođe,
kada presahne, izgubi se,
onda se samo ono što boli,
što je uzalud bilo – voli.

If it is true that suffering ends
only when new pain descends,
if love is only clarified
in heart and mind when love has dried,
withered, lost itself, and died,
then we merely love what caused us pain
and all we loved, loved in vain.


Als het waar is dat lijden pas eindigt
als een nieuwe pijn ontstaat
als we pas ervaren wat ware liefde was
als die liefde niet meer is
en uitgeblust, zichzelf verliest,
dan beminnen we alleen de oorzaak van de pijn
en wat we ooit beminden, beminden we vergeefs.

(c) Duška Vrhovac
Vertaling: Germain Droogenbroodt

Thursday, 1 November 2012

all souls day

let's think today of all people, known or unknown, who died this year....

webbies and friends in America......hope you're safe after devastating Sandy!
not only people there who suffer, lets think of the animals too!
Beautiful post here........

monday I had a little stroke , not bad but I forget lots of things. So if I made a promise please help me remind.....

Saturday, 27 October 2012

What a strange creature fear is.

it only exists when there is resistance
to its existence.

Maf hè, angst is er alleen maar als je bang bent....

Monday, 17 September 2012

Friday, 7 September 2012


it makes me crazy
I hear grumbling ...mopperen.....

Klaproos asks me for years, Jude even writes a post about it, Solitude can't leave comments


from now on you'll see moderation if you react

I really have to protect my blog because I have to check if you don't have russian brides or viagra pills on sale for me.
Don't you have this problem?
From now on you can leave reactions without searching in the derry above, I'll unwrap the package and look what you see.....
 clear reactions....

Friday, 31 August 2012

catching the moment

I try to be alert and awake by catching the moment and enjoy it. Catching the moment means creating space in my head, it let the turmoil of thoughts stop. The picture from the silk cloth, points out that soon, the online class from Jude Hill starts.
Working the Jude Hill way with  patches, dyed the India Flint way. Or maybe something totally different because I've loads of little felt pieces which can work miracles too. Working this way is, to be aware what you do without criticisms. If you don''t expect anything, just having fun working, miracles happen. Never ending space opens in those moments. I'm going to try to stay alert and awake if I notice my mind is drifting away to other places than the cloth I'm working on!

                                               CATCHING THE MOMENT

Friday, 17 August 2012

not the smartest.....

 I love to lay in bed in the evening, watching tv and stitch my blanket. The blanket I sleep under.
Sleep under work in progress......

do you see the holes?

I need another blanket for sleeping and patch the holes in this one.
Oh it was such a luxurious feeling to sleep under this coloured by nature silk one....

Friday, 10 August 2012

no photoshop....rain!!!!!

 no photoshop....rain!!!!

But it's good wheather to stitch while thingking about love, about the act of  love which is able to let go. About love that is so great that it gives space for a loveone that is going to die. To be able to's good...go...                                                                    

Saturday, 4 August 2012


What's feeling safe?
 Working at your uncertancies.     
 Searching for your own boundries.




Thursday, 2 August 2012

Leo snor

My neighbour Leo snor  (Leo Moustache...)died.
 A sudden death.
So so strange.
But for Blaf, one of my dogs it was clear.
Before we knew Leo passed away, Blaf knew, she always stopped by his house to receive a cookie, now without even looking she walked her walk.

I wish Marion and Leo's children lots of strength in their sadness.

Thursday, 19 July 2012


what a misery....
not the beautiful picture above.
A present from a facebook friend, but how facebook made me almost forget my blog.
My blog, where it all started,  my staying in contact with the world when I got disabled. My first webfriends, the wise words I got, the contacts that became "life"..... 
Webbies, I'm back.

Thursday, 12 July 2012

everything starts over again...

Lieve lieve Martine.....


je zusje,
wat ze voor je betekent weet jij alleen.
Je zegt het zelf zo mooi....

alles begint opnieuw   

for Martine

yesterday her sister past away...Martine said....everything starts over again...

Wednesday, 27 June 2012


De vogels zijn in de lucht verdwenen,
de laatste wolk drijft nu weg.
We zitten bijeen, de berg en ik,
totdat alleen de berg nog over is.

The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.

Colorado...we think about you

Saturday, 23 June 2012


Can I write  about last weeks?  I decided to do this because if it helps only one person in the world, I did the right thing. If you read this blog longer than today, you know I'm bi-polar. It's  difficult for the people who love me, because they see a happy Yvette when I'm very sad. The sadder the happier. In the  revalidation team is a psychologist who found me strange. If  you know me, you know I'm always a little strange, funny, chaotic, always in for a joke, a new adventure.... well .... a little strange. She ( the psychologist) put me aside for a talk. A couple of questions made it clear , that I was close to loosing contact with reality. Loosing contact with reality is in my case the cause of a severe death wish , and often I found myself in intensive care after a suicide attempt , not knowing what happened.

No cry for help as often is said.
An impulsive act from a disturbed person.

Please don't judge suicidal people
Do not think you are the cause of a suicide, if you lost someone


Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Please, try to love the distance between us.
Isn't it wonderful to see me as I am
Not distorted, not twisted.
Me, myself, I.

                                     Wat zou ik graag willen dat je leert houden van de afstand tussen ons.
                                     Wat is mooier dan mijn eigenheid te zien.
                                     Geen verwrongen, geketend mens.
                                     Ik, mezelf, mij.

closeup van eik/oak cloth under seawater

Thursday, 31 May 2012


where can YOU listen to your inner voice?
the sound of the really you
the moment intuition takes over

for me it's being in nature and playing with natures gifts

Friday, 18 May 2012

make fun out of fear

make fun out of fear or fear into fun

it's really  stupid because they are so beautiful, but I'm afraid of toads
actually i once saw a toad and WAS so  afraid that  I jumped up a table at a dinner in the garden
not being the slimmest person in the world there was "some" damage and total confusion with my guests
how I became there on the table,  I don't know, but panic does strange things with you
now if I look at a toad, I remember that dinner and start to giggle....
fun out of fear

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Just back from an appointment with the people taking care of my mother.
It was a good conversation, it made my worries diminish but my mother came sitting with us. She saw me entering the building, searched and found me.
She was angry I didn't call her to be present at the conversation, and later she start crying because I betrayed her by speaking behind her back.
If she couldn't trust me, who could be trusted. Her son, but he was at work. Why didn't Das correct me in speaking about her.
There is no necessity  to speak about her.
She sails between  everything (her words) so they don't see her and don't get mad at her.
Why Yvette, why do you spoil it for me here.
I love you so much and try to be good for you and now you do this to me...why?
she's so sad
I'm so sad

fucking disease (excusé le mot)

Monday, 7 May 2012


7 mei 1945
Noud's birthday.
Today you would be 67 years old...
Still missed
But also still close

Sunday, 29 April 2012

magic diaries

magic diaries

a never ending story of possibilities with cloth

quilting was my first love.
My first quilt was a 999 hexagon quilt with pieces of family cloth (pyjama of my grandfather, favourite dress of my grandmother, first friends red "boeren" hankie, etc etc (must make a picture although I have to repaire it )

When I started making felt, I thought it was love forever, also a never ending story of possibilities.
The journey goes on and on. On the pictures felt between 2 layers of natural dyed silk, mended, embroidered, extra patched with beautiful pieces of cloth, new quilt stitches, new applique methods learnt day by day in the magic diary class. How long it takes to finish?                   Does it matter?                                                                         

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

stop thinking..start playing

 I have to stop thinking, being afraid,  troubled, worried, sad, mad, feeling bad.

I have to live the moment..