My beautiful Lucy...

Well this girl I just want to cuddle, she is so sweet! And of course when I finished her I just wanted my boyfriend to make pictures of her as soon as possible. So we did, and they are gorgeous! 

Check the pictures down below and adore her like I do!

Look at these guys!

This morning I was looking through some old pictures, and look what I found! Aren't they cute?! These are a group of egg warmers. 

On a sunday morning in the winter you could put them on your egg so it won't get cold while you are waiting for everyone else to join you at breakfast. Handy right? 

The ones in the pictures I made as a present for my boyfriends aunts birthday. And his mom wanted a group to, so for her I made them in a different color and with different beads on them. 

Very fun to make and easy!

Ruined Paintings

I still can't believe it... I just can't. I have no idea how someone can do this. Ok let me tell you what happened. I'll start at the beginning of my ow so wonderful day.

It was wednesday morning and I got of the train and walked to school. Not feeling all to great because of a little stomachache. I arrived and made a cup of tea for myself. While making some space to store my paintings in my own work shop, I wondered how my painting were doing. I had to store them for a while in the hallway because I had moved to another space last month.

I went to get my paintings and I noticed that they had been moved by someone, very strange. I started moving my painting to my own space, and something didn't feel right. I was missing 3 paintings! How can I lose 3 painting?! Very weird. So I went looking and asking everybody if they had seen something. A couple of students helped me look. We looked everywhere!

Then I found the frame of one of my paintings. There still was a bit of fabric around the edges and I could see someone tried to paint it over. Even the paint was wet. (now it was like a couple of hours later than when we started our search) We where looking now for someone who still was painting and just had a piece of the middle of the painting left. See picture. But I still kept wondering who could paint over someone else's painting?!

Then everything went very fast. Someone found the inside of what's left of the frame above in a trash-can! WOW, how did it get in there. Now this turned into a crazy detective story. Next we found the killer. A fellow student came to me and told me about a master-class student who just fits right in the description of the person we where looking for. I went over to him and just chatted about what he was making, while I was looking around his working space. And then I saw it, he was painting over my self-portrait! I immediately informed my mentor. She already knew that I was missing paintings and now I had found 2 of them. O my ... ! I was very upset and tears came down my face.

After I had calmed down, I did everything to prove my point. There was still a bit of my shoulder that I recognized and some paint on the side of the painting. The 'killer' denied it. He said he has nothing to do with it and that he bought those paintings in a store. How could he. He is an exchange student and maybe he doesn't understand, but how could he...?! He is so not telling the truth. Why? Everyone could see it. He let me take the painting to my own workspace and there I took the top layer of the painting. That was possible because I paint with acrylic and he with oil. He did though put an acrylic base layer on it before he started painting so I couldn't take all of it of. But with the magic of light I could see right through and saw my nose, my mouth and luckily I still had one ear.

But he still kept with his story of what happened. He now points at me of accusing him of doing something he didn't do. So he says! Pfff even the teachers, all of the students and my mentor believes me. But we just want to know why!!! Or how this misunderstanding could happen. I will never be able to get my paintings back, or at least those we found. And we really want to know were the last painting is.

This was to much for me. It was getting dark outside and I wanted to go home. This day I had done nothing I had planned to do. All I had tried to do was finding my paintings and doing everything to get them back. I had a huge headache and was very tired. My body felt like I had used every muscle and even the ones I didn't know they exist. They all where hurting very much, and so I went to bed very early that day. And the next day also.

This was one true story that wasn't very funny.

These are the paintings I have lost...