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Color of the month: mushroom.

IMG_20170210_032115.jpgG9od morning

The color of the month is mushroom. Yes you read correct.It’s a grey-brown color with a hint of pink.

I have to be honest, for me when I think of mushrooms, I think of a rich butter, cream, garlic and black pepper sauce.

Even Salvador Dali won’t convince me it’s a color. Winston Churchill said”I cannot pretend to be impartial about colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and genuinely feel sorry for the poor br9wns.”

Botanically there is no difference between mushrooms and toadstools. They are both fungi Mushrooms are edible and Toadstools are mostly poisonous.

Cullinary we have the folowing range of mushrooms button, Shitake, Portobello, Cremini, Morel, Enoki, Oystet, Porcini, Matsutak, Wood fungus, Black Trumpet and Chanterelle.

Trades of the color softness, inviting, patience, tactile and loyalty.

Colors that go well with mushroom, natural greens and troutpink.

Today I suggest you have some mushroom sauce. Smell like garlic fomorrow. Or paint a mushroom, Today I share my mushroom color pages. Happy coloring.


The day after the funeral

1486622973789The day after the big goodbye.

I sat in church yesterday with people I care about and people I don’t know from Adam’s apple. We were there to say  goodbye get closure and move on.

The last place I would have  like to be was  there. I wanted to be home surrounded by my art supplies. A strong cup of coffee, but no my sense of duty and resposibilty  dragged me to church. The family said come early the church will be packed.

Well got to church 1/2 hour before the servise would begin. The doors were still locked,  only a few cars and the funeral car was there. Maybe more people would  come. I didn’t want to be there with a few people, then I would be forced to make small talk and I hate small talk.

Suddenly my black shoes that I bought a few years ago irritated me, its not walked in and all I could think about was getting home taking them of and walking barefooot.

The pastor entered and so started the formalities. Singing hymes to slow. Reading from Psalms 131:1-3. I have read it before so nothing new for me. Then a intresting fact is brought up the hight of Jerusalem above sea level and hight of Jericho above sea level.( Mental note go a check the facts on google,  I might even find some more intristing facts.)

Then the service ended with my cousins daughter is reading a letter to her mom. Not a dry eye in the house and lots of sniffing. Time to get out, but I am not the only one that wanted to escape, the door is blocked by slow moving strangers.

Next is the dove release and flower troughing on the casket. Since I learned a few years ago that the practice of troughing flowers on a casket is for the god Hades, I refrain from doing it but if the other mourners wanted to do it and it gives them peace I don’t mind watching. ( Just hope nobody saw me not doing it because I know my family, they will think I don’t care for my cousin.)

Finally the last tradition I hate the coffee and cake. The reason I hate this, is because every time we have a funeral my mom who is a great baker has to bake something. Nobody ever thinks that the last thing she wants to do, is stand infront of a stove while her heart is breaking. Luckily this time they got a local catering company to do the cakes.

I love coffee but in the small hall, even the coffee tastes unpleasant. The cakes doesn’t tickel my taste buds so I will gave it a skip.

Finally time to leave, my mom lingerd while greeting. I greeted as if I had some place to be because I didn’t have more words to sooth the mourner’s.

We stopped at the nearest KFC because suddenly we were hungry. We discussed the funeral and the hard times that awaits them.

Conclusion my family are defenatly not perfect and they are very focused on there lives and making money. I am different I care about other things that don’t interest them. But to color a picture you need all the pencils.








The color for sport.


fb_img_1486523315626Morning from sunny South Africa.

I don’t think we can all agree on the color for sport because it’s about the team you support.

In South Africa we have 3 dominant sports Soccer, Cricket and Rugby. If I have to choose a favourite it would be rugby our national teams colors are green and g9ld and they are called Springboks.

The Springboks had a few glory years with the peak in 1995 when they won the Rugby world cup. They won the world cup once again in 2007.

I dont think in my life time will they win another world cup. The reason for this is bad coaches, quota sistems and money. Our best players are poached by France and England. We even have some players that play in Japan. The pride that players used to have playing for the national team, has been replaced by the color of money.

This week one of South Africa’s most famous scrumhalves, Joost van der Westhuizen died at the age of 45. What a courage guy he fought a motor neuron diseases for the last 7 years. He couldn’t walk for the last few years.

Saturday they will have a memorial for him at Loftus Versfeld stadion in Pretoria.  Loftus seats about 50 000 people and I think it will be packed.

Yesterday a call went out that we should all wear our green and gold rugby shirts. I got mine on and was surprised to see people all over in green and gold.

Before I leave I would also like to refer to one more rugby player Jhona Lomu the great all black, in 1995 World cup he was the most feared player and the Springboks had there work cut out to keep him from scoring. Jhona was a giant. He also passed away a few years ago I think he was only 41.

So today a big shout out to our sport players thank you guys for playing your hearts out and making us proud winning or losing.

The photo I share is Jhona and Joost.



What is in the box?

1486371580738Good evening

Nearly a month ago Mrs Trump walked to the White House with a blue box. Everyone wondered,  what was in the box. Speculation a photo frame, a tray ect.

Today I had to pack 3 sympathy gift boxes. My cousins funeral is in two days. I want to give one to her 72 year old mom, one to each of her children, they are teens.

First visit Pintrest browse through all the ideas. Then browse the internet for ideas. Last but not least go to there Facebook pages to see what they like. Try to get info from family about there favourite chocolates and colors.

Then a mad dash to the mall with a head full of ideas, you find a frame that’s perfect then you don’t find a box for the frame. Find a smaller frame now the box has space for extra stuff. What do you add chocolates, candel, bath goodies One down two more to go. Next shop note book, pen, coloring book with positive quotes, more chocolates more bath stuff and candels.

Last box for a 17 year old teenage boy. I am stunnend because I thought something would catch my eye and I would be done. Well nothing popped up so I scramble to the health shop get some nuts, dried fruit, honey, energy bars and more chocolates.

Rush home pack the gift boxes, take photos send it to everyone that contributed. Now starts the second quesing, will a young man like a box of goodies? What does he really need? I cannot take away his pain, I cannot cheer for him  at his matric farewell like his mom would have done. I cannot cheer like his mom when he gets his driver license. I think of all the milestones were he will be longing for his mom. Will this box help or am I just soothing my own awkwardness about his mom’s passing.

Will his sister like the coloring book for adults? Will it be paged trough and tossed aside? Will she light the coconut candel, will the aromo be something she likes? What will she wright in the notebook? Will she see the pen has a postive religious message? Will she use the showergel or will she think what was my aunt thinking?

What will my aunt think of the photo frame? Why does her box feel so empty?

I explored all they could say about the boxes. I gave myself a pat on the back, smelled the candels once more and now the gesture of goodwill is done.

The box will never fill the void they are feeling but for one minute they will be exited about the possibilities that box contain.

I love people’s reactions when they open a box. In my proffesion 99% of the time they smile. That smile I save to my memory bank for days when I feel helpless or confused.

Pack a box today, even if its only to see the puzzeld look onlookers have at the sight of the box. Pack a box because you love someone. Tomorrow might be to late.






Color of death and depression: Black

We loaf or love this color. Love because nothing inp9wers you like a black dress or black pearls. Loaf because it drags you to dark places. The worst dragger is death and depression.

Death and mourning magnify emotions, selfishness and regret a 100 times. Nobody’s pain are suddenly as important as our own. I recently read a quote ”  we cry at a funeral not for the person that died but for our own loss, because we gain responsibility”.

We lash out at friends and family when we mourn and if they dare to give advise, we respond by saying they are unsympathetic. They retreat and we are to ashamed to apologise and this lead to more isolation in our pain. You also get those family members, when you talk about your pain they always experienced it much worse.

I am going to a funeral in a few days. I will not be wearing black.   ( my mom nearly had a fit when I told her I will be wearing my red dress). The red dress is my way to say I am passionate about life and death will not drag my happines away.

I am going yo leave the funeral as soon as I can. Take Daizy ( my Jack  Russel) for a brisk walk. Indulge in some Black Forest cake, a strong cup of Java, a long shower, spray some (a lot)  of expensive parfume. The next day I will watch the sunrise. I will seek out the things that make me happy.

When I die I don’t care what they do or say. At least nobody will say I was a comformotist. What I will care about is the crowd in hevan celebrating my arrival.

Go now and do someting you like.Even better do something that scares you. Remember we own black and not the other way around.




Go out and do the things you are passionate about.

Last night I started this new colorpages, just after  I packed up the phone rang at 22H10 my cousin just had a heart attack and passed away. Christell use to tell me she loved to paint but she struggled to find time for her hobby. I told her, you must make time for yourself, if you don’t you disrespect yourself.

I dont know if she took my advise to hart. I hope she did.

When we meet again, we will have all the time in the world to create some art.

Me and my sister talked about her passing this morning , we both reinforced the idea that we should not keep putting the things we want to do on the back burner.

So go out and do the things you are passionate about. The housework, dust, dishes and boring things will still be there tomorrow.

Today’s blog I dedicate to my cousin Çhristelle Engelbrecht Viljoen,died age 52 1/2/2017.