memory archive – day 36

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I’m keeping with the overall theme plants today, combining it with my reoccurring topic children’s art. This nature art, which was an activity in the school garden incorporated  an urge of many children, which is to go out, collect interesting objects and make something out of it. Continue reading “memory archive – day 36”

memory archive – day 34

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While sorting out some of our children’s books yesterday, I found a copy of a picture book classic. Some pages had been ripped out so, unfortunately, it has to go. I still remember how much I enjoyed looking at the illustrations, listening to the story and tracing the holes punched throughout the book when I was a child. And my own children liked The Very Hungry Caterpillar just as much. It is a good feeling when stories are passed down from generation to generation.

memory archive – day 33

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This is an image taken from the self-exam sheet that you receive when you renew your driving licence in Japan. It was my partner who had to do the renewal and before disposing of the examination sheet, I asked him if I could add it to the memory archive. For a foreigner living in Japan and who doesn’t speak much Japanese the renewal process is hilarious, I think.  Continue reading “memory archive – day 33”

memory archive – day 31

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Today I donated a bag of both store-bought and collected shells to my kid’s school. We’ve had a lot of them, much more than we could have ever used at home. The big, intact ones I got last summer from a 100 yen store. They sell those just during summertime, assuming that people want to give their homes a ‘beach holiday touch’, I guess. I got them for an art project I did at home with the kids. Something, I have to say, I do very rarely.  Continue reading “memory archive – day 31”

memory archive – day 30

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I think the first time that I drank Chinese flowering tea was in London either in 2008 or 2009. It was a time where one Asian Fusion restaurant after another seemed to open its doors and I must have had the tea at one of those places. I remember the beauty of the tea leaves unfolding and a flower rising out of the centre in slow motion.  Continue reading “memory archive – day 30”