Die Murgleiter. 110 km Schwarzwald in 5 Tagen.

Wir haben das Jahr der Challenges.

Es ist natürlich nicht auszuschließen, dass das auch für unseren ganzen Planeten ein Jahr der Herausforderungen ist, aber das Jahr der Challenges im engeren Sinne gibt es nur bei uns zwei zu Hause. Wir haben es nämlich voriges Jahr als solches ausgerufen.

Dieses Jahr saßen wir dann an einem verregneten Abend in einem Bierzelt und guckten den Menschen aus verschiedenen Epochen der Geschichte zu, wie sie unter den dicken Regentropfen herumeilten, Schwerter oder Böttiche trugen, den Matsch da draußen auf unterschiedlichsten Sohlen bewältigten und auch sonst authentisch nach Mittelalterart zu wirken versuchten.

“Und wenn wir die Paddeltour auf später verschieben und erstmal eine Wandertour machen?”, rutschte es aus meinem biergeschmierten Mund. “Da gibt es doch die …. Mu- Murgtour. Nein, die Murgleiter. Die müsste doch in einer Woche zu machen sein.”

Und da wir an dem Abend zweistimmig beschlossen hatten, auf der Murgleiter zu wandern, änderten wir den Plan auch dann nicht mehr, als wir sahen, dass es 110 km sein werden, für die offiziell 5 Tage veranschlagt waren.

“So eine Wanderung habe ich noch nie gemacht.” gab ich zu. Mein Rekord waren 21 km an einem Tag und dann 7 Tage ganz schlimmes Aua, laut kundgetan “Aber wir schaffen das schon.” (Und wenn nicht, kann ich mich eventuell auf mein Sternzeichen ausreden – soll ganz modern sein, diese Masche; das war der Beitrag des Herrn Hintergedanks. Ein schlauer Bursche, wenn auch bisschen zu sarkastisch für meinen Geschmack.)

Was soll ich sagen, wir haben es geschafft. In sechs Tagen, weil wir einen Tag Pause einlegen mussten, da die Nacht zu heiß zum Schlafen wurde. Ansonsten wären es fünf geworden.

Und nichts ist, wie es war, denn die Frage nach dem nächsten Mal steht plötzlich ganz groß im Raum.

Dass Schwarzwald so ziemlich großartig ist, wussten wir aber schon davor. Und der Fernwanderweg “Die Murgleiter” ist aus vielen Gründen zu empfehlen: Er ist wunderschön, vielseitig, anstrengend genug und problemlos mit dem Zug (und Bus) zu erreichen, sodass man alle fünf Etappen ausschließlich mit Hilfe der öffentlichen Verkehrsmittel beginnen und abschließen kann. Mit bisschen Glück sieht man Feuersalamander, Füchse, Turmfalken, Rehe, Weinflaschen …







I have done it.

So I went to my client’s event and loved it. Every minute of it.

But the way there …

It all started at home, of course.

My two-weeks-ago-carefully-put-together outfit fell out due to one fact I had ignored when doing the sartorial maths. Luckily, I conjured the next outfit on the spot, as you would, and I still had enough time to check it out. Unluckily, the second outfit wasn’t good enough, either. I did tell you I had nothing to wear?!?!

Like in a fairy tale, it was the third outfit, born out of necessity (aka 5 minutes to go) that was good enough and made me feel well, so off I went.

Only to find myself in an old train half an hour later, wondering whether the 3 guys next to me were going to drink all that beer and what the strap of my brand new bag was doing down there. They didn’t, they were rather nice while sipping their beer, and the strap had gotten somehow detached from the bag – without my help.That something like this should happen!

So now what? What now so? Now what so?

Ahhh, my brain cell went, you have some safety pins in your kaputted bag – use them. So I did. The bag lasted till I made the first few steps in the small town I had been headed to.

Do you know Karstadt? It’s one of those warehouses that are going to be abolished because we all shop cheap things online these days (like bags). Anyway, there was a Karstadt near the venue I was headed for and they sold me a most lovely bag within minutes, made all the sympathetic noises while I told them about my stupid old bag, didn’t wince when I used their surfaces to empty the old bag and fill the new one and wished me a nice evening.

I threw away the old bag, what else and had myself a nice evening.

Heute: Darjeeling mit Fettaugen.


OOTD4. You Guessed It: To The Supermarket And Back.

While there’s Big Heat waiting for us as of this weekend, I’ve had many opportunities to play with Boys’ Toys (aka menswear) so far, our local supermarket being just the right kind of catwalk for that and the weather kindly obliging me by being simply cold and all kinds of indecisive.



So this is what you get if you put on Ha und Em exclusively, the only Ladies’ garment being the top: OOTD Nr. 4, no less. Can you imagine schlepping milk, flour and tomatoes in that? I knew you would 🙂

Now, excuse me while I edit my wardrobe to prepare for the summer before it’s too late and it disappears without me having as much as thought of a maxi skirt …

Xmas Snow Flakes

Snip, snap, went my scissors, a little bit here, a little bit there.

Tell me,” I said in a voice reserved for “This just occurred to me” conversation starters: “would you mind if I, you know, decorated our flat with a few paper snowflakes? Like … this one?”


“Naaa, you do as you wish, that’s OK.”

“Well …” The nearer I am to the critical point, the more I want to have it all behind me: “I’d like to stick them on windows. And you cleaned those not so long ago.”

“??? – That’s OK, just do it.”

So I did. Continue reading


Pa ne boš že zdaj, no. Prezgodaj je.

Res? Mal sem že pozabila …

Ja. Nima smisla, itak bo čez vikend vse drugače.

Ma se ne počutim dobro-

Ja jaaa, še več se bo treba gibati. Danes je itak tvoj športni dan.

Vsake toliko se vprašam, ali ne bi bilo bolje-

Glej, ne boš se zdaj na stara leta totalno pomehkužila!

Princip je princip, ali kako?

Točno tako. Ne pozabi na suho grlo in potenje.

Joj, pa res. Vsa presušena in prepotena pač ne morem delati. OK, bom še malo počakala s hajcungo.

Ne tega delat. Bljek.

Nasmeh mu izgine z obraza, previdno me pogleda in potem vseeno vpraša “Kaj pa je to?”

“Oh, paradižnikova omaka z rdečo peso in rdečim zeljem,” sem srečna. “Mogoče najprej poskusiš in če ti ni všeč, vzameš kaj drugega?”

Zdaj tudi jaz previdno gledam. Njegov obraz, lonec, njegov obraz, lonec …

“Ne, ne.” je vljuden in odločen, pravi moški pač: “Bo že.” 

Torej mu na krompir nabašem svojo na novo izumljeno omako, temno rdečo, s koščki rdečega zelja barve žameta, za vsak slučaj pa sebi odmerim večji delež.

Omaka je grozna. Tako grozna je, da je niti moja najljubša zelenjava, namreč kuhan krompir, ne more rešiti. Solim, dodajam sir, razmišljam, a bi pojedla do konca ali raje ne bi. Nič ga ne vprašam, kako kaj in te stvari.

Kmalu sta krožnika prazna. “Boš preživel?”

“Bom. Pod enim pogojem.”

“Da tega ne skuham nikoli več.”

Oddahne si: “Tako je.”

Postane me strah. Z zelenjavo sem bila namreč eksperimentirala že prejšnji dan, in sicer sem delala zelenjavni čips. Iz rdeče pese, kodrastega ohrovta, kolerabe in zelene. Ker pa sem vso to kulinariko zganjala med delovnim časom, se mi je vmes malce mudilo, zato pač nisem vsakega lističa zelenjave posebej položila na papir v pekaču, temveč so se rahlo prekrivali. Rezultat? Kup mokrih slanih krp za pomivanje z okusom zelenjave. Kolerabo sem vrgla v smeti, ker sem se še skoraj pravi čas spomnila, da sem dragemu svečano obljubila, da kolerabe NIKOLI VEČ ne bom kupila, kaj šele kuhala. Ostale vlažne krpice sem dala v hladilnik, do dneva, ko bom vedela, kaj z njimi.

Torej danes. Medtem ko sem kuhala bodočo obupno paradižnikovo omako (dragi moji, paradižnikovo omako totalno pokvarite tako, da ji dodate rezine rdečega zelja, kocke rdeče pese in zelene iz zamrzovalnika, da jo pozabite dovolj začiniti ali vsaj dodati smetano, pa še prehitro postrežete z njo, ker niste vedeli, da se rdeča pesa mora dlje kuhati), sem zelenjavne čipsove krpice od včeraj zmešala z lončkom ricotte, 2 jajcema, sezamom, mletimi mandlji in malce polnozrnate moke. Kar bo, pa bo. Zmes je bila roza barve, saj je rdeča pesa zelo prepričljivega značaja. Briga me: roza maso sem zakamuflirala s sončničnimi semeni in jo 30 minut pekla na 175 stopinjah.

“Res ne bom nikoli več,” mu obljubim, “hočeš malce zelenjavne pite?”

“A to so tiste krpice od včeraj? Raje ne.”

Tudi mene je strah. Kaj neki sem spet ustvarila?

Ugriznem in glej ga zlomka: zadeva je slučajno odlična. Oddahnem si.


A Shirt-To-Blouse Refashion

“It does look a bit like PJs,” I tease him for the umpteenth time within a few months since he’s bought himself this lovely blue striped shirt, “but I’d really love to lay my hands on it.”

This time he can’t take it any more: “OK, OK, you can have it.”

“Ooooohhh, thank you. You know what, get yourself a new one and let me pay for it.” Yes, I am ashamed of myself and yes, I am trying to bribe him.

Well, wouldn’t you? 😳


Hooked And Baited

Before leaving for London I had my hubby promise we wouldn’t be giving each other big Bday or Xmas presents, because it was wiser to spend the money in London, straight away 🙂

Well, I must say it was a good decision, especially since my “little” Xmas present was something I absolutely love! What I unwrapped on that day was a lovely Kindle hull with a corresponding lamp, but the real, big surprise came a few days later …

Since we weren’t really too healthy after the trip we stayed at home, waiting for the New Year’s Eve and … making things from silver clay. 😳 Both of us: I had thought He would want to have a go at it and he did.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. “But what exactly is it?!?”

“You’ll see. It’s a secret.”

Since I was busy keeping my silver bits from falling apart, I didn’t think too much about his secret, so I was utterly surprised when it turned out to be a present for me:


That’s right. That’s my new Kindle hull, adorned with a silver ornament, made before my very eyes 🙂

Things I made? Oh, I was just toying around:


I used a syringe to make these and it was easy, but it also had its stressy moments. We torched them on an outdoor gas grill we had bought for that purpose. And there’s a coin in this picture for you to see that I haven’t been splurging around, buying loads of silver and making huge statement pieces. 😳 Instead, I was a good girl, like I said I would 😆

Oh, and my silver bits were photographed on a script I will use to see whether I can learn enough to have a try at my darn exam in March. I did hand in the proscribed homework (I had written it on Xmas day) and I know how to do the derivatives now. You know: that maths stuff. Though that is not enough to pass the exam, I might just about learn enough to apply for it.

Who Wants A Skirt. A Sleeve A Sleeve Is What We Need!

Don’t (!) go asking me about the partner look. I only had one jeans skirt I didn’t like wearing because it would crawl up my legs – a useful process 22 years ago and a catastrophe nowadays. Also, I was daredevil enough to cut off the hood of only one of my fleece jackets and use it as a bright green lining you can’t see here.

It is obvious which one is mine, no?