Well, to start with they are both rather monochromatic.
Also they are both available in my newly opened Etsy shop.
I am such a newbie to all this that it is both extremely exciting and so totally terrifying that I was kicked out of bed early morning (sixish) by a dream of a bulk order I couldn’t possibly fulfill. There I was half asleep in my pajamas and barefoot running downstairs to check that it wasn’t true – uphhh :).
Of course when I am fully awake I realize that nobody bulk orders very cute polymer clay cows:
Dreams are there to haunt us…
There is this fantastic scene in Luc Besson’s Le Grand Bleu/The Big Blue from 1988. Enzo an Jacques talk while Enzo plays the piano:
E: What exactly do you want to know?
E: About what?
J: About everything!
E: Mama mia.
There is this hunger for knowledge in Jacques eyes that cannot be satisfied with easy going truisms. There is a child like quality to him in his search for ultimate knowledge and his belief as to the existence of possible answer and his friends ability to supply it.
I adore this movie. And if I had to choose out of many meaningful exchanges that the characters have – I think this one would be the most important.
We all have been there at different stages of our lives. Discovering the authorities that crumble under pressure. The limits of the knowledge we are meant to have accessed. The loneliness of curiosity.
To understand restorative power of holidays I have decided to analyze my activities undertaken during that period.
I was enjoying the peace and quiet:
*Notice the retro chair wired to the boat :).
Delighting in the nature at it’s most kitsch:
Stalking creatures of the night:
Being stalked by a wagtail:
*Wagtail is sitting on the last post on the left. After certain amount of stalking was observed I have decided to check what was the reason. From the boat I have discovered the nest in the third post on the left – hollow from the lakeside. I didn’t want to scare parents away so we rowed away quickly and the wagtails continued their stalking.
Talking to snakes:
*There was a multitude of grass snakes around and we got to observe them on land and in the water which was fascinating. My awesome sister is a true snake whisperer:).
All and all just perfect.
Annual holidays left me with some sort of nostalgia which is making me feel incredibly relaxed in a happy/sad sort of way but also forces me to ask why on earth I am not living my everyday life the way I do on holidays. What is wrong with the other 50 weeks in a year and why am I not making the most of them as well?
Is it possibly because I am not surrounded by this every day?
I am fascinated by lace and all the lace making techniques and if I had all the time in universe I would love to learn them all. It is fantastic that even though it was virtually impossible for me to find anybody who makes any kind of lace in my area there are some great resources available online. Using those I have already learned to tat with shuttles and needle. And recently I have started leaning about Irish crochet lace. It produces in my opinion one of the most interesting results of all the lace making techniques and can easily be adapted to very modern and unexpected uses.
My first Irish crochet lace project was a little vase.
It all started with an empty soy sauce bottle that I liked the shape of. I have painted the bottle white and crocheted all the elements which later I have connected on the bottle with the basic crochet background net.
Dandelions are also crocheted and pose-able as there are wires inside the stems.
It was a fun project but I realize there is still so much for me to learn about the Irish crochet.
Spring is keeping us waiting this year and I simply can’t wait any longer for everything to grow and bloom. Which rather shows in the crochet Easter decorations I have made.There is hope though that we will not be left waiting for long as the newest addition to our mini garden just covered in blossom. Meet scilla peruviana. Isn’t it just lovely?
I simply love classic denim with its multitudes of shades of blue. That’s why when the life of a pair of jeans comes to an end I never throw them away but stash away for later when the inspiration hits me.
Denim is a perfect choice of fabric for many things as it is strong, durable and pretty. For the laptop cover I have used several different shades of denim to create interesting patchwork like effect and incorporated back pockets. The cover is lined with quite thick faux fur which serves as protective padding.
I have sawn everything by hand because I was so engrossed in what I was watching at the time that I couldn’t be bothered getting the sawing machine out. But I have to admit that I always enjoy sawing by hand more. Just a quirk of mine.
For closing I have used two snap fasteners.
The story goes that I have started reading at the age of 4 and never stopped since. It was like visiting this amazing forest of literature with fascination and absolutely no background knowledge. School curriculum never really extended to the regions I was frequenting. I was enjoying myself reading but at the same time experiencing frustration caused by the lack of tools to interpret what I was reading and set it in the context. When I have encountered Umberto Eco he took me to the fictional woods and shown me the difference between interpreting and over-interpreting. He taught me to think, to analyze, to approach the text in a manner that permits understanding as well as enjoyment.
I have just found out that he passed away yesterday. Through his books he was an enormous influence on my growing up and understanding language and communication. He taught me to read on a completely different level. I was a young teen starved of knowledge exceeding school curriculum and he supplied me with a key to the world that has never ceased to amaze me since. His ability to express complex ideas in a manner accessible to a casual reader was completely unique. Some of the sentences he wrote are so embedded in my brain that I could just stand up and quote even though I have last read them years ago. What fascinated me the most about all his writing was the fact that he was never telling the reader what to think, he was merely encouraging them to think.