27 June 2009
A cat on a hot tin roof
This is where I spent a couple of lunch breaks.
On the roof of our office building is a terrace and it's quiet and peaceful.
Inside it's a subtle battlefield. Ever since the bancruptcy there is backstabbing and badmouthing going on and it's getting difficult to maintain a friendly and positive attitude.
So, I escape.
With knitting and book.
It's warm, yet breezy up there.
20 June 2009
At the end of another week
Got my new glasses. And it's amazing to see clear again, I always realize after getting new glasses how crappy my eyesight was with the old ones:
Fell in love with this hair. It's an ad for a postal service, but I adore this lady:
And I got an email with this picture attached to it. Taken in Leiden, spinning in public as knitting didn't appeal to me that day.
It's also published on the website of a friend and shopowner. She is fun and the Oland wool is to die for. I got the Sky Pink one (so subtle and perfect for lace knitting,though I will knit up mitered squares and make a sweater) and keep on oogling the dark purple one.
My husband will get a funny winter head out of Rainbow (Regenboog) and another, thicker one out of troll wool in red.
The shawl next to me was knitted out of the blue-yellow-pink Oland yarn and reminds me of Kauni. The sweater in the background is Sky Pink as far as I remember.
And last, but not least:
I finally managed to watch Dark Labyrinth last night.
Yes, it took me until yesterday to see this epic piece of art and cult status and I absolutely fell in love with the Podlings. My kind of beings!
Fell in love with this hair. It's an ad for a postal service, but I adore this lady:
And I got an email with this picture attached to it. Taken in Leiden, spinning in public as knitting didn't appeal to me that day.
It's also published on the website of a friend and shopowner. She is fun and the Oland wool is to die for. I got the Sky Pink one (so subtle and perfect for lace knitting,though I will knit up mitered squares and make a sweater) and keep on oogling the dark purple one.
My husband will get a funny winter head out of Rainbow (Regenboog) and another, thicker one out of troll wool in red.
The shawl next to me was knitted out of the blue-yellow-pink Oland yarn and reminds me of Kauni. The sweater in the background is Sky Pink as far as I remember.
And last, but not least:
I finally managed to watch Dark Labyrinth last night.
Yes, it took me until yesterday to see this epic piece of art and cult status and I absolutely fell in love with the Podlings. My kind of beings!
17 June 2009
I wish...
..I could get my hands on those stamps.
Maybe they will still be out when I go to Scotland in August?
Mythical creature stamps: once long ago, in a land not so far away ...
Maybe they will still be out when I go to Scotland in August?
Mythical creature stamps: once long ago, in a land not so far away ...
13 June 2009
Grand Day Out - the Bee Market (Bijenmarkt) in Leiden
Travelled up to Leiden today to go to the annual Bee Market. My first visit!
The main theme is bees, obviously. Honey, mede, plants...and lots of crafts.
And since it's also KIP day - knitting in public day - I brought my spinning and knitting and had a hippie day out:
I love the colours!
Spinning in Progress and two new fountain pens
Folk Band - with nice Irish tunes to sing along to!
And a Bluegrass Band. Perfect summer feeling!
Undine, my WIP
Pattern: Josephinentuch
Yarn: Fyberspates
After I got my eyes checked yesterday - yeah, new glasses, another half a prism on top of the two I already have (I should have gotten a whole, but they never do this, to keep the eye from getting too lazy) and I can see for miles and miles (far sighted, even more) I got me some new eye shadow:
The main theme is bees, obviously. Honey, mede, plants...and lots of crafts.
And since it's also KIP day - knitting in public day - I brought my spinning and knitting and had a hippie day out:
I love the colours!
Spinning in Progress and two new fountain pens
Folk Band - with nice Irish tunes to sing along to!
And a Bluegrass Band. Perfect summer feeling!
Undine, my WIP
Pattern: Josephinentuch
Yarn: Fyberspates
After I got my eyes checked yesterday - yeah, new glasses, another half a prism on top of the two I already have (I should have gotten a whole, but they never do this, to keep the eye from getting too lazy) and I can see for miles and miles (far sighted, even more) I got me some new eye shadow:
07 June 2009
Sunday
This arrived yesterday afternoon:
Very inspiring, all of it.
Currently working on this, while listening to Audiobooks and drinking coffee.
Will interrupt for lunch preparation (spinach, hashbrowns and salmon)
That is one of the projects currently on my needles, I refer to it as "my desk project".
I also have "a train project", a crocheted cotton edging I'm going to use for a blouse that is too small.
I have no idea what all the stuff is I'm incorporating, apart from the orange-brown-golden wool - that is Coffee, my handspun. There is some cottone boucle involved, some acrylic novelties, some more cotton...and chances are that some silk might be worked into this thing as well.
It's going to be a shawl for those lovely summer evenings I'm desperately waiting for.
I also coloured my hair a somewhat aubergine violet sort of colour, which delighted the husband and stained a washcloth ;-)
It's better than the grown out pattern mess I had on my head, but I'm considering a more natural red...if only henna would cover my greys better...
Very inspiring, all of it.
Currently working on this, while listening to Audiobooks and drinking coffee.
Will interrupt for lunch preparation (spinach, hashbrowns and salmon)
That is one of the projects currently on my needles, I refer to it as "my desk project".
I also have "a train project", a crocheted cotton edging I'm going to use for a blouse that is too small.
I have no idea what all the stuff is I'm incorporating, apart from the orange-brown-golden wool - that is Coffee, my handspun. There is some cottone boucle involved, some acrylic novelties, some more cotton...and chances are that some silk might be worked into this thing as well.
It's going to be a shawl for those lovely summer evenings I'm desperately waiting for.
I also coloured my hair a somewhat aubergine violet sort of colour, which delighted the husband and stained a washcloth ;-)
It's better than the grown out pattern mess I had on my head, but I'm considering a more natural red...if only henna would cover my greys better...
05 June 2009
Crazy week
And it was just that. Like a continuous Friday, the 13th with full moon.
To wind down from that the husband and I went for far too much Dim Sums tonight. It helped.
Now I'm just tired and nicely relaxed. Listening to some music, contemplating life, universe and the rest.
The last two days saw me wearing a lot of stuff crafted by me. I haven't done that for a while and I almost forgot how it feels to proudly wear what you designed. Or crafted.
Yesterday:
An Ishbel and a freeform headband. The shawl pin is off Etsy, the buttons on the headband are from several places, including Edinburgh.
Today:
A freeform tam, crocheted long time ago out of yarn (mill ends) I got in Ireland.
I also made the earrings and both necklaces myself.
And I love this - slightly too dark - picture, because it glitters:
Next week is going to be just as crazy as this week, if not more.
So a lot of relaxing will be done, recharging body and soul.
And maybe my order from Amazon, containing a Tarot set (Labyrinth Tarot by Royo) and three books will arrive. One book is a crochet book, one is The Scarlet Letter and the third one is Suzy, Led Zeppelin and me.
Yes, my taste is weird, even in literature.
To wind down from that the husband and I went for far too much Dim Sums tonight. It helped.
Now I'm just tired and nicely relaxed. Listening to some music, contemplating life, universe and the rest.
The last two days saw me wearing a lot of stuff crafted by me. I haven't done that for a while and I almost forgot how it feels to proudly wear what you designed. Or crafted.
Yesterday:
An Ishbel and a freeform headband. The shawl pin is off Etsy, the buttons on the headband are from several places, including Edinburgh.
Today:
A freeform tam, crocheted long time ago out of yarn (mill ends) I got in Ireland.
I also made the earrings and both necklaces myself.
And I love this - slightly too dark - picture, because it glitters:
Next week is going to be just as crazy as this week, if not more.
So a lot of relaxing will be done, recharging body and soul.
And maybe my order from Amazon, containing a Tarot set (Labyrinth Tarot by Royo) and three books will arrive. One book is a crochet book, one is The Scarlet Letter and the third one is Suzy, Led Zeppelin and me.
Yes, my taste is weird, even in literature.
01 June 2009
Freckles and other summer fun
Long time no hear.
Or in this case actually read.
Berlin is already a week over and away. We fell in love with this city. We saw not too many tourist attractions, though of course the Pergamon and the Altes Museum were on our list.
We enjoyed a boat trip on the Spree.
We loved Potsdam and celebrated my husband's birthday, our thenth dating anniversay and a simply beautiful day with Italian food and ice cream.
My husband discovered the taste of Greek gyros pita and real mokka and now has a hard time to adjust back to the local shoarma served here.
And just let's not mention the bread. I adore German bread.
But alas, all good times must end and we made our trip back home. Greeted by two furballs, who missed us and were equally missed by us.
Work took over again, as usual. Same old, same old.
The weather was interesting - last Monday night we experienced the worst thunderstorm I've ever been in, constant lightning, hardly any time for thunder, trees down, roofs peeled off, cars damaged, windows blown out. Seven centimeters of rain in just a couple of hours.
And now it's all sunny and warm again.
That on top of the week of sun we had in Berlin I gained my beloved freckles back.
I love my freckles. I only get them in summer and they are not very bright, but they are there and I love them:
And this time I got them despite factor 50 sun creme :-)
I am a redhead, just my genes think different. My skin surely doesn't.
I always have to think about this wonderful passage in GOOD OMENS by the wonderful Terry Pratchett (SIR Terry Pratchett, if you please) and the equally wonderful Neil Gaiman (not a SIR, but a knight with ink and paper):
"She herself had short red hair and a face which was not so much freckled as one big freckle with occasional areas of skin.
Pepper's given first names were Pippin Galadriel Moonchild. She had been given them in a naming ceremony in a muddy valley field that contained three sick sheep and a number of leaky polythene teepees. Her mother had chosen the Welsh valley of Pant y Gyrdl as the ideal site to Return to Nature. (Six months later, sick of the rain, the mosquitoes, the men, the tent trampling sheep who ate first the whole commune's marijuana crop and then its antique minibus, and by now beginning to glimpse why almost the entire drive of human history has been an attempt to get as far away from Nature as possible, Pepper's mother returned to Pepper's surprised grandparents in Tadfield, bought a bra, and enrolled in a sociology course with a deep sigh of relief.)
There are only two ways a child can go with a name like Pippin Galadriel Moonchild, and Pepper had chosen the other one: the three male Them had learned this on their first day of school, in the playground, at the age of four.
They had asked her her name, and, all innocent, she had told them.
Subsequently a bucket of water had been needed to separate Pippin Galadriel Moonchild's teeth from Adam's shoe. Wensleydale's first pair of spectacles had been broken, and Brian's sweater needed five stitches.
The Them were together from then on, and Pepper was Pepper forever, except to her mother, and (when they were feeling especially courageous, and the Them were almost out of earshot) Greasy Johnson and the Johnsonites, the village's only other gang."
Or in this case actually read.
Berlin is already a week over and away. We fell in love with this city. We saw not too many tourist attractions, though of course the Pergamon and the Altes Museum were on our list.
We enjoyed a boat trip on the Spree.
We loved Potsdam and celebrated my husband's birthday, our thenth dating anniversay and a simply beautiful day with Italian food and ice cream.
My husband discovered the taste of Greek gyros pita and real mokka and now has a hard time to adjust back to the local shoarma served here.
And just let's not mention the bread. I adore German bread.
But alas, all good times must end and we made our trip back home. Greeted by two furballs, who missed us and were equally missed by us.
Work took over again, as usual. Same old, same old.
The weather was interesting - last Monday night we experienced the worst thunderstorm I've ever been in, constant lightning, hardly any time for thunder, trees down, roofs peeled off, cars damaged, windows blown out. Seven centimeters of rain in just a couple of hours.
And now it's all sunny and warm again.
That on top of the week of sun we had in Berlin I gained my beloved freckles back.
I love my freckles. I only get them in summer and they are not very bright, but they are there and I love them:
And this time I got them despite factor 50 sun creme :-)
I am a redhead, just my genes think different. My skin surely doesn't.
I always have to think about this wonderful passage in GOOD OMENS by the wonderful Terry Pratchett (SIR Terry Pratchett, if you please) and the equally wonderful Neil Gaiman (not a SIR, but a knight with ink and paper):
"She herself had short red hair and a face which was not so much freckled as one big freckle with occasional areas of skin.
Pepper's given first names were Pippin Galadriel Moonchild. She had been given them in a naming ceremony in a muddy valley field that contained three sick sheep and a number of leaky polythene teepees. Her mother had chosen the Welsh valley of Pant y Gyrdl as the ideal site to Return to Nature. (Six months later, sick of the rain, the mosquitoes, the men, the tent trampling sheep who ate first the whole commune's marijuana crop and then its antique minibus, and by now beginning to glimpse why almost the entire drive of human history has been an attempt to get as far away from Nature as possible, Pepper's mother returned to Pepper's surprised grandparents in Tadfield, bought a bra, and enrolled in a sociology course with a deep sigh of relief.)
There are only two ways a child can go with a name like Pippin Galadriel Moonchild, and Pepper had chosen the other one: the three male Them had learned this on their first day of school, in the playground, at the age of four.
They had asked her her name, and, all innocent, she had told them.
Subsequently a bucket of water had been needed to separate Pippin Galadriel Moonchild's teeth from Adam's shoe. Wensleydale's first pair of spectacles had been broken, and Brian's sweater needed five stitches.
The Them were together from then on, and Pepper was Pepper forever, except to her mother, and (when they were feeling especially courageous, and the Them were almost out of earshot) Greasy Johnson and the Johnsonites, the village's only other gang."
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