just a mix

Nice patterns.

I went for a short walk in the park nearby; love to watch
the ducks in the water, especially the idea they're comfortable
warm and dry while paddling is very appealing to me :^)
The fallen leaves of the Wisteria give nice patterns on the terrace
floor,
they remind me a bit of a design I once made for a textile print.




... but it could also be a bunch of stylized spermatozoits :^)

Happy weekend all!

Some washing instructions.

I was browsing in my sketchbook this morning;

these drawings were meant as a care label, but

eventually I decided to keep it easy with a simple

'wash carefully'

Have a look at Alessandra's sewingbox :-)

Saturday

I made some changes in my room to create more space;

the table is now where the bed was and visa versa.

I would be very pleased if i could find a larger and more

convenient appartment before the end of the summer.

Until now i sleep and work in the same room, so if one

could live from dust alone, I probably don't have to eat

anymore for the rest of my life :-)

The Minä Perhonen exhibition from last week really

revived my love for textile design and weaving.

That's why I was reorganizing boxes and looking at textiles today.

The circle design was made by a friend, painted on silk

by me afterwards.

The bottom pic is a silk top in the making, hope I will

finally finish it this year :-)

what about the appartment, any tip is welcome :-)

My grandparents.

The photo of my grandparents with me in between
was taken in the doorway by an unknown photographer.
It was a common use in the sixties, only few people had a camera.
I remember the whole scene very clearly, for a had
a violent argument just before the pic was taken.
This is what happened: i was about four years old i guess,
and staying with my grandparents, suddenly the bell
rang, it was an unknown with a camera round his neck.
My grandma agreed for a portrait.
I got ready to take off my apron ; having one's photograph
taken wasn't an everyday event and besides, there was
a little stain on it.
My grandma forced me to keep on the apron, i was frenzied.
The scarf, knotted in Lucky Luke style was also her creation.
I felt like a secondhand cinderella :-(
This is my very first memory in full color: the apron was made
of synthetic material and pale orange,
it was rustling like a bread bag when moving.
The jacket was red, the scarf i don't remember.
My grandma's apron was from black cotton satin.
The strange object with the three woodworm holes is a knot.
My gran always had one in her pocket to cure her rheumatism.
The earrings are also a heirloom.
My grandpa was a shoemaker, they both runned their little shoeshop.
If you like to see my gran more friendly, look here.
The drawing is mine.