happy vests
14 Feb 2012 6:27 AM (13 years ago)

some nice and soft alpaca baby vests, in my itty bitty tiny
shop.
love, love, love the colours! now all i need is a baby to model them...

..."the child" being the photographer (me) :)
ps - i'm away for a while, this post was 'planned' but didn't post, so that's why i'm late for cv. might post randomly for the next couple of weeks - or might not ;)
We've had mainly rain here so far this summer, resulting in lots and lots of indoor activity, but finally we had a pocket of sunshine. Just enough to enjoy more of all that green stuff out there - before it started to rain again ....
The kittens are now down to six, as the tinyest of them died the next morning. Our daughter sits in front of their 'cage' most of the time, naming them - and naming them again. Deciding who looks like their mother, who might be their father(s) (and oh yes, we believe 'him' to be in the multiple), who's argumentative, who's submissive and who's just sweet. (All of them, of course). Our son is having his yearly vacation (staying with his best friend just outside town for a week), and hasn't seen them yet. He's thrilled, and I suspect we'll stay clear of the usual argument on when he'll come back home this time.
Once more, Nature provided me with a trick for this weeks cv. Here's our cat a couple of days ago (after the littlest woman of the house adorned her with a veil and fake roses):
And here, yesterday:
Not one, not two, three or even five kittens, but EIGHT!!!
On of them were still born, so now we just hope the mother has enough milk for all of them.
And should I mention
new homes for all seven....
Happy corner vieweing at
Francesca's!

On a day that started out as an emotional rollercoaster in our home, and everyone needed a change of scenery...
....a bourgeois patch of well tended grass, benches and ponds turned out to be just the trick we needed. After we crossed the bridge, that is.
A forgotten bicycle helmet at the other side of the stream (on the tree stump!)...
A drum set!
A waterfall..
A colosseum in the making...
A tin roofed birdhouse...
A tree covered with sap filled 'warts'...
Hard work getting rid of the sap...
Forgotten pathways...
The Mother Tree of the Forest (click it, then click it again, and imagine yourself up there)...
An avine aquaintance...
The inevitable empty beer cans...
Not bad, huh? That Mother Nature is full of tricks.
And they work - we left for home feeling at ease, happy, loved and loving.
rite de passage
20 Jun 2011 3:25 AM (13 years ago)

In Norway, as in many other countries, teenagers go through a coming of age ritual to mark the leaving behind of childhood. In the old days, this was a ritual to mark the entrance of adulthood; a 'passage' from childhood to adulthood.
That was before James Dean cemented the teenager into our culture forever; a period of time which seem to expand (in both ends) with each new generation. People don't seem to become grown-ups anymore.
Anyway.
The jewish Bar/Bat Mitzvah, the hindu Upanayanam, the christian Confirmation, the japanese Seijin shiki, even the U.S.' Sweet Sixteen; within different cultural contexts, they all mark the same transition. In Norway, there are two options; the christian and the humanist, which both take place the year the teenager in question turns 15.
Our soon-to-be 15 year old son chose the humanist ceremony. Once a week for 6 months he met up with other teenagers and a group leader to discuss all kinds of subjects related to ethics, humanism, human rights, alcohol and drugs, immigration and class, sex/abortion/homosexuality etc.
The whole thing culminated in a solemn ceremony, and a family party. Speeches were required. So I took the opportunity to tell my son how lucky he is to be born here, now, and receiving applaud, gifts, and cake, instead of all the other things he might have had to endure were he born in a different culture or at another time. For instance (and yes, some of them are hard to believe, hence the photos - they were all shot during the speech):
He didn't have to get undressed and cover himself in ash.
He didn't have to spend several days and nights in a cave, deprived of food, sleep and water.
He didn't have to be attached to a pole through hooks penetrating his skin, and he didn't have to drink the blood of the male elders of the family.
He didn't have to cut his private parts, or otherwise receive the power of manhood through means one would be imprisoned for in our culture.
He didn't have to get tattoos or get tied down in an anthill.
He didn't have to kill a lion or sleep naked in the snow.
We have lost a lot between the blood drinking and the cake. Comfort is not one of them.
she woke up before dawn, crying; a nightmare. dead tired, i grabbed a blanket and a random book from the shelf and tucked her in close to me. an hour later, she'd looked at each and every one of the pictures in the book, and 'decided on this one'.
ooops! i'd handed her mark ryden's 'the tree show'. some of the images in there are quite disturbing for little people. but she never mentioned any of that, only The Dress.
alright. i didn't have a pattern or an even remotely similar fabric, but that didn't get me off the hook. she dug into my fabric stash and found one of her old sweatshirts, size 6 (repurpose, you know!) 'so there's no problem, mummy!'
she decided on another fabric that she liked, and i spent the entire day trying to stitch the two pieces together without loosing it. my conclusion is, that as with knitting, a pattern is required. if no pattern, then at least a plan.
i managed to make it appear like a dress, all in one piece, at least (or, should i say, so far). and she's happy. and i want a pattern for a real 50's dress.
(yes, i did ask her if she wanted me to do something about those, but she opted for the spaceship look)
so there it is. inspiration moves in mysterious ways.
blue
5 May 2011 1:25 PM (13 years ago)

she loves blue. i don't. imagine the annoyance when i decided to make her a sweater from stash yarn only, and that 'only' contained a large amount of blue and only a small portion of other colours. it took me a while to like it. but i'm pleased with the result. still have enough of that blue to make her another sweater, though.
may is here, and so is my son's big day; the rite of passage, leaving childhood behind. big family party, quite solemn the whole thing - and this mum is trying to wrap her head around unfamiliar things like damask table cloths, silver cutlery, matching napkins, candlelights and so forth. how much i didn't know! and how much i didn't care! and how much i still don't care! no, it's not true that i don't care, i just don't care for common etiquette. but i'm getting the hang of it now, i feel i'm bonding with my inner, conservative, traditionalist soul, and it's actually fun. we're doing it this way because i discovered my great grandparent's wedding table wear, inscriptions and all. i just HAD to use it, it's beautiful.
off to do some more planning....
gift making
18 Dec 2010 2:21 AM (14 years ago)

little ones on their way to their new owners.
the little doll with the hat is about 16 cm (6") tall, and the other one is about 33 cm (13").
i haven't made these kind of dolls in several years, and i could definitely use some practice.
when your kids are attending a waldorf school, there's one time of year that gets especially crafty - and busy! i'm talking about the x-mas fair, a long standing waldorf tradition. there's a lot of meetings, planning, and making going on. fifteen years ago, i didn't particularly like the waldorf seasonal dolls and all that goes with it; they were simply too cute. today i'm a born again waldorf toy fan, and i love making them. these days, i'm up to my neck in half finnished projects for the fair. some are getting close to finnished, though:
i've attached ribbons to some of the leaves, so that they can be hung around the neck.
then there's the
eggs we're making, i haven't been able to take any decent photos of mine so far, except the one on top her.
the most fun part of this is finding new things to make. i'm currently working on some magic wands and seasonal dolls.
hope you're enjoying this time of year too, and don't get tied up in all the x-mas stress out there! i'm doing my best to avoid it :)

well, one of them, at least; the 'knitting arm'. the pain that follows three weeks of intensive knitting, and leaves you with a knitting and computer ban for weeks and weeks, as they both hurt like hell. and with that comes the shivering, the shaking, the agony and sweating of withdrawal. but there's no way around it, but to go cold turkey.
but hey, i finnished it! in three - 3 - weeks! i have to admit, i'm rather impressed with myself. the bonus is i got rid of my facebook addiction - temporarily, at least.
i still don't know whether it will fit my husband. it's just a bit too big for me, but the he's not that big either. and knitwear is stretchy. i'll keep my finger crossed.
and try to wait just a little bit longer before i start my next sweater project - for me, this time.
(did i just do that? yes, i did. i erased the mess from the background in picture no 3. pathetic. hirr.)