A better armhole and nice things on the walls.

This is the new armhole:

Much better!

It may still look a bit large but in my experience it shapes up when you pick up stitches (3 for every 4 rows) and start the sleeve. Tubes always feel more narrow.

I kept the increases at the neckline the same because I will attach a shawl collar to it. It feels a bit weird, having fronts that do not close and a neckline that even runs over the apex of the bust. But my Grey Pumpkin Ale has the same neckline and wears very nicely with its shawl collar. (And this yarn is soft enough to wear next to the skin.)

Oooh, what’s that behind me, in the hallway? Is that an embroidered cat?

It is!
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This is a vintage embroidery I found at the thrift store many years ago. Somebody put lots of love and effort in this! It came with the frame too.
I often stand before it and have a little pause, appreciating it.

It hangs over my birthday calendar, right between the front door and the hooks where we keep our keys. Under it hangs a small ceramic cat hanger, bought at the x-mas market in Muenster. There used to be some glass x-mas baubles there too, all year round. A happy little hippo and a cat, but they broke in the course of time.

The first few years we had the cabin I’d go to the church thrift store in the village here. This was before thrifting gained a main interest. It was just old farmers bringing their stuff and trying to raise some money for (the roof of) the church. It was an empty building with local ladies volunteering and a table with a coffeepot and a tin with cookies for people to have a sit and chat.

I’d look for old handmades with a friendly vibe to put on the wall of the cabin. My foot treadle sewing machine is from there too. And my kitchen scales. Most of the crockery. Some hand tools.

In later years having friendly decorations became more important as I had fallen ill by then and was staying at the cabin permanently. I’d lie on the couch most of the day, not able to move or think, and it was vital to have friendly things in sight, wherever my gaze fell. This is the wall opposite my couch:
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The embroidered cats came from the thrift store, the rest are gifts from Ravelers (=people from Ravelry). All from people who understood I had to be approached softly but not tepidly. Most of them I hadn’t met in real life when they send me things. There are hummingbirds under the lamp ūüôā

Over the years family and ravelers send cards and handmades and I stuck them on my walls and they encouraged me when I felt down:
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The birdy paperclips were a birthday present.

Above my sewing machine these two hang:
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That pincushion is a handmade taking hours of love, also a present from a Raveler ūüôā Someone I’ve met maybe twice in the past 8 years! Talked to her online four times total. You don’t need to be an active presence in my life to contribute significantly to my wellbeing ūüôā

The wren I painted myself, sometime in the last century. The frame is all oak, from the church thrift store.

And this is the window sill next to my sewing machine, right over the chair Lillepoes loves to sleep on. It’s also opposite my couch so I’ve seen these cards every day all day long for the last 8 years ūüôā
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Cards from Ravelers, handmade pincushions, cats and fairytales. These are the four subjects my happiness revolved around for all the time I’ve been ill ūüôā I’d simply enjoy the colours and the sentiments if I was very brainfogged. I’d explore compositions and alternative storylines if I had two braincells to rub together.

I no longer live at the cabin. I’m a city girl now.
Times have changed here too. The thrift store has moved into a real store and is now a professional venue. They still have coffee but it’s a machine now: drink up while you shop.
The old farmers have all gone and their (grand)children have sold all their stuff online, cashing in on “vintage”.

We visit the cabin for short stays now. A weekend here, a midweek there. I slide right back into the old habits of friendliness and peace. But it is not sustaining me anymore if I stay here for longer periods. If I stay here longer than 5 days by myself, I get antsy and sad. I feel society’s progress closing in. There’s always more traffic, more people, more stuff being build around here. Time is running through my fingers.

It’s still a safe haven but it’s edges are defined now.
I wonder where the next decade will see us. Me and the cabin.

By the way,¬†I recognize this antsy-ness, the feeling of being restrained. It’s the sign of one door closing and not yet seeing which window opened. It’s the sign of new opportunities. Ones you can forge yourself, should you desire to.

It’s an uneasiness I know from points in my careers, studies, relationships, internet groups, society as a whole, you name it. So I’m not unsettled by the uneasiness itself. After all, it’s the breeding ground that brings forth the most innovative things.

It’s the possibility to determine and forge a new direction that hinders me. It feels like an obligation. Be smart. Act.

But I’m not ready to bring the cabin to a new era. I’m still very much attached to old ways, old nature and old embroidered cats on the walls.

Or other beasts:
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(that’s the wall above my stove:)
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Weird Wool Wednesday: competing in the brainfog

On the last row of the leg I see I’ve been knitting it wrong:

I did not start the pattern on the back of the leg, after I put in the waste yarn for the afterthought heel.

It’s my first after thought heel and it was all new, not having a clear bend in the sock, an end row after which you do something different. I kept the sock on magic loop and just continued what I’d been doing: stockinette stitch on one needle, pattern on the other. Aiming for the endgoal: the cuff. Because then there’s be dessert: knitting the striped heel!

Only now, after 68 rows, do I discover that my sock is WRONG. Not the sock I meant to knit. Butchering the designer’s intent.

I could cry… not because of the competition, even though I probably lost it now. But because I’ve been working so diligently, catching and correcting every mistake I make in the stitch pattern (and I make mistakes every row because of brain fog). And now I’ve made this big mistake and didn’t catch it for 68 long rows. All that concentration, all that dedication and positiveness. I feel cheated. I hate ME.

UPDATE

It’s now a few hours later and I’ve started a new sock, with new yarns (both Drops Fabel):

Nice in white with greenish contrast colour. I’ll see how far I’ll go. At least the pressure is of the competition now, for me.

Breaking News! Cat on lap.

Poekie is on my lap for the first time ever:
Poekie op schoot, voor t eerst! Lillepoes moest er ook bij natuurlijk. :)

We’ve had her for … oh, seven years now?
It’s only been a year and a half now that I’ve been living in the city more permanent. In that time she slowly allowed me to share my husband with her.

Particularly the last two months she’s becoming more and more friendly towards me. Not allowed to pick her up but am allowed to cuddle her when she stands close.

And there’s the chair. I think it’s my knitting chair. But she feels it’s hers. Today she’s big enough to share it with me, for the first time ever.

Of course Lillepoes had to join too. And she needs to be some distance from The Big Mean Tortie so my chest it was.

My Pussy Hat



I dressed up. It’s a beautiful day. I’m going all by myself to Nijmegen.

Today I’m participating in the National Women’s March.

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It’s the first Saturday after International Women’s Day and in a few days we’re having national elections which, just like in the States, has flooded the country with extreme opinions. Polarisation.
I won’t stand for that. I stand for equality. For inclusiveness. For using some common sense and decency. We’re in this together, we are a society and we should take care of each other, all of us, for all of us.


(Been hitting the gym since September. I always planned to start lifting weight from age 40 and now, at 45 yo, I’ve started. Not bad, as I was still bed ridden only two years ago.)

The hat used to be my Too Tired To Think hat, made in 2011:

Made from gorgeous handspun from a Norwegian batt celebrating a Norwegian fairy tale (King Polarbear) and send to me my Ullsmeden in the Fairy Tale Swap Group. In a time when I was really really sick and I hurt so much over Norway.
The colours are from February snow over a forest, touched by the sun.

Now, here, in Holland, there are some voices that the transgender community feels hurt by the overall pink colour of Pussy hats. “They reference white women with pink genitalia.”
Personally I think that’s not the case. I believe the pink comes from “blue is for boy, pink is for girls” and we’re making fun of it.
Either way I have no answer when someone questions my colours today. Shall I tell about Norway?

The March will be inclusive and supportive. I highly doubt there will be any critizing or critique. If so I may sing my conversation partner a song from when I grew up: “You, to me, are everything. The sweetest thing, I’ve ever seen, oh baby! To you, I guess I’m just a clown, who picks you up when you down, oh baby…”
And I’ll shake the bells that are on the cat ears of my hat.

Or, if my voice feels good: “It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining! I feel good. Nothing’s gonna stop me now. Oh yeah.”

Now I hope someone talks to me. It IS a beautiful day!

L√ľneburg in Germany and back to Holland

L√ľneburg is filled with characterful houses:
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This is the street we were staying at:
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In that bit of shrubbery on the right a family of sparrows lives. They are chirping all day. To their neighbours, the family of sparrows, that live in the bit of shrubbery on the left. Those chirp back. It was so cheerful ūüôā

We had a guided tour of one of the wedding guests of the St Michael’s church in L√ľneburg. It’s an amazing place!
It’s old, filled with history and weird bits of information.
Bach was a student there, he studied music with the monks. Because of the salt trade the columns are crooked and the church might actually collapse. There’s a whole second church in the basement, by design.
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Yes, there’s a whole second church underneath the large church. The monks built it so they had a proper place of worship while they took their time to build the large church with attention. Rightly so, it took them 40 years to build the big place, back around 1400.
All the while they used the “basement-church” for their daily prayers and sermons:
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The under-church is still in use, in Winter, when it’s cosier and warmer there then in the big church.

There are ceiling-seals meant as resting points for the faithful gaze. They all depict an animal that have a special meaning.

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The church upstairs is beautiful too. But less cosy.
It’s large columns are crooked. 60 centimenters from the straight vertical!
There’s a string hanging from the top of the colomn, with a weight. It’s straight but it veers away from the column:
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The only thing straight in the upper church is the organ.

Back-up dinner:
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We had a stroll along the beautiful landscape surrounding L√ľneburg. They made a tower there, just to have a view. And then we found a throne, in the woods.
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More chocolate! This is a L√ľneburger heath bonbon:
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The L√ľneburger salt-sow (in the background there’s a Dutchman holding groceries (a.k.a.chocolate!) in a shopping bag):
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The story of the salt-sow is marvelous! It’s a 1000 years old.

It truely is that old. Once upon a time hunters saw a mythical sow with a white belly. Upon investigation they found where the sow had been sleeping, it was in a large salt pan. The salt had crusted her belly white.

That’s how the humans found out about the large salt deposits beneath the town of L√ľneburg. They started to exploit the salt and it made them very wealthy, all through the Middle Ages. They brought up 20.000 tons per year in the 1400’s! That’s why the houses are so richly decorated. That’s why L√ľneburg has been an important Hanze stad. They transported it to the town of L√ľbeck, which is now known for its Marzipan, and from there it travelled all over Europe. Especially to Bergen, Norway.

Salt has been a valuable commodity for centuries. Roman soldiers were payed their wages in salt. ¬†Another illustration is the saying “The salt of the earth”.

L√ľneburg had a blooming salt industry for centuries. They flushed the salt deposit underneaht the city with water, brought up the sludge and cooked to evaporate the water. Until stupidly smart people in the West started drying sea water and getting cheaper salt that way. The German industry dwindled and the factory closed in 1980, after having been in business for a 1000 years. A thousand years!

Now you see sows depicted all over L√ľneburg. And all the houses -both old and new- swing and sway because the city now stands on unstable ground. Nobody knows where the caves have all been eroded away by the salt practices. This is why the St Michaelis church is so off kilter.

This morning we packed the car and travelled back, seeing some beautiful German landscapes. With strange phenomenons…the ground seems to reach for the heavens.., what’s this? These “hills”.
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Bit of a quarrel with my phone, I’m knitting while being driven:
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After a few hours we entered safe, flat grounds. Dutch landscape:
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More wrestling with my phone. Unmeant screen shot of my screen saver.
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Oooooh I miss the kitty! Looking so forward to get home and be showered with cuddles!

But when we came back home, my cat was lying on the lap of my brother, all cosy in a woolen blanket. She had been there for hours and was not interested in leaving nor saying hello to us.
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They’ve had a wonderful few days, filled with cuddles and naps and treats,¬†our cats and family.

We kicked my brother out and after a while Lillepoes came to sit on my lap and everyone settled down for some recuperation time.

This is what 5 hours of travel knitting looks like, just two fingers width of collar/button band.

Someone picked up some bad habits ūüėČ
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This is not for you, you never liked butter! It’s way too salty for you anyway.

All the loot from my trip ūüôā
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White wonder time.

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These are the historic canals and harbour around my house ūüôā
They illustrate nicely the “white time” that I often experience after Christmas.

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It’s a time for crisp morning walks, for snow sun and for looking into the skies while gazing internally. It lasts anywhere from two weeks untill the end of February, depending on the weather.

It is a winter mood but not the depressive kind. It’s the one of light and snow sparkle and cold. The time of anise and ginger drinks and light butter waffles, not the time of hot chocolate and gingerbread that go with xmas time.

These pictures I took last Thursday, when I went to get the car. I have to park a kilometre away because in historic Dutch cities there’s not much parking space.

That’s why we ride bikes:
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This picture is from yesterday. Why dahlias? It’s winter! I don’t know. I had them last year on New Years Eve too and was just as amused by them.
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To celebrate this white time I took out all the green, red and gold ornaments of the tree. I received a glass bird from a friend and it was the perfect gift for this time of year. Years ago she gave a similar bird and it’s been over our wood stove all this time, all year round. I love glass ūüôā

These days I particularly enjoy wearing my light coloured clothes. And my Wolop Advent shawl! It’s perfect for this weather and the colours are cool and light.
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And this time is about spinning, as it is Frau Holle time.
This week I spun that beautiful Tour de Fleece price I received this year: batts called “Birch”:

The ceramic bowl is Raku and holds the threads I use for securing skeins before setting the twist. It was made by Lieneke from Wolop because she commands many skills and she knows I love birches ūüôā

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Are you done now? I now a cat that needs feeding.

First Advent Sunday

The Advent star looks good in the front room and we have a second one up in the attic:
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I watched the Random Knitter podcast together with Lillepoes. Random Gwen is showing off Wolop yarns. We are fascinated.

I’m knitting an unexpected knit:

Fir Cowl by Ursa Major Knits. I saw it yesterday and casted on. Don’t know why. Cannot justify.

It has an interesting crocheted cast on where you crochet around your knitting needle:

The yarn is the custom dyed grey purple glitter yarn from Het Wolbeest that I used for cuffs:

I’m combining it with undyed yarn of the same base: a tightly twisted two ply sock yarn (fingering weight) that some people find too pronounced to use at the soles of their socks. It’s good shawl yarn though.

I’m knitting on needles 2,25 mm to get a gauge of 28 st per 10 cm. I’ve got two purple “trees” and now I’m to knit them together using a white “tree”. Fir Cowl is a modular knit.

Of course:
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, put a sock in it.

I finished and soaked some cuffs made from the left over of the Slush Sock Blank Yarn. The colour washed right out of the last picture but here it is before and after blocking:

It didn’t block as well as I hoped. Stitches still look a bit unregular. They only used 15 grams of this soft fingering yarn.

And I made panna cotta! A new well loved recipe and my vintage ceramic pudding mold:
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Yeah, yeah, yeah…

 

Autumn at the cabin.

Hedgehog in the Netherlands, october 2016. Indigo dye plants on the right.

This little fellow just came strolling by. Huffing and puffing. ūüôā
On the right you see my indigo plants in flower.

Inside I’m crocheting away on my blanket squares. It’s a nice autumn project. The squares are stored in a nice autumn-y box:

There are 75 large squares now and I’m looking at how many of the smaller ones I need.

These are the four sizes of the squares (bad colour picture):

5 large ones just about equal 6 medium ones equal 7 small ones equal 9 XS ones.

I filled a page with equations and math to see which combinations will go together. This wasn’t straight forward because 5 : 6 : 7 : 9 is not a very logical combination.¬†2 : 4 : 8 : 12 would have been so much easier!¬†But I did find some combinations that will work.

However, when I laid things out on the floor and played around I found that not all squares within the same category are the same size. Not all L have the same dimensions. Therefor the combinations I found will not work all the time. Nor most of the time.

Individual fittings¬†and tailormade solutions are needed. I’m going to have to lay out portions of the blanket, crochet them together and then hope the next portion will kind of fit.

I have no idea if this is going to work… but I keep crocheting squares. Even if this means I’ll have to buy yet more balls of acrylic to get enough squares.

By now I’m too invested to stop this project. A smart person would say: “Stop. Work with what you have. Finish some kind of throw and enjoy the colours. Use the experience to plan a better throw: in thick wool, with workable sized squares, which you will use a lot.”

A fellow yarnie however might understand?
“You just keep huffing and puffing, dear. It’s October.¬†Different shapes and textures are to be enjoyed!”
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the WIPs and the paradox of gaining some spare time.

My days are full with non-wool things. I only craft at night, when I join my husband for some TV. It’s still the same crochet so it’s not that interesting to show you:

Soon I need to lay out all the squares again, see what’s what. Think some more about the assembling composition.

The stranded owl vest with the wrong shade of white is now stuffed into the back of the closet. Don’t know what to do about it at this time.

I have started another white vest in that lovely handspun:

A vest without raglans:¬†Debbie Vest by Aethalia O’Connor.
But then I frogged it again because my similar handspun Hilja vest pills a bit (the yarn is a bit too soft for a garment) and Wolop Grey vest taught me I have more meterage than needed for a vest and I’d love to use every inch of my handspun.

So why not use the handspun for a luscious collar that doesn’t have to stand much wear?
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“Inspired to knit”¬†is the first knitting book I ever bought. I’ve never knit from it because … reasons (mostly that things aren’t knit in the round). But I always wanted¬†a collar to tuck away in, like shown on the front. So last weekend¬†I cast on for it. It’s Snowdrift Cardigan by Michele Rose Orne.

It was a good car ride project last Sunday:

But at home I started to doubt my knitting again. Isn’t it too wide, too many stitches? Isn’t it too variegated¬†a colour and with what yarn will I ever combine it to make the body then?
So I’ve left it in its WIPbag since then and have been crocheting flowers instead.

Tangled Vines Cardigan is still out of the closet though. There’s only one sleeve left to do and the button bands. I’ve brought my box with buttons to the city and I just need to sit down and make a choice:
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I’ll get to that as soon as I’ve finished crocheting…

Somewhere in the previous weeks I did start on the sock blank! I have half a foot and it sits beautifully in the yarn bowl:
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Artwork by Meilindis and yes, that is a portrait of Lillepoes!

I hardly knit on my sock though. Because it feels like a special knit for sophisticated moments, like there should be a candle in a silver holders nearby and there should be bonbons on little handmade plates and artistic thoughts in my head.
These days I only craft when I’m doing something else too. Watching videos at night or¬†browsing imgur during my day rests. No sophistication at all.

Yeah, my days are full. A lot of time is spend on coaxing my body to not relapse¬†into a chronic fatigue state. I feel like I’ve been handed¬†a precious gem or little kitten and I don’t want to lose it. It needs time and dedication and love to prosper but I have one hand tied behind my back and an eyepatch made out of mohair and someone is whispering math problems in the back ground, demanding answers.

So there’s a lot of distraction and I absolutely want to do this right because I’d like 45 more years of good life, please. Hmm, this may be a long winded apology that this is no longer a blog with regular knitting progress reports.
Was it ever though?

Blogging takes time too and I find I want to use that time for other things. You wouldn’t say it with the elaborate posts I’ve been making the past few weeks but in my mind I have cut back on blogging. Reality may disagree as these posts each take two hours to write, at least. But my mindset has shifted. “I knit less and therefor blog less.” That’s as true as cows. (That’s a Dutch expression)
My posts may change in the future. Perhaps more pictures, less words.
Or it may progress like it does right now: more words, less wool ūüėČ

There’s just not much time left in the day to do the things I love. I get maybe one hour twice a day? But they are spend in health now and they never were before.
When there are no interruptions such as day trips or having to buy mattresses or going in for blood tests I spend most of my precious free and health-full time sewing. I sewed a winter skirt last month:

Sturdy canvas again: curtain fabric from IKEA. Sturdy seams, pockets, lining. And godets at the side seams to give room for striding and urban power posing.

It goes wonderful with my Wolop Grey Handspun Vest as you can see. The other day I wore a ladies’ dress shirt under it and I looked smashing! That will be my Autumn and Winter garderobe: skirt, shirt, vest, cardigan (hat, wristwarmers).

This fortnight¬†I’m sewing trousers. They are linen trousers, for Summer. This Summer. Yes, Summer 2016…
Never mind that I’m writing this wearing a hat and woolen socks.¬†At least I’m also learning to work with loosely woven cloth, which comes in handy for when I’m going to sew with my handwovens.
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Which I have planned for the end of Summer.
Summer 2016.
Which is when I will have finished weaving what I set up on my new loom.
Or will have started weaving it even.
Argh. I need more hours. I hear coffee does good things for the amount of hours in a day?

There’s still more sewing to do, with the fabrics I already have. Dress shirts. Pinafores. A jacket next month. I’m also interested in art again. I was a full time art student and also an artist before I fell ill in 2008? It’s rekindling. I’ve bought a little sketchbook for daily use… but hussshh about that because that’s another fragile kitten that needs peace and calm to grow big and playful.

Yeah I don’t have much spare time these days. All caused precisely because I have gotten a bit of spare time. I’m savouring every crumb of it. I’ll continue showing you but it may not be much interesting wool stuff for a while.

UPDATE I was meant to surf how to sew a jeans zipper, not write this blogpost!

A yarnbowl and other ceramics

I bought myself a yarn bowl:
yarnbowl Knots and Pots at Etsy, ceramics.
It’s handmade by ceramic artist Knots and Pots on Etsy, a fellow raveler. She also sells handwovens and stranded hats.
This bowl has just the perfect colours for me at the moment.
Look at this amazing glaze:
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It has already seen me through hours of resting while knitting on Bines sock and I only received it last Friday! It makes me feel sophisticated, instead of rebellious about having to rest.
yarnbowl Knots and Pots at Etsy, ceramics.

Inspired by it I traveled to the east of the country on Saturday, yesterday, where a big ceramics fair is on this weekend: Keramisto 2016. I had been there once before I think, 10 or 20 years ago? I couldn’t go for many years but now that my health is a bit better and I have my own car I planned it so I could go. Brought some homemade pancakes and apple sauce for the trip and just went.

You know that I’ve been longing for large handmade tea mugs for some time now and I was hopeful to find some there.
And I did! Barely five minutes there I found the perfect stand and had the perfect Buying Ceramics Experience.

Keramisto 2016 ceramics by Markus B√∂hmThese hold half a litre each!¬†Their glaze is amazing. Thick and full of character. They are salt glaze or soda glaze.¬†They are by artist Markus B√∂hm from M√ľritz Ceramics in Germany, east of Berlin. He has has been woodfiring ceramics for 30 years now.

They are made in a wood fired kiln, which is unusual nowadays since it requires so much wood. They need to keep the temperature at 1300 degrees celsius for three days and two nights. Which means feeding the fire regularly, also at night, I think.

His team mate is Ute Böhm, who specializes in chrystal glazes:


Her work was stunning too. She creates perfect shapes.

But my taste lies with the salt glazes and wonky shapes. Which Markus Böhm provides:
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After throwing his mugs I think he hugs them?

They have the perfect “wonky” shape to wrap your hands around and cherish the warmth of your drink. You know that typical pose people do with their cup of coffee or hot chocolate:
Hot Chocolate, Portrait pic by photographer Tom Brindley

My new mugs have a triangle shape halfway their belly:
Keramisto 2016 large mug by Markus Böhm

When I was there Markus himself was at the booth and he was delightfully quiet, mostly keeping behind the large displays. Giving me the time and peace to chose from the many bowls who were all singing to me.

As an introvert person and an artist this gave me a glorious ten minutes. Was it ten? It might have been two. Twenty perhaps. I have no idea. There was no rush. All I know is that I got time and peace to open up my …whatyamacallit… artistic soul?… to the materials, the tactility, the colours, the recognition of skills which set the boundaries in which coincidences are allowed to bloom. It was pure delight.
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Making these kind of ceramics has (therefor) much akin with wool spinning I feel.
And painting also. Other artfull skills too, such as reduced wood block printing. Dancing. Making love. Playing with cats. Wandering around a forest. Raising kids (I imagine).

I was very, very grateful for B√∂hm’s non-invasiveness and I brought that feeling home with me, it is now part of the mugs and of my life as I use them.
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One more thing about ceramics: as with the wool arts, admiring ceramics is done by touching it, not only looking at it. Yay!

I also bought these two fun bowls, by Hubert Eller:
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Very handy since I use small bowls and plates daily for all my foods and chocolates.

For my daily dose of whipped cream I bought this tall mug:
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Made of porcelain, by artist Kamila Dziedzic. She works in Poland, with an excellent brand of Polish porcelain. She travelled all the way to the Netherlands (it’s on the other side of the continent) to participate in this ceramics fair. She was very nice and funny! And very skilled.

I really like having one of her pieces and using it daily. My superb cream whip machine, the Bamix mixer, fits right in.

Here’s a picture showing the scale of my new ceramics:
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Ahh, using well made, individually¬†designed, functional objects! That’s what truly brightens up my daily life.

Sitting here, writing this, with my new mugs here and my new yarn bowl in the other room something artful strikes me. I live in this antique house, with high windows that look out on a canal, with a double door, with me wearing typical wooden slippers called “kleppers”, pronouncing¬†the pleasures of well made ceramics and well fitted clothes.
Sunday morning sunlight is streaming in:
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I’m channeling Dutch life as portrayed by 17th century painters!

Vermeer and Pieter de Hoogh are nodding their heads 400 years ago:

O my…. I’m an antique…. a Dutch antique.
Nothing changed. We still have the same light, the same city, the same lives.

Imagine the ladies back then also enjoying the light and their houses and their ceramics and clothes. It is just something the artists picked up on and portrayed, for which we now applaud them. But it started with the women and their life and their ability to enjoy the little things in it.

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You have a good day today too!