Seventeen

(tissue paper, hand dyed thread, permanent marker, metal)

tokens of affection pt. 1

Instead of flowers I got pieces of: rusty metal, old dishes and duck mussel shells. Now I buy myself flowers and no one gifts me with strange art supplies. I do like how quiet it is.

my not so morning breakfast

I love that little cinnamon cloud that still lingers in the air after I've already taken my bowl of plain yogurt off the kitchen counter.

The Tarp

Friday night, with plants and the life-saving (but ugly as hell) bright light therapy lamp. It's dark, but it's there. Monday noon, just when the sun came out from behind the neighbouring buildings. I need more days like today.

All the hassle I went through last Tuesday was for nothing. They're not replacing my windows, they just put the notice through a wrong mailbox and didn't think of letting me know it was a mistake. My home is a mess of misplaced furniture and piles of things, but at least no strangers are invading my privacy any time soon, and it can stay a mess for a while. (To be honest, it's the natural state of this flat, but usually I keep my tables where they're supposed to be.) My stress level is getting back to its normal high instead of brain meltdown high, and I have a feeling this might be a better week. I Know it will be a better week (if only I get my window blinds back up, it's not an easy thing with only two hands and miniature sized friends. sorry, m.), lots of matchbox stuff to do (only one box ready, and I think I need to save that one for the 24th, or maybe I can do whatever I want since this isn't that Christmas-sy?) and good things to eat (soup? I've made ridiculously tasty soup lately, I didn't see that coming). See how great my focus is. Parenthesis rule.


I'm learning how to accept life. Or more specifically the fact that I'm sometimes like this. Or worse. Sometimes it's almost fun.



A SERIOSLY GOOD WEEK! (I hope? My mother is the best. I'm keeping all my fingers and toes crossed like never before.)

Sixteen

(paper, encyclopedia illustration and text)

contour images of letters,

gradual metamorphoses

airplane,

an aircraft heavier than air

or just

the dreamy side

of wind

--

This I made on Saturday, in good company. The translation I made up just now, I think I'll always prefer Finnish, even though I constantly find myself thinking in English.

It is winter here, today. I believe there is snow, but I don't know for certain. I'll find out later in the day, now I'm still enjoying the warm nest I've built in my bed. If only I had some extra chairs I'd make a tent out of blankets.

Someone is seriously avoiding adulthood here.

Fifteen

(paper, lacy rice paper, encyclopaedia page, lacquer, brooch pin)

K niin kuin kirjoituskone (K as in typewriter, kind of)

This morning I woke up because it was so bright. There's definitely something going on behind the tarps, I may need to go an check. I think it's either snow or an almost sunny day, both worth seeing. I used to like winter, but the last couple of years have been different. I suppose I've grown up or something. The cold makes me all whiny and grumpy, and I never seem to know how to dress appropriately. I want to be twenty years younger and wear winter overalls and a balaclava and have snow cling to my mittens and not get frustrated about it at all.

Fourteen

(tissue paper, fabric, silk thread, pencil)

This is a story I've mostly sewn over. It disappeared almost entirely. But I can tell you how it begins:

Samuel Beckettin näköinen nainen suutelee minua ovisyvennyksessä.* Sinä vedät siitä herneen nenään.**

A woman who looked like Samuel Beckett kissed me by the door.* You get all upset about it.**

(I like things that are no longer there where I left them, as long as they're word things, not phones or sandwiches.)

*purely fictional

**based on a true story

Thirteen

(bamboo fabric, silk rod, vintage silk thread, hand dyed paper, pencil)

A hidden poem, again. Letters you can't understand. I love the combination of black and mustard yellow, and all the different textures in this box. I made a skirt of this lovely bamboo fabric in July, I should take a photo of that too some day. Maybe when it's less cold and wintry. There was snow in Jokela, but Turku is just cold. I think the cold without snow is worse, it's so dark and dismal.



Today was a long day. I got back home from Jokela only to find my home just as I had left it (furniture crammed and covered with ugly blue plastic, old windows still in place). I have no idea what is going on, but I suppose I'm too tired to care now. My laptop is going crazy too, that's one more reason why this post is so late. It's still Friday though! Tomorrow I should be getting back to my earlier schedule if no surprise window guys show up on my door.