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hello!!

i’m so sorry i havent been here lately

not much crafting and drawing going on right now sadly

BUT

lots of helping other people IS going on which is my all time favorite hobby
(i know it sound quite weird¬†and kinda…emm,…not modest and cheesy, but whatever, it’s the best i can do with my knowledge of english i guess)

lots of giving away stuff i dont need but smbdy esle does is happening too

i kinda got in the mood of this and just cant stop decluttering!! ūüôā

and! i met some nice people on the way which is always a bonus

here’s some pics from my workplace, a local national theater (where i’m still surprised to find myself making a humble living as a dresser), for your¬†viewing pleasure

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before the show selfie

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props, props ..and some more props

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the stage looks kinda bleak but looks better from the audience seats

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backstage. the kind of chaos that strangely feels like home

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my dad’s poem about a sea dog (wolf)

 

so my dad’s a poet. a children’s poet. writing in russian and living there.
he asked me to try to illustrate a couple of his older poems, both sea themed.

although my drawing skills r a bit rusty by now i started straight away. well, not straight away cause i did this before.

note: in russian a sea dog (an old experienced sailor) is called a sea wolf, so this whole poem is based on a play between the words wolf (animal) vs. a sea wolf (person)

and the poem goes like this:

i’ve heard lots of stories

but this one is weirder than most

a peculiar wolf lives in a seacoast village

never saw a rabbit

but often times whales and sharks

he swims crawl and breaststroke

otherwise he’d drown

and it’s not spooky to meet him on the street at night

since its known

that the wolf is completely tamed

he hangs out with a couple of monkeys

and his cap is askew

a bunch of boys running after him all day

is his tail

(be warned: translation mine, rough, lousy and not precise, but the main metaphors are all there)

that’s the half of the poem¬†that u see on the sketches and there’s another half i don’t have sketches for yet

the cookies are my take on¬†nigel slater‘s ¬†festive chocolate flapjacks

i think i like the guy and his easy recipies being¬†a girl who grew up in a family where the mother didn’t cook (AT ALL) and the father cooked just really basic stuff (since he had to). i like how he talks about cooking as an expression of sympathy and appreciation. of love really. i think it puts me in a right mindset and keeps me motivated. most of the time.

and¬†this is what i baked last weekend, a beer bread: bottle of beer flour salt some sugar, that’s it. so easy to make i almost didn’t believe the outcome would be good. but it was.

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beer bread. if i can do it and it’s edible – anyone can!

 

 

and lastly a photo of me at work for your viewing pleasure.

love location photos. or should i call it¬†environment or setting photos, i don’t know.

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yours truly backstage

 

i work in props and costumes department of a local national theatre, remember?

 

until next time,

be well and exercise,

me

 

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hello, world 2 people that read me!

i’ve been away from blogging crafting and drawing as i’ve recently added yet another ‘nowhere’ job to my already impressive collection….

this time in the props department of the local national theater of all places…

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so there is this guy, a ‘stage worker’ as we call them (the guys that adjust and maneuver the stage decorations or set or whatever it’s called)

so he was walking towards me with a coffee in his hand

and looked at me with this ‘i work long hours and i’m so underpaid but oh well, whatever, you know’ facial expression
and said ‘mother mother’ and sighed heavily

i was eager to continue the conversation by answering with the same facial expression of my own, further more contributing to it with my own heavy sigh (i’m so good at heavy sighing!)

but instead i was like, what?

so he stopped and explaned that at home they say ‘mother mother’ instead of ‘mother f*cker’ near his kids for the obvious reasons.

so, he said, kids go ‘mother mother’, ‘mother mother’, ‘mother mother’ all day long basically (by saying this he added another funny facial expression which i don’t know how to describe
and a distinctive chicken-like neck and head movement)

with a heavy hebrew accent it sounds more like ‘moZeR moZeR’

aren’t u laughing yet? boy, do i know how to ruin an anecdote….. ūüôā

oh, and by ‘mother mother’ he was referring¬†to the whole usual ‘crappy day at work’ situation, just in case it wasn’t clear from my¬†narrative.

disclosure: only the ‘mother mother’/’mother f*cker’ part of the dialog happened in english.

strange, really, how selectively we choose to be affected by the US of A culture. or should i call it a ‘globalization effect’?

p.s. hope u all doing well and hope to resume crafting sometime soon

and here’s¬†another fascinating image from my new workplace for your viewing pleasure

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p.p.s. ¬† on a random note, did u notice that the minions in ‘decpicable me’ speak italian? ¬†the way they scream ‘gelato!’ when they see an ice cream van? well, i did notice…not sure if i should be a little offended for the italians… ¬† it’s a beautiful language u know…

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only one serious rain this year until now. not good.

one red furred dog sneaked into my dreams again. and into my bed. and into my drawing.

my partner took a football into his face again during his weekly football game with his buddies. so it’s his sick day from work today.

having no body fat i got very cold visiting in geneva this last weekend. kept wrapping up in my scarf trying to make it go up to my eyes. this resulted in making a re/upcycled neck warmer out of couple of fleece scraps later at home. still doubtful about that fringe part. and not too happy with the colors. but i used, as i always try to, whatever i already had in my scrap stash, cause, as they say in russian, economy must be economical. let me go further and paraphrase this, saying, recycling must be…um…recycling?

that’s all very nice and all, the only problem being i’ll only get to use the neck warmer …next year visiting in colder countries. yeah, well…what can you do about it, right?

on a somewhat unrelated note: unfortunately for me i already made it neck deep into the feel-good-only books/films phase…a bit too early in my life, i think. if you’r in that phase, and a woman, and a smart one (lol) or consider yourself as such, you know how hard it is to find a decent dramedy. yesterday movie gods smiled at me and i got to watch “liberal arts”. it comes from a surprising writer, surprising director, um…not so surprising lead, and ,as your might have rightfully guessed, is surprisingly good.

note: all opinions mine, all very subjective

p.s. as i was waiting in line to pay in the supermarket the other day, an older man asked me to pass him a plastic bag. as i gave him the bag i heard ,and i quote, “i thank you in the name of barak obama”

myself and the woman behind me smiled while the cashier was less appreciative.  she rolled her eyes and murmured something about people being bored.

my unspoken advice to the if goofy but well meaning witty man is maybe to try this with a bit more receptive audience¬†next time. after all most of the customers in this particular store don’t speak hebrew (south tel aviv)

hope the one whose name was mentioned in vain didn’t get a sudden hiccup attack… ¬†(u know, that superstition about hiccups )

take care
and
please please please
have a good life

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tough, tolerance challenging times are coming in our part of the globe

so! winter is coming, as they say….

no drawings to show you yet, no exciting craft projects, just slowly working my way through a “mending” pile of second hand clothing i bought over the last year…all in desperate need of sizing down.

just couldn’t resist to tell you something amusing (questionably) that happened today. i went to a nurse to have my blood tested, and the blood-taking nurse was funny. or maybe not, maybe it’s just that she was an extreme extravert chatting away and waving her arms about and talking to her kids on the phone while working, whatever. one of the many things she said was how this justin bieber kid spat on people apparently or something. and that before that or after, or maybe on numerous occasions (she wasn’t sure and couldn’t care less about the details) he’d said that he hates jews.
-after i saw him spitting on people on the internet -she said- i told my daughters to through his posters away! it’s one thing hating jews i don’t care about that – everybody hates us. but spitting on people – unexceptable!

that’s it…

just a little something there to think about.

take care

and don’t spit on people

(unless they spat on you first)

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