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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

 

hair is in the air

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one of my hardest struggles in my efforts to keep my flat clean is the neverending battle with animal hair (i’m loosing). so everything has a slipcover that gets a thorough shake and wash every once in a while.
this is one of my last endeavors: a new slipcover for my dog’s armchair (yes it’s hers, yes the cat’s sitting in it, he’s cocky like that)
it involved:

a piece of an old blanket (underneath the denim fabric)

couple of old jeans

a piece of this beige fabric i have no idea where it came from

several shoelaces

couple of pieces of velcro from my partners old pair of work pants

couple of old backpack …emmm…belts /straps (no idea what’s it called)

and a piece of cheap knit fabric i used to use as a curtain some years ago to go underneath the chair and tighten and pull on the front part of the slipcover

nothing bought new

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and i know the sewing isn’t too neat and precise
but it works, and i made a special effort to make it as fast as i can to make more time for other life commitments 🙂

all in all really happy with it

 

untill next time and take care

 

update from my crafting room: i made myself an ironing board

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it involved: old cupboard shelf

a piece of an old bed sheet

a piece of an old towel

a piece of an old nightie (for the slipcover)

a staple gun+staples, borrowed from colleague

an old shoelace

old rubber band

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easy to make

portable

heavy enough to be convenient to use

all materials recycled/repurposed, nothing bought new

now go and make one for yourself. instant gratification, i’m telling you 🙂

p.s pay attention to something weird in the photos. someone made an unexpected appearance 🙂

 

until next time

i’m still here

hello!!!  long time no see!!  i missed u!
how’s life treating u all? i’m pretty fine thanks, nothing much to complain about.

been stitching and sewing some gifts to some of my pregnant friends. and also altering loads of second hand bought clothes.
cause i only shop in thrift/second hand stores. cause it’s cheap. it doesn’t hurt that it’s more eco-friendly. but mostly it’s cheap.

here’s some of the baby rattles and other stuff i made lately. all from upcycled clothes/fabrics

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if u shake them they make a noise of wooden beads hitting the tiny plastic box from inside. was a little worried that the noise is annoying but my partner says it’s ok….

 

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aaaaaand this gift kit that took me like 2 months to complete. it is really more complicated to make than it looks. also i shot myself in the leg multiple times in the process while making these little puffs 4 the baby rag

 

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other than that i’ve been vigorously trying to be a better cook mostly for my hard working partner’s sake. not working out so well just yet. but it will, it will in the end……   🙂   i keep telling myself i have no choice, we have to eat, right? so we might as well eat something tasty and healthy….   the fact that we have an absolute opposite taste in food complicates it a bit though…. one of the few things we both love is fried or boiled potatoes. russians, right?  although technically he is a former ukranian and i am tatar and there’s a difference. but we won’t get into that right now.
also been up to some other stuff which i tell u all about in the posts to come.

happy and fuitful spring cleaning to you all people!

 

 

p.s   on a random note, one of the admittedly few good things my life experience tought me it that u never know who has an unexpected gift 4 u.  like the most unlikely people been sharing some interesting recepies with me, and other life advices.  u just have to put some thought into picking the good ones… 🙂

 

p.p.s.  my word of the day is integrity. picked it from ‘true detective’ . and no, i don’t have it.  but i wish i did.

so i’ve been feeling a little under motivated and all in all in different levels of blah lately, what with all the latest events in kiev, ukraine where my partner’s relatives live

but! i made this little collage as a gift to my partner’s semi-trailer-driver friend who is also a passionate jeep trips enthusiast.

most of my partner’s buddies are semi trailer drivers.  so if for some reason u r guessing what he does for a living – u guessed it right.

u can’t imagine how much russian cursing i hear when he takes a work related call from his colleagues. but that’s ok. as long as u don’t tell my dad  (a children poet) nothing about it.  🙂

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it’s a view from a wind shield of a car. used old map, postcards, some fabric scraps. and it looks prettier in real life.

and then i made this little flower brooch for a colleague at work, an older eccentric Romanian lady notorious for telling dirty jokes. not that i’m a fan. hearing a dirty joke from an elderly woman brings a whole new level of weirdness to it, i think.

so she always wears this beanie (indoors) and i thought it was missing a little embellishment.

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she seemed pretty happy with the brooch, kissed me on both cheeks and put it on her beanie right away where it proudly stayed all day. 🙂

and lastly as it happens i might be the only one who knows how to tie a tie at my department (props and costumes) at work (local theatre)

as u all know (lol) the dress code concept is almost nonexistent in my part of the globe. white collar job people rarely actually wear white collars. or ties. or long pants for that matter. so when i was asked if i knew how to tie a tie i astonished myself and the company present and…tied a tie! last time i did it was maybe 20 years ago in my early teens.

i guess, u just never know when and which seemingly useless knowledge could be helpful in life. or something.

i leave u with this ‘naglaya morda’ (‘brazen face’) as we call him who deliberately chooses wrong times and places to take his nap

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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….. 🙂

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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‘storytime’

here’s another little drawing

many many happy hours spent like this back in the day

and here’s my last crafting endeavour:

bear-headed trash bin slipcover

bear-headed trash bin slipcover

it’s a trash bin slipcover, matching our bathroom tiles color

what i used:

shabby chrome trash bin, courtesy of our apartment previous dwellers

embroidery thread, most likely courtesy of my grandmother whom i never met, she passed away before i was born

baby rag with bear head , courtesy of some charity shop, bought to go under the cat’s and dog’s bowls to absorb some of the spilled water. i cut off the bear head and just kept it for no good reason at the time

and an odd shirt of an indefinable style, courtesy of my partner, bought  somewhere in mid 90’s.

when asked if he’ll ever gonna wear the shirt few years ago ( i could see it just hung there in the cupboard untouched for a decade or so) the answer was ”i wear it when i have a flue”.   and, surprise! he never did although the opportunity presented itself once or twice.

now every time i’m in the bathroom i see the bin and i smile. don’t need too much to cheer me up really.

and lastly here’s a couple of funtime ideas for you and one of an awesome naptime!

take care

and happy holidays to you all

p.s.  well, again, it’s not related to anything but have u heard about linda tirado ? while she is truly remarkable i don’t get why some commenters are so negative about her. thought it’s a russian-jealousy-of-the-underprivileged thing to get all upset when someone does something right for himself. i guess it’s just human nature although i’d rather prefer it was geografically/historically explainable…..

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