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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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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. ¬†ūüôā

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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. ūüôā

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….. 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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