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Merry Christmas

I hope you are well, wherever you are and whatever you are celebrating at the moment. Enjoy the time, the holidays, the weekend, the food, the people, the magic, the gifts, enjoy life!

Ich hoffe euch geht es allen gut und ihr geniesst die Feiertage, wo auch immer ihr seid und was ihr feiert! Ich wünsche euch eine schöne Zeit, schöne Festtage, ein schönes Wochenende, gutes Essen, wunderbare Menschen, etwas Zauber, Geschenke und dass ihr mir eurem Leben zufrieden seid!

Merry, blessed Christmas time – W.T. (Walter Trittelvitz?), 1930 (or 1938?)

See you soon, love

ette

Detective Stories

The first two weeks of April I spent in France, in Lyons again, to be precise. No holidays, but a fabric analysing class. Still I had enough time to visit my favourite antique book shop in the old city, the Librairie Diogène.

One book I bought there wasn’t a standard printed book, but a notebook full with poems, songs and drawings, created by a french soldier during his military service and shortly after, between 1898 and 1904. As I bought it on Saturday and browsed through it the same evening, I found something that determined my plans for the next day.

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This drawing is near the end of the book, he made it after his service already back home in Lyon. The church isn’t special, but I liked that he had given the exact place where he had been whilst drawing, 8 Rue Burdeau, 5th floor. And he even wrote down the name of the church itself, Eglise du Bon-Pasteur. Much different than the young author more than 100 years ago, I had internet access and was able to search for the address and the church itself.
And it proved to have quite an interesting story, so I decided to spend my Sunday with a little hunt for and  into history.

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Bon Pasteur – from my window, 8, R. Bordeau, 5th floor

The next day  I went to the quarter of Croix-Rousse and to 8, Rue Burdeau. Of course I wasn’t able to access the 5th floor, but it was already very rewarding to have found the address and the house this drawing had been made in. And as in the notebook, I saw the church!

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8, Rue Burdeau, Lyon

The building itself is pretty standard 19th century historicism, copying romanesque style and erected from 1869/1875 to 1883.
Writing, or better: drawing, at the turn of the century, this church was as good as new when the young soldier saw it through his window. For him it was a contemporary building.
Even being only 20 years of age, the church already had a little flaw (and had had it all the time): The street the church is standing in is very narrow and the hill of the Croix-Rousse-district mounts directly behind it. As is common with churches, a representative staircase was planned. I can’t tell you what happened exactly, but the church stands so close to the street that a staircase in front of the door just isn’t possible. The only solution would have been the demolition of the building on the other side of the road, a military barrack, which was impossible to think of in late 19th century France. As the church was accessible through the side entrance, the main portal was left closed and the staircase never built. Even when the barrack was demolished in 1954  the street and the church were left as such and the main entrance remained inaccessible.

View of the church standing in front of 8, Rue Bordeau
View of the church standing in front of 8, Rue Bordeau

In 1984 the church was desecrated and closed. The Ecole nationale supérieure des Beaux-Arts, since 1948 housing on the other side of the (as I said very narrow) road in said barrack, now in the building that succeeded the demolished barrack since 1960, used it as a showroom afterwards until 2008. Since then it remains closed and is slowly deteriorating. Online you can find some photos of the inside, so obviously at least graffiti sprayers know a way how to get in, I didn’t find it and had to stay outside.

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see, no chance to enter through the main gate

Even if I wasn’t able to access the church, I really liked to spend the day at places where a long forgotten man named Joseph lived and drew a church more than 100 years ago and I wondered what he thought about this stair-less oddity, maybe he even went to mass there and experienced it as what it was, a church, with a choir and prayers and light falling in through the stained glass. Supposing he was a young man in his 20ies back then, he wouldn’t live to see the church close, serve as an exhibition space and a whiteboard for graffiti artists. And depending on how he viewed the church, maybe it was better? Or would he have laughed about it, being secular and atheistic to the bone? We’ll maybe never know…

All information given in this post derive from the above linked Wikipedia-Posts.

 

Back…or not

Dear all,

As promised, my next post in early April, here it is.

Unfortunately much different than planned.
There are things in life that happen unexpectedly and that can turn your world upside down. Such a thing is just happening to me.
Please understand that I didn’t comment on your blogs recently and please excuse if there won’t be any posts in the near future on my blog. I don’t say I won’t blog anymore, maybe everything will be fine soon, who knows.

Ihr Lieben

Wie angekündigt, der nächste Post erst im April, das ist wohl jetzt.
Leider ganz anders als geplant.
Es gibt Dinge im Leben die die Welt auf den Kopf und sehr unerwartet alles in Frage stellen. In genau so einer Situation befinde ich mich wohl grad.
Bitte versteht daher, dass ich in den letzten Wochen kaum auf euren Blogs kommentiert habe und entschuldigt, falls es hier in nächster Zeit keine Posts geben wird. Ich sage falls weil ich damit nicht sagen möchte, dass ich mit dem bloggen aufhören werde und vielleicht ist auch ganz bald alles schon wieder gut, wer weiß.

See you, sooner or later,

ette

2014 – Project-rundown

Now as the year is coming to an end and my bloglovin-feed fills with reviews of the year, I feel a light pressure to write mine 😉

2014 has been a year of many changes for me personally. For the first time in my life I have been able to work in the profession I studied, I progressed in my side job, I found a phd project and I was happily able to move again and feel so much better in the new apartment now.
It has also been the year of some disappointments, a great loss and much insecurity, so nothing to be called a good year after all.
The HSF pushed my sewing output and made me try new techniques and work with antique patterns a lot, I learned very very much in the past 12 months. I am still not sure wether to participate next year again or not. Yes, I do produce more than without, but I am sure I would produce other things. I already see how the limitation of this blog to historical patterns and styles makes me hesitate to sew with modern patterns because I always fear I can’t show you enough of the things I’ve done. The challenges add their bit to this and often I don’t sew what I would like to, but what fits into the challenge and/or my blog. Of course that doesn’t mean I don’t like the stuff I make and show here, but some other projects that I am eager to try I have to put off to reach the goals I set myself. On the other hand I like a good challenge and matching a project I planned anyway with a challenge or a historical pattern has its advantages as well.

Blogwise spoken this little website moved to its very own new webspace in early 2014, I learned how to create proper watermarks and wrote 42 posts in total.
I made many new friends in the blogging world and discovered so many lovely blogs and people all around the world, XOXO to all of you!

One thing that fell behind a little this year is cooking. I did occasionally try some antique recipes, but not on a large scale. This may have to do with the flat we used to live in until August. All this long ways to and from work cost me too much energy to cook in the evening, my consumption of Pizza and store-bought Pesto increased significantly. This changed when we moved, but as you can imagine we had to settle first. Additionally I had stored my cook books in a place hard to reach and completely out of sight. I re-organized them only days ago and hopefully this will get me back on track.

Now, lets see what I made this year we call 2014 (the photos link back to the posts):


The first HSF-Challenge. A re-modelled nightshirt that completely fell apart only weeks after I made it. The fabric really was too brittle.

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The 2nd challenge, my 1872 sewing-supplies-box. Maybe one of the most time-consuming projects of the year. Still serves me very well with keeping my English-Quilt-supplies together. And because we are just talking about it:

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The third out of five parts for the quilt was finished. But there is still so much to do…

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Another HSF-challenge and my first attempt to work with a Lutterloh-Pattern, black cotton slip dress from 1941. Still being worn, but not very often.

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I was very happy to finally finish this coat in march. Despite all the doubts I had I still wear it quite often.

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My contribution to the Fall for Cotton-Sew Along. One of my favourite summer dresses, I suppose.

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The last minute “Tops&Toes”-challenge-entry, cotton stockings, fake-embroidered with golden fabric paint. Unfortunately most of the paint didn’t survive the first wash, never worn again since then.

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Another Lutterloh-project, this time from 1955/6, a replacement for my much loved black-half-circle-skirt. Still one of my wardrobe staples.

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A kind of liberty bodice from 1905/6, made for the Black&White-HSF-challenge. Still worn occasionally as an undershirt.

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One of this year’s larger projects, my late 19th century ballerina dress, made for the HSF-Art-challenge after a painting by Pierre Carrier-Belleuse. Has been in the closet since I made the photos for this post in june.

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My Bette-Davis-dress after a Hollywood-Pattern from 1934. Because it is quite extravagant I don’t wear it really often, but I still like it very much.

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The Homage-to-Schiaparelli-Shirt. Didn’t like the result at all and the fit was far from being perfect, so this is long gone.

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Vintage-Vogue-Pattern 2859. The blouse had been on the UFO-pile all the year and I finally finished it in August. Sadly I didn’t like it at all so I didn’t keep it.

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My Jackie-O.-dress I sewed at a late-night-shopping-Event in Bern. I really like the subtleness of it and wore it this autumn until it got too cold.

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The Yellow-HSF-challenge-entry, a 1940-dress. Though I had to learn that the fabric is a little see-through, I still like it for being a quite simple dress that doesn’t need to be ironed.

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Another HSF-project, this time for the “Poetry in Motion”-challenge. I still like this black 1915-skirt, but it seems as if the fabric was of rather poor quality, after the first wash it had grey marks and looks like an old jeans now (hooray for quality fabrics at this point). But I will try to dye it so I can wear it again.

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A 1872-hairbow for challenge #19. Never worn, always feel like a gift wrapping when trying. Don’t know if I will keep it because I don’t plan to make a matching 1870ies dress in the near future (or ever. The problem not being the 1870ies, but the colours).

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Yeah, my I think favourite project of 2014, the 1945-Darth-Vader-Cape. Still in love with it, at the moment it is unfortunately too cold to wear it.

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The short trip into french silk-history and my first adventure in upholstery. Still love it, still in use.

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Not really a project, but at least I altered it and turned it into something wearable for me.

Not counting this last dress and the quilt this makes 18 projects, 11 of them for the HSF. This means that I did not reach my goal of doing half of the 24 challenges but that I at least doubled the number of projects compared to last year.

I broadened the time span of my projects, from the early 1900s to the 1960ies. Still I would like to dive a little deeper into history and finally start larger projects from the 18th or 19th century, not only accessories. At the moment I am very much in love with the early 20th century as well and you have seen quite a few projects from this period in the past year already.
Well, as we are already talking about the first quarter of the past century and before someone asks: The Christmas dress is almost done. Unfortunately it is just another example of how completely unable I am to chose fabrics according to a pattern. You will see the result of this in a couple of days.

What else are my plans for 2015? I have a couple of projects that should get finished, others still wait to get started. I have no idea what the new year will bring me and how much time I will have to sew or to blog, so I shouldn’t make too many plans for this.
After the holiday-season is over I would hope to get back to my twice-a-week-blogging-schedule, though I already see how time-consuming this is after having done so only a few weeks.

I wish you all the best for 2015, thank you all for your time, your words, your support, for being in my life, see you next year!

love, ette

 

Me-Made-Mittwoch or: What I wore today

Usually there are two things that make it impossible for me to participate in the Me-Made-Mittwoch (= me made Wednesday, like me made may, but once a week): first,I forget it and only remember it took place when I read my blog feed the following morning. Second, even if I remember it I am not content with my outfit or do not wear anything selfmade that day.
Miraculously today was a day were both premises met, so welcome to the first pure outfit post in months!

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Some readers may recognize the skirt, my version of a 1955/6-Lutterloh-Pattern.

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The shirt was sewn after a Burda-Pattern (issue 2/2010) and I already made it in july 2012. There were a few holes in the sleeves’ seams I fixed a few days ago, so this feels nearly like a new garment. 🙂

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Yes, I was in a really good mood, although I had just come home from work. And no, I didn’t wear these shoes for work, but they look so much better than the burgundy loafers I wore during the day.

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shirt: ette/Burda – skirt: ette/Lutterloh – tights: Fogal, high heels: 2nd hand (Secondo Berne)/Christian Louboutin, 40s watch: flea market, ring: heirloom from my grandaunt

I wish you a nice evening, love

ette

I – wanna sew’n’craft all ni-i-ight…

…and party every day….well, kind of 😉

I am eager to announce you something a little different, something huge for me:

Next Thursday, September 11th, Bern City is hosting a Ladies night. Many shops in Berne will be open until 11pm and most of them do offer special discounts, events and similar things.

And I will participate! I will be sewing with my little Singer Featherweight in the Thalia-Bookshop inside the Loeb department store. If you happen to be in Berne, I would love to meet you!I keep it a secret what I will sew and I can’t predict if I will be able to finish it, but be sure, it’s a classic, a pattern from the book Famous Frocks (well, the german edition).

I would love to see some of you!

love, ette

back home

Yes, it’s been a while…

I am really sorry for having disappeared from the screen without saying anything at all.
It all began when someone else was chosen for a job I had so longed to get. This made me hit the ground really hard, not only because I had hoped to be the lucky one, but also because so many people had encouraged me to apply and had given me some positive signals regarding my success. Most of the weeks passed in a blur, I felt terrible, unmotivated and I have to thank my costiveness and my last bit of reason for not letting me buy my first pack of cigarettes in eight years.

The second thing that was really killing me was our apartment. I had to go by train so early each day and came back so late. It was dark, gloomy and because of its size and the little time I had left in the evening it was neither comfortably tidy or clean, in the end it was really a dusty mess. It was so loud, in the few quiet moments where no train or motor truck made it impossible to hear myself think I was able to listen to every word and every step of the landlord living above us. Our cat was so bored, being not allowed to go outside and having to wait so long until we came back from work. In the evenings, when I was barely able to cook dinner, she wanted the attention she had longed for all day. She even started to scratch herself until it bled because she didn’t know what to do with herself (not unlike me, my skin looks like a mixture of a mars desert and a volcanic eruption aftermath at the moment).

Now we moved last week into a much smaller appartment, but it is so bright and lovely, much more quiet and at the same time much brisker. You hear the street a little, but not a word from the other parties living in the house. If you open the window you can hear the distant humming of the motorway, but also chatting neighbours and playing children (the old house was completely isolated, only the landlord with his partner and us two).

Though it is smaller, all my stuff is so much better accessible (simply because I had put everything in a locker and had closed the door back in the old flat, now I had to think about how to organize my things with less space and worked a lot with boxes and magazine files on top on shelves, so I see them).

my book-shelves, a small poster I plan to hang above the flpwers still needs to be framed.
my book-shelves, a small poster I plan to hang above the flowers still needs to be framed.

I have only lived here for little more than a week, but it still feels more like a home than the old apartment did after a whole year. In this first week we did all the things we had planned since moving in the other apartment a year ago, bought furniture for the balcony and a barbeque, decorated the walls with photos and pictures, I even sewed curtains. Somehow we never had the motivation to do it in this dark cave of a flat and now it is as if we cannot wait to catch up with everything.
All this ill-feeling, moving and life as a whole made me forget about blogging, reading and posting. So I was welcomed by 5781 spam comments on my blog and 349 posts in my bloglovin-feed, please excuse that I won’t read them all, I am sure I will miss a lot. And please excuse that I didn’t answer your comments on my last posts, Jeannine, Jen, Draped in cloudlets, Amy and Anthea !

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the chest of drawers contains UFOs, things to be repaired and the like. The old prints and textile pictures I put on the right wall on purpose, because it is protected from direct sunlight.

I didn’t have much time or motivation to sew in the past few week, but I finally finished a blouse I had already started in january (you see it on my sewing mannequin). I will show it to you in a separate post.

the chest of drawers contains UFOs, things to be repaired and the like. The old prints and textile pictures I put on this wall on purpose, because it is protected from direct sunlight.
still plenty of space for more pictures^^ And while everybody else registers at pinterest I finally decided to get my own mood board.

I have to confess, the title wasn’t chosen only because I feel like being home again, but because two topic related beauties also are. My Singer Featherweight went to see the sewing machine doctor for a check-up and sews like she left the factory only yesterday. And another sewing machine made its way into my collection. My father had found a 1920ies General Electrics Sewing machine in America earlier this. The seller claimed it to be the precursor of the Featherweight,   the patent being bought by Singer and turned into the now iconic small sewing machine. My father bought it and had it sent to his girlfriend’s son, who lives in the States. This was all a few months ago and when he wanted to pick it up last month he had to see, that the seller had sent the wrong machine, instead of the small early 20th century GE one a heavy and complex 1970ies Bernina record 730. All attempts to contact the seller failed and because he didn’t want to throw it away, brought the Bernina with him, back to Germany. Last week my brother visited, helped me with moving and gave it to me. I haven’t had the opportunity to test it yet, but it looks great. It is signed with “made in Switzerland”, so this, too, is back home. If the man who assembled it somewhere here for the American market could have imagined that it will find its way back, some 40 years later?

Island of fire

Dear all!

Thank you so very much for your comments on my pink ballerina dress, both here and on facebook!
(to those who came here via facebook and may wonder why my post don’t show in their RSS-feed anymore: I had to change my url a few months ago, so when you started following before it can’t work anymore. The bloglovin-link at the bottom of the page was updated, so please renew your feed if you want to keep updated).

a beautiful balcony, somewhere in Taormina
a beautiful balcony, somewhere in Taormina

Sorry for my radio silence here since the last post. I was on holidays and hadn’t had any time to prepare some posts in advance. And as you can imagine, I didn’t sew very much, either (though I tried to make myself a dress for the holiday, but I didn’t finish it in time).

The Naumacchia, a wall with niches of still unknown purpose
The Naumacchia, a wall with niches of still unknown purpose

Normally I have a very strict policy when thinking about blog posts and holiday-photo-posts aren’t what this blog is about. But because I have nothing else to talk about and because I visited a city with a lot of history and art (so there is the connection to this blog) I decided to give you a little glimpse of what my holidays looked like.

Me wearing my Stevie Nicks dress next to Via d'Orville
Me wearing my Stevie Nicks dress next to Via d’Orville (the post presenting it doesn’t exist anymore, sorry)

These were the first holidays since a short trip to Florence 2012. Because all the holidays my boyfriend and I had had together were domitated either by sightseeing or art and museums I had to promise my boyfriend to accept bathing-relax-holidays this time. For this reason we chose Taormina on Sicily, a beautiful little city directly above the mediterranean sea with lovely old churches and enough art to keep me entertained, but not large enough to seduce me with loads of museums and giant cathedrals (the reason we didn’t go to Palermo).

The interiour of San Pancratio, built on the ruins of a greek temple
The interiour of San Pancratio, built on the ruins of a greek temple

Our hotel wasn’t located in Taormina itself, but in Mazzaró, a district of it directly by the sea, connected with Taormina via a funicular or a staircase.

The Centaur-Fountain in front of the Duomo, built in 1635
The Centaur-Fountain in front of the Duomo, built in 1635

This wasn’t only a decision saving money and nerves (because we had rented a car and parking in Taormina is really not relaxing at all), it also enabled us to go to the beach whenever we liked to, the beach being a small natural reserve with the really beautiful Isola Bella. On the island is a very small museum, showing photos of the surrounding reefs and with beautiful terraces from which you have a spectacular view over the mediterranean sea. Unfortunately large areas and even some rooms were closed, but in hindsight I should be lucky that it was open at all.

La Isola Bella
La Isola Bella

Taormina itself is famous for its beautiful buildings and its long history. The oldest buildings to witness this history are the greek ruins like the antique theatre. Today it is often called the roman theatre, because the romans enlarged and altered it, leaving no visible trace of the greek predecessor. This place gives you an amazing view on mount Etna. Unbelieveable, but the Romans built a brick wall behind the stage, so the view onto the island (as the greeks wanted it to be) was completely blocked, fortunately not much of the wall is left today and the vulcano is visible again.

Theatro graeco
Theatro graeco

Most of the town shows medieval and younger buildings, but some of the old looking landmarks are in fact reconstructions from the 19th century, so you have to be careful when judging them.

The Porta Messina, restored in the early 19th century
The Porta Messina, restored in the early 19th century

Now the maddening part of this city. I said it is famous for its history, its art. Is has rare and beautiful antiques, lots of interesting Palazzi and Churches. And it has a Saracen Castle on the hilltop above the town as well as two museums, an archeological Museum and an Antiquarium next to the antique theatre (website tells me that there are two more museums, I didn’t visit any of them and apparently they are smaller, because they didn’t appear in any of the guides I had). All three, the castle and both museums, are closed. Not for maintainance or because of anything special, in fact I have bo idea why and my guide writes that they have been closed for quite some time now.

Castello Saraceno - the locked gate
Castello Saraceno – the locked gate

So although I expected them to be closed, I am quite disappointed by this. I mean, this is a city famous for its antique heritage, attracting thousands of visitors each year and they don’t manage to keep at least one of the antique museums running?

Antique mosaics, hidden in a smelly hallway leading to the stage, that is installed inside the theatre in the summer months
Antique mosaics, hidden in a smelly hallway leading to the stage, which is installed inside the theatre in the summer months

At one day we made a trip to a nearby village called Savoca. I was confused to see numerous tourist groups stroll through it, not because of the cute little town or its monuments, but because they made guided “mafia”-tours, visiting some film-locations of F.F. Coppola’s “Godfather”. All you heard were things like “And here Coppola shot this scene” and “Look, this is the church where the marriage was filmed”. I overheard a german-speaking tour-guide telling his group that in this area of Sicily your risk your life when photografing people on the street, never knowing who they really are. Well, yes, I know that the Cosa Nostra is active in Sicily, no doubt, but still this sounds like a story a tourist guide wants to tell because it sounds so threatening.
And before someone asks: I wanted to visit this village, because there is a small Capucin convent. The rich and noble men of the village had themselves mummified and burried in the curch’s crypt, you can see their bodies, fully clothed in 18th and 19th century attire, until today (photos of the mummies can be found in the italian Wikipedia-article about Savoca)

Savoca. The church on the rocks left is the chiesa de San Nicolò, where the marriage in "The Godfather" was filmed. And the little silver car between the two busses is our hired car
Savoca. The church on the rocks left is the chiesa de San Nicolò, where the marriage in “The Godfather” was filmed. And the little silver thing between the two busses is our hired car

Savoca has a little museum, too and this was open! Though my italian is so bad that I didn’t understand a word it was really cute and I was happy to pay the 2€ entrance fee to support it. Beside an old loom and an (to me undatable but presumeably 19th century) table carpet I especially loved this little room.

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Sorry I don’t have any better photo of the whole room

The damask on the bed is painted with some cute figures and additional ornament.

love this mermaid!
love this mermaid!

But the oddest thing is this hook rack. In the middle an antique corset (I don’t even dare dating it. The cut seems to be 18th century but I don’t want to imagine something this old hanging on hooks like that), framed by some priest’s stoles (18th as well, I fear). What a combination! And all in deplorable condition, but the women at the counter didn’t speak anything but Italian so I did not want to start a discussion with them.

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Some of you who know me a little better might know that I love art, but that I am absolutely fascinated by nature. I mean, nature is everything, we are nature, art is nature (ok, we are not talking about Jeff Koons’ sculptures here) and no matter how beautiful the things are we create, seing a plant grow from a tiny seed or a small bee working as a part of a whole state is simply breathtaking to me. And so the one thing that impressed me most in this holidays is not man-made:

a little shy, hiding its face in the clouds
a little shy, hiding its face in the clouds

We visited mount Etna on sunday, it already being very active and throwing lava and rock into the air, covering us in a thick smoke smelling like sulphur. If you ever have the chance of visiting it: Do it! Standing in front of a spitting vulcano and listening to the sound of exploding lava is one of the most breathtaking experiences I have ever had.

Eruption of the south-eastern crater, seen from appr. 2550m, near the funicular hill station
Eruption of the south-eastern crater, seen from appr. 2550m, near the funicular hill station (shot with zoom lens)

You can go by car or rent a bus tour to the Refugio Sapienza, where you will find a large parking place and dozens of souvenir shops and restaurants. From there a funicular brings you to 2500m heigth. If you want to, you can walk from there or you can pay 30€ for offroad-busses to bring you as close as possible to the top. Because of the ongoing outbreak this busses stopped much sooner as normally, so you have to decide if you are really willing to spend the money when the vulcano is as active as it was last week.

in case you assumed you would be alone up there - you aren't. Photo taken at 2700m, above the Valle del Bove
in case you assumed you would be alone up there – you aren’t. Photo taken at 2700m, above the Valle del Bove

Our guide advised us to have a look at the vulcano from Taormina when it is dark and so, after having watched the football match on monday evening in a bar we stayed in Taormina until it was dark. And oh my god, I was completely overwhelmed!

Erupting Etna seen from the Piazza IX aprile, Taormina
Erupting Etna seen from the Piazza IX aprile, Taormina

I assume I stood there for over an hour, doing nothing but staring and taking photos (only for the record: from the 665 photos we took, 322 show the Etna, mostly because of the many continuous shootings I made from the eruptions). It was just too beautiful to leave. And though this outbreak endagered our departure flight, I was so grateful to see something this beautiful.

Me on the Corso Umberto I, the main street of Taormina (wearing New Look 6789 and the handbag I won from Goldkind)
Me on the Corso Umberto I, the main street of Taormina (wearing New Look 6789 and the handbag I won from Goldkind)

I hope I will be able to sew something in this remaining days of my holidays. but I definitely will cook. Inspired by the HSF, two bloggers created the Historical Food Forthnightly. And because I would like to revitalize my historical recipes on this blog, I hope I will be able to join some of the challenges.

I wish you all a lovely weekend, yours

ette

Happy Easter

I wish you all very happy Easter Holidays!

I hope weather at your place is as nice and sunny as it is here (though it could be a little warmer) and you can spend some time in the sun with your dear ones.

Burda, march 1956
Burda, march 1956

Though I assume if you planned to paint or colour some eggs you have already done this, I couldn’t help but scan these lovely art-déco-egg-designs:

 

Kunstgewerbe für's Haus, april 1905, design by M. Spieker
Kunstgewerbe für’s Haus, april 1905, design by M. Spieker

 

See you soon, love

ette

 

My Bloglovin-Link changed

Some of you reported me, that my posts aren’t shown in their Bloglovin-Feeds. After my own attemps to solve this lead to a catastrophe (blog gone, only a 404-error left, wasn’t able to log-in anymore etc.) I called the technical support and he really solved all the problems I had (well, concerning this blog 😉 ).

First, you don’t have to type in the www. anymore, my blog will be found as well when typing only parvasedapta.ch.

Second, my Blogposts are shown in your feeds again, BUT: the adress changed!
Bloglovin saved my blog with a /wordpress-adress. Now, this adress was deleted, because it was part of the problem.

Unfortunately, Bloglovin doesn’t understand, that the adress without the wordpress-ending is the same blog, I can’t delete this old adress and I can’t write to the followers of this adress (because it doesn’t exist anymore).

To be informed about new posts on this blog, please un-follow the /wordpress-adress and instead follow www.parvasedapta.ch. You can find it in my bloglovin-profile or you can simply click on the button at the bottom of this page.

Sorry for all this chaos and confusion

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Rose garden, Berne, june 2012

See you soon, love,

ette