Made by Wooni

I have added several new items to the shop, and since I am high on vitamin D, I  thought I would share a bit of my happiness by having a giveaway. All you have to do to win this wooniphant bag is either leave a comment or like my facebokk page. On June 8th I will randomly pick the winner.

So come on by :)

try and try again

For the past week I have been trying to post. I have written long posts involving sleep deprivation and aleviation, patchwork frenzies, outdoor enjoyment, and granny square-ness. All of these posts were never completed and then magically erased by my lovely little number 1. He is now computer savy and knows how to use our tablet to draw, play with trains, and memory. Either way, here goes ones again...

The weather has finally been behaving like it should be in May, maybe it has been overcompensating for the fact that we still had to wear our winter jackets in April, but I am happy that the littles can bare their skin to the sun and not freeze. It has truly been a delight to work in our jungle of a garden, set up sandboxes and wooden houses, children benches and table and chairs, and finally be able to sit and enjoy our outside space.  On saturday we invited the neighbors over for outside feast. I attempted to make burritos while holding Sarah and watching Basti and the neighbor girl, beloved Amelie run wild in our crooked little house. It was pure chaos. But I was still able to pull it off with burnt fingers, grease stained tshirt and frazzled hair. At least there was a nice bottle of wine waiting for me on the table. 

The weekend continued to be lived outdoors, and at moments I was allowed to retreat up to my little area to pieace together a bit of patchwork. I have been hit by the beauty of colorful geometric shapes and have been in love with this and this. And as things go I continued to wander off through cyberspace and encountered some wonderful blogs and patterns. 

I found Noodle head and had to buy her "go everywhere" bag pattern, and then because one was just not enjoy I found Ithinksew  and had to get the sadie crossbag. I started making the crossbag, and of course...my machine had to get all confused and tangled. I am not a machine person, but I desperately wanted to make and have a bag...so I caved and now I broke it. So I am back to handsewing 

It is more slow pace, but more enjoyable at the same time. You feel at each stitch, judge how much distance and you feel as you pierce through the fabric; the ease or resistance that it might give. With the machine you can create things so quickly, that you do not savour the creation it self. ANd when you finally finish something that is hand sewn, I at least have this deep sense of accomplishment because. I feel accomplished with the machine, however it is accompanied by the rushed sense  that I tend to get. It is a combination of feeling rushed, but your body seems to move slowly. As if your internal pace has been wound up and your body just cannot catch up. Maybe I am the only one that feels this, hoepfully you understand...eitherway, I tend to feel this way after using the machine. 

And as I try to slow my pace, I gazed through our little patch and spotted two blushing strawberries. Look at how wonderfully rich that soil is. I have never been a plant person, but I am in love with our little bit of earth. It is ours, and I am still wrapping my mind our that idea. Our garden, our plants, growing in our soil. I just love sitting out there. You hear nature around you, and the hourly train pass by. But even that is soothing. It is not loud like in Ludwigshafen, but more of a swooshing sound, a gentle reminder that the busy city is near by. 

never thought a small village in the middle of the Palatine forest would bring so much happiness, but it has. I am truly so happy here.

The dust has settled

I feel so refreshed, renewed; as if the ocean cleansed me and removed all the stains and tears my stress had made. 

 

To feel the sand and hear the seagulls above me brought back such a good feeling. It made me feel like I was home. I needed this trip. I had no idea how much I needed it until we came back, and it was as if I was me again. 

I had only been once before to the North sea. Back then I had short red dyed hair and the mister and I had only known each other for about four months. Who knew the next time I would return would be two kids later. It was such a joy to bring the littles all the way up to the tip of Germany to experience the wonder and joy that is being on a beach. THe 6 hours in the car we not so wonderful or joyous, mainly tedious and difficult. There was everything to chocolate bribes, song singing, dog growls, and torn blouses. But it was all worth it. 

As we walked through city centers I remembered how fond people are of ther bikes up there. Everyone seemed to have one and I recalled how much I used to love bike riding. It definitely gave me the itch to saddle up again. 

And who could forget the wind that seems to constatly blow that fresh ocean air into your face. The first day we were there it was cold, but it did not stop us. We had to see the beach, feel the sand, and stare of at large boats drifting far off to the harbour. We were lucky enough to have good weather the rest of our stay, so the wind was welcome to cool the sun off of our backs.

The boats

The sand

Glorious. 

 

where the wind takes us

We are currently enjoying the wonderful breezy weather of the Northsea. The days have swept by us as we have enjoyed the salty air, the midafternoon obligatory ice cream cones, and walks through boating towns where fish markets and tea houses are on every corner. 

More on our glorious getaway when I have decent internet.

a little message

There is such a joy at receiving letters, especially post cards. There is just an added sweetness because of their beautiful pictures or illustrations. Not only do you get to hear from a loved one you also get a glimpse of where they were, or a little thought they might have had that day. 

These were given to me by a close friend when he went to his homeland, Morocco. 

I have always enjoyed buying postcards whenever I travel. I use them not only to greet family or friends, but also I use them as bookmarks. I prefer their size, sturdiness and the fact that whenever I open my book I am instantly reminded of something pleasant. They are a nice smile inducer, and its always good to smile, good for the soul. 

So as my infatuation continues everyday as it has for several years now, I thought why not make postcards out of cloth. Of course I thought it would be nice to send one to my mother and grandmother, but the postal service to Colombia is any but reliable. And when something finally arrives to Bogota months have passed. So, I still decided to make one, maybe for her birthday, and since I am still obsessed with little houses my first is part of my house study.

I have the idea of offering these to anyone who would like one. You could choose ifferent designs and have your own personalized embroidered message. I think these would be a real keepsake. What do you think? 

So I have added a coming soon of these to my shop in addition to the bunnies I made for the littles. I have many pregnant friends and have had them in mind since Sarah has been quite fond of her little bunny. 

Hello there Sunday

Ah a nice calming Sunday morning. 

 I was greeted this morning by some lovely fresh flowers while I waited for my beloved Tassimo machine to master the deliciousness that is my morning macchaito. Oh how I love you coffee machine. 

And even better is to sit and enjoy my hot elixer while flipping through a newly aquired magazines.

It was full of mind tickling ideas for our garden. 

Yesterday I was determined to find things for the garden. The mister and the littles came along as we went from store to store with ideas of finding something better, cheaper. But alas, the only thing I brought home was the dream filled magazine. Oh well...

The shopping venture was not a full bust. Basti was able to bring home some window markers and enjoyed drawing monsters while looking out the living room window and greeting the passer byers. 

And as streaks of yellow and red filled our old single pane windows I continued on with the happy little house. 

So far it has been a wonderful Sunday morning.

Its been a while

I have been neglecting the internet for a while now. I just haven't had the umph to sit down a write. The weather has been too nice to sit inside, so we have been enjoying the sunlight. The littles have been very entertained with all the outside fun. We have gone to fresh markets, playgrounds, fishing in our little creek, and of course played in sand pits and driven the obligatory bobby car. 

It has been wonderful, and the sunlight as recharged my soul, hopefully my body will follow along. But either way, it has still been wonderful. Especially since I can now start planning our family vacation to the Adriatic coast. 

I am very excited. I miss the Ocean, the salty breeze, the soft sand, just not so much the heat. But I will take it along with some motrin for my head (heat = headaches )because it is Italy. I can already taste the delicious food, hear the melodic rythm of italian as they charge us for everything, and feel the warmth of an italian summer. 

Eitherway, back to reality. Soon enough we will be making the 11 hour drive down to the coast. But for now i have my happy little house. I have been stitching away, pouring myself into this little colorful scene. It truly makes me happy whenever I work on it. 

Ah a bunting line. It always makes it more festive doesn't it? Soon our little garden will also be adorned by a zip line of yellows, and oranges, and red flags flapping in the wind.