Thursday, February 14, 2013

Some Patchwork & Fashion Drawing


Teisipäevast algas üks suur toredus - lapitehnika. Kartsin, et ma ei jõuagi kunagi selle valikaineni. Aga siin ta on - väike step by step seeria minu esmasündinust, nõelapadjast. 

From Tuesday I could finally start with one of my favourite textile techniques - patchwork! I was pretty worried about the fact that maybe I will never get a chance to take this subject at school. But here I am, happily engaged with patchwork. I hope you enjoy the little step by step picture series of my firstborn - pincushion. 








Sellega saigi minu teisipäev sisustatud.
Kolmapäevaks sulgesin end taas oma tuppa nagu väike koopaorav ja tegelesin kurikuulsa moejoonisega. Ta on nüüd mul kohe-kohe küps. Nii et peagi saan õmblema asuda.. Võib-olla kunagi koidab päev, kui ma selle aine päriselt valmis saan...

That is all about my Tuesday.
On Wednesday I crawled into my room like a caveman to communicate with my infamous fashion drawing. (S)he should be done very-very soon and this means I may start sewing in the near future.. Maybe sometime dawns the day when I am actually done with this subject... 


Mul meenus, et täna on sõbrapäev. Tore. Kunagi ma fännasin seda ja vaimustunult saatsin inimestele südant nõretavaid sõnumeid ja vehkisin roosasid või punaseid ninnu-nännusid valmistada. Aga siis ma olin 12. Nüüd ma olen täheldanud, et paljud on seda päeva kõige selle mannavahu peale vihkama hakanud. See mulle ka päris ei meeldi. Täiesti tore, kui keegi sulle mingi vahva üllatuse teeb või kui linn on täis paarikesi, kes vähemalt korra aastas üritavad romantilised olla. Aga 12 ma enam pole ja kellegagi paar ka veel mitte, nii et... Mnjah. Ega mitte-sõbrapäeval mu sõbrad siis mitte-toredamad ole. 
Häid sõpru ja palju armastust ka nende vastu, keda on raske armastada! 
Ja seda kõike igaks päevaks.

I discovered that today is Valentine's Day. Nice. In Estonian it is often related to frends and called the day of friend's or the friend's day or something like that. I remember the time when I used to admire this day and send passionate messages to my friends and make fluffy pink and red crafts. But then I was 12. Now I see that many people hate all that cheesiness related to the Valentine's Day. I quite do not like that either. I find it cute when somebody makes you a little surprise gift or when the whole city is full of couples, who, at least try to be romantic once a year. But I am not 12 any more and I am not part of a romantic relationship, so... Shoot. 
Still, there is no doubt about the fact that my friends are special to me every day. Not only on that specific 14th February. 
Many great friends and much love towards people who are difficult to love. 
Every day. 

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Smells Like Spring & Fashion Drawing


Etskae, etskae, ma elasin gripi kahe päevaga üle ja olen täiesti vertikaalselt toimetanud (kui mitte siblinud) juba peaaegu terve nädal. Täna võis õues tunda õrnhämarat kevadehaisugi. See on selline spetsiifiline lõhn, mida tunneb ainult talve viimase kolmandiku lähenedes, kui tänavatele tekivad need rahvuslikud muda-jäähanged ja päike tekitab salajasel lumesulatamisel sellist rõsket, aga paljutõotavat olemist, mis viitab sellele, et võib-olla kunagi, kunagi hästi kauges tulevikus on lootust, et tuleb suvi...Tššš! Jaa, seda peab sosinal unistama, sest äkki ta ehmatab muidu ära selle külma talve peale ja ei tulegi sel aastal...

Wohoo! Look at me, I survived and recovered from the flu in two days. I've been rushing around almost a week now. Today I experienced the very special smell of spring that I might come across only in late winter when the air is very damp. It's a kind of smell which comes from the melting snow when the sun is shining and there are national Estonian mud-ice-drifts on the streets. This smell makes me wanna' hope maybe one day it's summer again... I better dream about such things in a whisper because our winter might scare her and in that case she might leave Estonia this year...



Siin on minu kevadekuulutajad. Jaa, mis siis, et nad peaksid küll mustache'id olema ja rohkem novembrikuu teema alla käima, aga praegu on kätte jõudmas kevad, nii et olgu nad siis hoopis linnukesed (E)Giptimaalt, kes meile siia Eestimaale nüüd tagasi lendama hakkavad. 
Meebruar.

Here are my harbingers of the spring. I know that actually they're mustasches and  usually supposed to be the symbol of November but in the middle of waiting for the spring let them be birds flying back from Egypt. 
Mebruary.  





Selle nädala märksõnaks on moejoonis. Ja kerge frustratsioon. Kümnete viisi figuure ja toatäis kõikvõimalikke paberitükke, tušši pritsmeid ja grafiidpuru. Mis teha, kui kool vajab lõpetamist ja käes on viimane semester. Aga eks näis, kui viimane see semester minu jaoks saab olema. Siin kohal minu soe soovitus - ei ole eriti kasulik jätta viimasele semestrile eriti töömahukaid aineid. Hetkel tundub küll nii, et iseseisvate tööde maht on kergelt üle pea kasvamas. Samas tuleb tunnistada, et vahel paneb paanika mind just intensiivsemalt tegutsema. Nii ma siis koostasin endale KAVA, kuidas toimida, et see semester üle elada. Viskasin peale Roisin Murphy ja jalg hakkaski natuke tatsuma ja õlg õõtsuma. Käsi haaras pliiatsite järele ning kolme päevaga saigi märkimisväärne töö tehtud... Ohh-oi, kui palju veel teha...
Peatsete postitusteni - ärge siis neid suunurki unustage.

The key words for this week would deffinately be fashion drawing. And a slight frustration. Dozens and dozens of figures and a room full of any kind of papers covered with ink and graphite. Oh well, I need to finish the school and it's the last semester to take myself together. But let's see if it's going to be the last one for me.. A little usuful advice from me - it's not quite handy to leave the most laborius duties on the last semester. At the moment I feel that there are too many things to do and too much homework to chew. But to be honest, this panic makes me wanna' DO things and be more hard-working than ever before. Thus, I made a small plan when and what am I supposed to do to survive this semester. I turned Roisin Murphy on and suddenly I felt how my feet started to lumber and shoulders sway.. my hands crabbed for the pencils and after three days I realised how much work I had finished.. Sigh, still there is so much more to do...
Until we meet again - don't forget your laughing dimples.