Posted by sol in craftulence, I wanted to be an architect

Unfinished Objects:

  • Baroque chair: must finish peeling off old paint, take to reupholster, repaint.
  • Tulip stool: must sandpaper and take to car painters to paint white, reupholster.
  • Whales: must sew them: my 56 year old Bernina sewing machine will be here this week.
  • Bottle Rack: must bring the project to the carpenter, find chalkboard paint, do.
  • Try my letterpress, make home-warming party invitations.
  • Paint Michele’s obscene guitar.

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Posted by sol in craftulence, images

After the edelweiss and the violets, I decided to make a pin cushion with my favorite flower: Anemones!


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Damiano does Rome

Posted by sol in globe-trotting, my sons are smarter than me

Dear Damiano,

this past week we spent in Rome together, you and I, was a beautiful one. People stopped us in the streets, to tell me how cute you are. I must confess I felt so proud, for the way you look at me, for the way you trust me and let me soothe you. I love you to pieces!! Here’s proof that unlike many many Italians, you’ve already been to Rome.damiano_roma.jpg

Damiano & me in Piazza Navona.

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pansy, forget-me-not and hearteases

Posted by sol in craftulence, images

or What to do in Vipiteno when it keeps snowing like it were winter, part II.


A pincushion a day keeps the doctor away.

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What to do in Vipiteno when it snows.

Posted by sol in images


Amongst other things, you can sew a beautiful pin cushion entirely by hand, using this idea from a book you got for your birthday – Softies.

The design is from Bella Dia.

You can’t imagine the contentment you get when you sew the final stitch.

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Fennel gratin

Posted by sol in cuisine or at least food on the plate


1/2 cup of milk
2 tbsp butter
1 tbsp flour
4 tbsp grated parmigiano
4 tbsp shredded gruyere
1 small garlic clove

Blend and cook for 5 minutes until sauce thickens, pour over
4 fennel bulbs, cut into 8 wedges and steam cooked for 7 minutes in pressure cooker (15 minutes otherwise)
in an oven-proof plate

bake under the hot grill for 10 minutes until a nice crust forms.
Here’s a photo 10 minutes too late.

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For all you voyeurs out there

Posted by sol in I wanted to be an architect

You can take a look at my former apartment in Milan with before (when I bought it) and after(when I moved in) photos, and many other (more)amazing home-turnarounds at RenovationVoyeur

Many thanks Rusty!


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Posted by sol in my sons are smarter than me

This tub is like a bucket and it is designed to make the baby feel in a sort of uterus.

It also documents Damiano’s growth.


March 3rd 2007: first bath in the TummyTub, not really thrilled about it.


April 24th 2007 : one of the first baths at Home, still not very sure he likes water.


November 5th 2007: yesterday, sitting in the Tub, holding head on his own and playing with the water.

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My little Pirate

Posted by sol in my sons are smarter than me


He must have inherited his right eye from me, because it is a lazy eye.

But no problem, we just cover the left eye and now let’s see how you gonna make that eye move.

(he wasn’t really amused by this patch, but it surely is becoming – I want one too!!)

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Laitakaupungin valot (Lights in the Dusk, Le luci della sera)

Posted by sol in life, poetry

Kaurismaki in Vipiteno. That, I never thought of as possible. Thanks to my friend Christiane who proved me wrong. The city theater offers good movies, not italian crap or hollywood blockbusters, once a week. Today it was a beautiful evening.

I cooked risotto with green pumpkin and bacon, I won playing cards against my loving husband, who cleaned up the whole deal and tucked baby to bed while I was enjoying one of my favoritest things ever: the cinema.

The movie was beautiful, beautiful bold colors, theatrical scenes and noir, all with a hint of melancholy and humor together. And a fantastic soundtrack, with the opening and closing songs both by Carlos Gardel. The first one I have blogged in the past. The other one is here, beautiful beautiful song.


El dia que me quieras.

Carlos Gardel

Acaricia mi ensueño
el suave murmullo de tu suspirar.
Como rie la vida
si tus ojos negros me quieren mirar.
Y si es mio el amparo
de tu risa leve
que es como un cantar,
ella aquieta mi herida,
todo todo se olvida.

El día que me quieras
la rosa que engalana,
se vestirá de fiesta
con su mejor color.
Y al viento las campanas
dirán que ya eres mía,
y locas las fontanas
se contaran su amor.

La noche que me quieras
desde el azul del cielo,
las estrellas celosas
nos mirarán pasar.
Y un rayo misterioso
hara nido en tu pelo,
luciernaga curiosa que veras
que eres mi consuelo.

El día que me quieras
no habra más que armonía.
Será clara la aurora
y alegre el manantial.
Traerá quieta la brisa
rumor de melodía.
Y nos daran las fuentes
su canto de cristal.

El día que me quieras
endulzara sus cuerdas
el pajaro cantor.
Florecerá la vida
no existira el dolor

La noche que me quieras
desde el azul del cielo,
las estrellas celosas
nos mirarán pasar.
Y un rayo misterios
hará nido en tu pelo.
Luciernaga curiosa que veras
que eres mi consuelo.

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