Apr
30

upsides of the addictive personality.

Posted by sol in craftulence

The second gumdrop pillow: satisfying like eating a whole sacher torte, without the calories. I’m loving IKEA fabrics.


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Apr
27

First ride on the slide. (ripped pants) (mine)

Posted by sol in prattle


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Apr
26

just leave me alone, thank you very much

Posted by sol in prattle

It all began on Wednesday: in addition to my period, we had guests for dinner. One guest, to be honest. Thierry came from France and we had him over. He got a bit tipsy and left when it was already very late. I forgot to ask Damiano to please sleep till 10 the morning after, so at 7 he was already singing and dancing. No mercy for me. On Thursday I hosted a fondue bourguignonne dinner party at home. The overeating was offensive, and again sleep was scant. Yesterday we went for a little hike with my friend Katie and her troop. While I was playing with Damiano on a slide, it happened: My big butt tore a gigantic hole in my pants. I was wearing pink striped panties. It was verrrry embarrassing but as Katie noted, luckily the audience was limited. We came home exhausted, but headed shortly after towards Innsbruck for a sushi dinner. Overeating, under-sleeping, yet again.

Today I have finally enjoyed a quiet sunny day of fasting and resting, and I don’t want to see anybody.


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Apr
23

a little update

Posted by sol in prattle

but maybe you have noticed already.

CIPRALEX works.

It has made the anger and sadness go away, creativity and excitement come back.

I still find it hard to go through a rainy day but I suppose that’s next.

Thank you thank you thank you Lundbeck. I will never rant against pharmaceutical companies again. (okay, just the bad ones)


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Apr
21

Gumdrop ottoman.

Posted by sol in craftulence

Remember this?

Here is my take on Amy Butler’s Gumdrop pillow / Ottoman.

The Fabrics are from IKEA and the filling is polyester for stuffed animals. (darn expensive stuff)

I loved how easy it was to make, took me about 90 minutes in all.

This one is a gift for my friend Chrissy.


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Apr
20

Guest Bathroom

Posted by sol in I wanted to be an architect

Pink squid and yellow duck courtesy of Damiano.


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Apr
18

One year ago, today.

Posted by sol in images, my sons are smarter than me


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Apr
17

Drooling about on Etsy.

Posted by sol in art, craftulence

I’m completely in awe of these recycled Lego brick bracelets from Emiko-o Reware Jewelry.

Inspired by hardware, haute couture, and salvaged materials, emiko oye creates one-of-a-kind urban jewelry and sculptures from recycled materials and precious metals. Her works strive to subtly transform the identity of everyday mundane objects to inspire new dialogs about our relationship with the environment. e

And what about these cake hair clippies? I would like to have a daughter just to have an excuse to buy this cutesy.

Or these geysha hair clips from Meeting Street designs.Ohhh.


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Apr
17

Bad, bad girl.

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

I am known for being ruthless, but I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the second sponge cake I baked on Saturday: it was sitting in the cupboard, all sad and alone. I tried to regain my composure, but there was nothing to do. I had to do it. I went out for a pot of mascarpone and the rest is history. The bottom layer is soaked in espresso and the middle layer in Amaretto di Saronno. The eggs are organic eggs.

My thighs are never going to talk to me again.


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Apr
16

Life is made of details.

Posted by sol in I wanted to be an architect

Back in 2004 I spent a weekend in Paris with my dear friend Alessandra. I was young, careless and had a credit card backed by my generous grandfather’s bank account. Those times are long gone now, yet I keep very good memories of them.

Anyway, on that occasion, at the flea market of St. Ouen de Clignancourt I picked up this baby Thonet arm chair for something like 20 euros. I was sure that one day my son or daughter would sit proudly on it.


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