Medical school is next.

Posted by sol in prattle

They usually say that a first born enjoys a more thorough documentation of their early life, while the subsequent siblings and their accomplishments go unnoticed or at least never make it to the family album. In this case I have proof that we try our hardest: I have evidence of both my boys as they first learn to ride their bikes.



Mäppchen (or: Sometimes Manic ain’t Bad)

Posted by sol in craftulence, designer

When I was little I was obsessed with pens, note pads, stickers, tape etc, and I owned several and very diverse pencil cases. I still can’t go by a stationery shop without going in. Anyway, a year after I first thought of it (today I managed to start and finish a project within 4 hours, and that is awesome), now I have my very own, custom made designer’s pencil case. The orange elastic was a find during my London strolls. The material is a linen herringbone canvas that I found in an art store in Munich three or four years ago, and I use it only in very special projects because it cost the earth.

Between the layers I put some very thin bating, to give it structure and to somehow protect my pencils and things (next time I’d use something thicker); also inside there is one Ikea chopping board, of the thin flexible kind, cut in half. It’s a chopping board soul.



I played with bits of elastic and pins to decide how to arrange my stuff in the case.


One section of the pencil case is magnetic (top left in the image above). Three very powerful magnets are kept in place by some very nifty bookbinding tape. In the front 3 stitched squares indicate where the magnets are. I didn’t sew the magnets in pockets because they are so strong that they stick to the sewing machine’s presser foot making it impossible to sew. The tape works fine and in the end it will be  sandwiched inside.

On the right side, there are loops to keep pencils and pens in place and a zippered pocket for pen drives and random stuff.

Sewing the back and inserting the chopping board souls in both sides.

Here it is, finished and empty.

ahh there. Everything in place.

Folded. Tomorrow I’ll buy a very long and very orange zipper and it will be perfect. But for now, it’s great.




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My father-in-law and I share birthdays. We had a nice one, and my kids are gorgeous. Also quite funny.

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Posted by sol in designer, globe-trotting

{I just got back from London. A very intense 4, 5 days. Learning, walking (sorest feet evah), meeting people and missing my 3 men back at home. I’ll catch up with this neglected blog of mine, bear with me.}

[yeah it was my birdthday, I turned 31. I'm an old hag]

Soooooo… here it goes:

Day 1. Wednesday, London is so damn close that at 10 AM I was already dropping off my luggage at Harrods. Yay for that. £3 and I could move freely without having to go all the way to my ass-far hotel. I walked to the Victoria & Albert Museum for that exhibition on Postmodernism, which by the way I loved. Especially because I realized that I’m pretty postmodern myself. Anyway, I have no photos of that because a)photos are not allowed, and b)I had forgotten to charge my iphone the night before so the battery was flat so no sneaky secret phone camera photos either. Anyway, it was pretty cool. And it took me forever to get there because I stopped at every store that inspired me.

Theeeeeen, I went to Shoreditch to look for my birthday present, which I found, and then I walked (my feet thank me from the heart) to the Barbican Centre where I caught Midnight in Paris, which is great and I loved it, because Owen Wilson is a fabulous neurotic just like Woody Allen is in Annie Hall, and the script is just brilliant. And after that I was completely wiped out and went to my hotel, and died for the night.


The next day was Thursday, and the conference started at 2, so I had the morning to wander. Also, to buy a shitload of books, for the kids and for me. That wasn’t so smart because then I had to lug around said books all over London and my feet weren’t so thrilled. But oh well. I came across this book

and while I didn’t buy it, I will look for it in the library, because I believe that being a great designer also means understanding the possibilities and limitations of printing technology. Or so they say.

Theeeen I couldn’t wait to go drool over the most amazing store on earth, Liberty of London

It was hard to resist, but I am not allowed to buy more fabrics because I have too fucking many.

and also too many little dishes and bowls. And I had to choose, either these or my marriage. I stuck with my marriage thank you very much.

Then I walked and walked and walked, gathering cool stuff in the mean time. I got Christmas sorted out, more or less.

Finally I went to the venue where Typo London 2011 was held. I got off the tube train and faced a dilemma: a very crowded lift or this:



what did I do? well…. Let’s see. I put myself in awful situations all the time, I don’t know why, maybe to test myself. Yeah, I took the stairs. And I took them 5 more times. And I loved it, and I think I’ll buy a stairmaster.

Anyway, I spent that and the following 2 days in the conference and they blew my mind and I might blog about that later or maybe not. For sure now I’m going to bed.







Posted by sol in craftulence, designer

Long time no see!

Straight to the point: Glass. This semester my project is all about glass and wine. The idea is to design an object made of glass that in some way is connected to wine, so duh, a wine glass, a caraffe, a decanter a bottle, or something in between. So far we’ve visited a couple of wineries and attended a 4 day workshop at a glass research center. Here we learned a bit about glass fusion (I made a rectangular plate), pâte de verre fusion in moulds (I wanted to make special buttons, and I ended up with three stubby cylinders that I’ll be using as pattern weights), and finally glass blowing (I made a tequila shot).W’ll be also visiting Austrian wine glass maker Riedel, a glass blower in Murano and a glass art exhibition at the Biennale.








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