Thursday, 21 April 2011

Lacey, part 2 (and a plea for old photo slides)





This one barely made it to the shop before it was already gone. The same goes for several other pieces! I'm absolutely delighted by this sudden blast of orders (i.e. the money couldn't have come at a better time, you guys saved my trip and my art project and many other things)!

There's something comforting in the soft fuzziness of this handmade lace paper - and also in the dimensions of this book. I have a special fondess for books that are either tall and slim or simply square-ish. I try to surround myself with aesthetically pleasing things. I claim that aesthetically pleasing is not the same as beautiful, but I may be the only one who thinks so.

Speaking of aesthetics; If you happen to have any useless old photo slides you can bear to part with, they would have a good future as a part of my visual poetry project. There's a good chance they will be written on, cut, destroyed or possibly even shown as is. If you're interested in donating a slide or two or a hundred, drop me a line. You can find my e-mail address in my profile or you can leave me a comment with yours. Thanks so much in advance!

Monday, 18 April 2011

White (and all other shades of colourlessness)






This, and many more, on Etsy, at last. All the matchboxes from my calendar are finally there too. I know it's April, but my wall calendar is STILL in November. My life, and all the other excuses. I haven't even tried making anything colourful art-wise; neutral is what I need&want.

Thank you all for your sweet response to my last post. I felt silly writing it, so I'm glad it was worth feeling a bit silly.

PS. a bark sailboat like you've never seen before. the text is unfortunately only in Finnish, but maybe Google can help you translate it. a guy and a boat and a trip from Finland to Estonia, across the sea.

The ring story








I promised you the ring story a good while ago, and here it comes: Way back (like, several years ago) when I was getting married, I said to J that I would like to have a silver ring with a mother-of-pearl inlay. He asked around and no one agreed to make us one, and I think someone actually said it couldn't be done. So J got me another kind of ring and we got married and then three years later divorced. (He's still an amazing guy and a good friend, so I guess I didn't break his heart too badly.) After living on my own for a while I met V and told him straight that I'm not planning to get married again, at least not any time soon. We've been traveling back and forth between cities, missed each other, enjoyed the time alone... You get the picture. Now I'm moving in with him and saying bye bye to my noisy home high up above the parking lot and hello to his sweet first-floor cave by the park and everything feels right. And I'm still not planning to get married. But when I found my ring on Etsy, made by the incredibly talented and sweet Meital, I knew it was made for me. I told V I would marry myself with that ring just because I can't divorce myself and damn that ring was perfect for me. So, I got married with myself at Bossaliina while eating tasty tomato soup and chatting with a strange lady who soon noticed the lack of the local dialect in my speech and etc.... An end of an era, somehow. It didn't feel like I finally got the wedding ring I was supposed to have before, it felt like finally having something I should've had ages ago. And it was just too good to be a simple coincidence, Meital said the ring had been waiting for me for a year in her shop. 

I only wear silver, never gold. I've always loved mother-of-pearl; now it reminds me of my mother and her mother (who says "pärlemor" in Swedish) and all the women in my family line (like Saima, of whom I often write about). Already as a child I played with mother-of-pearl buttons and buckles that had been passed through at least a couple of generations, and I still play with the same things, and I gather a collection around them so that when I'm gone there will be something beautiful left behind. I like how seeing the ring makes me think of happy thoughts. One edge of the mother-of-pearl inlay has a pattern like tears; this is me, happy and crying. And this is me and my family. And this is me, whom I cannot leave.


The ladies in the photos are not my family, but they do look strangely familiar. I was going through every antique shop in Turku with V when he got an interview request and all of a sudden I needed to become a newspaper photographer so that the interview and book critique could be accompanied by an artsy poet photo. The photos were my reward for the job. I love picking out my favourite girls from huge stacks of cabinet portraits, there's something magical in it. I tend to choose women who look alike, men who look either handsome or quirky or boys who look simply awkward. Young girls aren't that interesting for some reason, maybe it's because they're often so doll-like and it's hard to imagine what they were like in real life. I do like imagining.



I might just as well tell you another story now that I'm on a roll, I promise I won't stay this wordy in the future. When I started studying English at the age of 9 everyone in the class was given an English name that was somehow alike their Finnish name. So my English class name was Kate. And somewhere up north from where I lived there was this guy who was named William in his class. Next week we happen to be in town when the other William and Kate are having their little party. I swear it's a coincidence! I had no idea until just a couple of days ago, I'm so off the map with what's going on in the world. Like Easter and May Day and all the other stuff that happens every years.

That's all for now.

Yours truly,
Sleepless in Finland

Saturday, 16 April 2011

Lacey, part 1









linen blend covers, vintage lace, board, paper, linen thread
approx. 15x15cm, 132 pages of acid free grayish brown 100% recycled paper

I keep going back to my vintage lace collection whenever I'm in the mood for books that are a bit more romantic; to me the combination of delicate lace and visually rougher linen is pure perfection. Maybe that's the most romantic my style gets, I'm not too into frills and tricks... I love how these type of books can be used as wedding guest books or as the everyday journal. Simplicity and harmony please me.

My move up "north" has occupied my thoughts lately; lots of planning, lots of things to do. A month and a half to go still, but I already feel like running out of time as unfortunately there's more to life than moving and designing diy kitchen tables. My inner interior designer has some pretty amazing projects in progress and in mind anyway. V is giving me free hands to do whatever I want with our home (so far!). I say it's going to be fairly interesting to turn a two-poet-guy-bachelor-roommate flat into a two-poet-relationship-household. But I do have a feeling our home may well be the awesomest in town once everything is in it's right place. V is cool like that, and my random stuff is cool too.

On Monday I'll be back home again, hopefully listing this book on Etsy, as well as a bunch of others I have yet to blog about. I'll try to have everything done by Wednesday, so that you will have a chance to snag your favourite and have it in the mail before I'm off to London for a week. Yay <3


ps. Is it totally weird to have moved so many times in the last couple of years that I actually have a tag here called "moving"?

Sunday, 10 April 2011

up&down


Spring. I'll be back very soon. 

Today was the first day I didn't wear boots this year. Today is the first day this year it's fine to be at home in Turku with V, and not feel like I'm already buying the next train ticket to go somewhere else. (We'll be here until Thursday before we're off to read some poetry in Jyväskylä.) V's book is out and for sale. I have a stack of finished handbound books waiting to be photographed as well as other crafty things I wish to show you some day soon. -ish.