Archive for October, 2010

A Golden October

 

 

MavisandFrank in print!

Good news for fans of MavisandFrank’s signature item –  the beaded necklace. All secrets are now well and truly out. For step-by-step instructions and special tips, see the most recent issue of Handcrafted Jewelry Magazine. Imagine my delight when Fed-Ex placed the following in my hands

Thank you to editor Danielle Fox for inviting me to be part of this issue. If you’re a collector of MavisandFrank memorabilia (Hi Mum!) and would like a copy, they can be ordered here from Interweave Press. You’ll find jewelry projects from many other designers to inspire your inner craftster.

Donna Hay and Käsekuchen

There are many reasons why a girl decides to make a cheesecake. A beloved sister flies home to Australia, the weather turns decidedly chilly, or perhaps one’s church is hosting a Pudding Club. Though my recipe collection now languishes back in Australia, I have one from its number committed firmly to memory – a Blueberry Swirl Cheesecake. Donna Hay is not my favourite celebrity chef. How many times can one wrap a chicken breast in prosciutto and call it a recipe? Her team of stylists and photographers do make every page a wonder; I’m not above enjoying my mother’s copies even as she tries indignantly to protect them from the scathe of a cynical daughter. And I’d have to admit that if ever there’s a need to be a little impressive in the kitchen, the Blueberry Swirl is pretty hard to beat. Here are my tips for making it look (almost) as impossible as Donna’s:

Don’t even consider making this without a springform baking tin. Nope.

When drizzling your fruit use a piping bag or something with a narrow pouring lip. Drizzle in thin parallel lines. Less is more – you want plenty of white space. I’ve been known to “bury” half the fruit mixture in the cake before adding the drizzles.

Keep your knife at a ninety degree angle to the cake (very important). Drag it slowly through the lines  in a perpendicular direction. You’ll be having lots of fun, but stop before you go overboard.

Don’t be tempted to exceed the 50-60 minute oven time. The cake should should still wobble when it comes out. Overbaking produces an unglamorous brown colour and grainy texture. Covering the tin with foil helps.

Leave it in the fridge for as long as you can, overnight if possible. Your wobbly cake will become firm and solid. Slice it carefully with a chilled knife. Oh, and if Martha Stewart drops in for a chat, give her my number.

Prague

Wild and woolly

This week happens to be Britain’s very first National Wool Week as part of HRH’s Campaign for Wool. Being somewhat of a wool purist (to the point of near fanaticism) I’m sharing with you some of my favourite woolly items on Etsy. Wool is an amazing fibre; it can keep you warm in winter and cool in summer, it can repel moisture and insulate, it’s durable, beautiful and versatile. Best of all, unlike synthetic fibers, it breaks down at the end of its life.

Cloche Hat in Vintage Khaki Tweed with Vintage Buckle

Cloche hat in vintage khaki tweed with vintage button by bonniesknitting

 

Zigzac arm warmers  Marine

Zigzac arm warmers in marine by deleriumkredens

 

Hand Knitted Heather Gray and Vintage French Lace Clutch

Hand knitted heather grey and vintage French lace clutch by monamivie

 

Marilyn... the eternal romantic

Marilyn… the eternal romantic by EmmaLamb

 

Egg / felted slippers Women's size US 8,5 Euro 39

Felted Slippers by Onstail

 

Big Felted Rose by AVAoriginal

Big Felted Rose by AVAoriginal

 

Egg cup and cozy set

Egg cup and cozy set by NorahSmith

 

Knee High Socks Red Lace with ties

Knee High Socks – red lace with ties by pinkcandystudio

 

handmade iphone/ipod touch wallet

Handmade iphone/ipodtouch wallet by qtpiworkshop

 

Soleil Cowl - Oversized Knit Merino Wool and Cashmere Neckwarmer

Soleil Cowl by TickledPinkKnits

 

Cafetiere Cosy - Moss Green/Burnt Orange

Cafetiere cozy moss green/burnt orange by fieldytweed

 

Oatmeal and winter white felted nesting bowls by blackbirddesignhouse

 

Rose Wool Satchel

Rose wool satchel by Woolybison

 

Owl Pillow --- Grey Wool Tweed body, Mustard Yellow face --- Mid Century Modern

Owl pillow by birdenvy



Green apple by woollyduck

 

 

Lichtfest Leipzig

In September 1989 I was five years old. I was probably learning to write my name or count. A long way away, a group of people were gathering on Monday evenings at the Nikolaikirche in Leipzig. They prayed for an end to the control and intimidation that governed their daily lives and expressed their wishes for a democratically elected government. By September several thousand people were attending these gatherings. Many were arrested and violence was used. Leipzig newspapers raised the possibility of a “Chinese solution” to the Monday demonstrations. Threats were made.

On Monday October 9th, 1989 Leipzig was hosting one of its historic trade fairs, western media had been allowed to enter for the occasion. Beds had been prepared in hospitals. Thousands of armed agents took up their places on Leipzig’s streets, waiting for the command to suppress the protest by force. Violence and fear are powerful weapons, but this time they failed to stop 70 000 people from gathering together, vigilant in their determination to remain peaceful and have their voices heard. As the demonstrators moved along the ring road with candles in their hands, the police refrained from using their heavy armoury. The message was out, the damage was done, the days of the GDR were numbered.

On Saturday night our little party joined 40 000 Leipzigers in this same place for the “Festival of Lights”, a time for Leipzig to stop and remember the events of October 9th 1989. Though the speeches were beyond our limited German, the music and lights were lovely to behold. As the laser beams danced around the buildings and candles burned in people’s hands, I had time to reflect on what an enormous risk the citizens of Leipzig took in leaving their homes that evening, trusting that their cause was just and their peaceful actions could be powerful. I can’t help but wonder, would I have gone to pray that night? Would I have taken my child as many of them did to show their peaceful intentions? Would I have been as brave as they?

There’s nothing to celebrate

In line with this week’s theme we are privileged to have Chris Luttenberger (the same Chris of the Ikea heroics) as a guest blogger. Chris kindly agreed to share with us a history lesson as someone whose family experienced firsthand life in the former Republic of East Germany. Dankeschön Chris!

I was asked to write a guest post about the whole GDR thing. Me! I don’t know anything about history. No guaranteed historical accuracy. What a challenge. I will just assume, dear Reader, that you don’t know anything about it as well.

Assuming this, GDR means German Democratic Republic. Self-Refutation! Nothing democratic about it, as I hope I will show. The GDR (in German: Deutsche Demokratische Republik, DDR) was founded as loot for the Russian part of the Allies, after Hitler was defeated in 1945. The word loot is chosen intentionally. I’ll get to that. There was some heavy thinking about what to do with the intellectual, financial and emotional ruin that once was the “3rd Reich”, and four years after the end of the war in 1945, the four allies France, Britain, Russia and USA decided to dissolve and divide the country of Germany into four parts.

Because of the upcoming tensions between the superpowers USA and Russia that eventually became known as the “Cold War”, the three powers allied against Russia, and Germany became the most literal part of the famous “Iron Curtain”. A wall was built.
From that point on, Germany developed into two different countries. 1949 to 1989/90 was the period of time for which the GDR existed. There was the capitalist threefold of powers with a kind, forgiving approach to the former Nazi-Germany. Heaps of money and intellectual resources were poured out to reorganise the West German economy and build a democratic state again. On the other side (of the wall) there was communist Russia, still in agony about what Germany did to them. The consequence was that Russia took all of the economic resources from Germany: it was an occupation.  The Eastern Bloc exploited the GDR region and built up a state of total control, monitoring every motion of the state’s citizens. In fact, terror.
A sophisticated system of “unofficial associates” abbreviated “IM” (inoffizielle Mitarbeiter), let the citizens, brain-polluted through the socialist propaganda, control their own neighbours and friends, even mothers, kids and siblings. There were mass organisations for the youth just like in national socialism (although as a German you have to be careful to compare) ie the FDJ (Freie Deutsche Jugend, Free German Youth) that kept the kids, teenagers and adolescents in a cage they could not even see. Well, there was this wall, everyone could see it of course, but it was said to be “protecting them from the capitalist class-enemies”. “The party” (self-refuting: There was only one) orchestrated the absence of all kinds of goods, resulting in the total isolation from any country other than the “big brother”  to a tragically hilarious degree. Especially the education was restricted to a doctrinal communist approach. Any other opinions were forced into being retracted. The course of peoples lives was interrupted (I was thinking of a particular German word here, couldn’t really find an english synonym) and destroyed, people were questioned, tortured and imprisoned. A police state. The half-life of such states luckily seems to be not that long.
After a while, people started fleeing the GDR, crossed the border, even the wall, tried to get out, leave. Also the political pressure rose. People in Leipzig, the city I live in, went on the streets with candles each Monday to peacefully demonstrate their discontent. Every Monday, the number of people increased. The “peaceful revolution” (self-refuting implications again) started. Before the wall fell, there was this almost electric tension in the city, because everyone knew that something would happen. GDR officials placed a massive presence of police and armed military forces in the city to prevent a number of more than a hundred thousand people from violently starting a revolution. After a church service that was held by the local pastor that started Monday prayers for a peaceful change, all these people flooded the streets, equipped not with guns but with burning candles. No one shot, no one threw stones. They just chanted “Wir sind das Volk”, meaning “we are the (one) people” over and over again. A sign not even the party could ignore. A couple of days and political confusions later, the GDR did not exist anymore, the wall fell.
20 years from then: I am sitting in front of my computer, evaluating the situation. I could go to Greece tomorrow, or London, or Sydney. I can utter  my personal beliefs, be they sceptical, critical, even politically destructive and all the world is free to read them. The microphone lines in the walls of the houses, though still there, don’t have an ending anymore, no IM sitting in some room (maybe the flat on the other side) and meticulously writing down every word I say. No membership in any organisation is compulsory for being allowed to do A Levels or to study.
Germany this week has had big celebrations due to the 20th anniversary of the reunification. From my limited perspective, there is nothing to celebrate, as harsh as it sounds. There might be no visible wall anymore, but even that can be questioned. Fly over Germany from east to west and you will discover a change of landscape, the mark of a scar. As you leave “the new federal states” endless, monocultural fields – leftovers of the “agricultural production companionships”, as it would literally be translated – turn into patchwork bits and pieces of private acres.
My generation (I was born September 1988) ironically still suffers from “40 years of brainwash” as my father likes to put it. This country is by no means one, still torn apart right in the middle. Not speaking of the economic and social inequalities between the two zones, it is a border of mind in the first place, defacing an otherwise beautifully shaped country. Politics tries to artificially equalize loans and taxes, but the different amount of work in east and west just does not allow such a thing. After being educated, young people flee the east in search of jobs and hope in the west, turning cities with a cultural heritage of centuries into ghost towns. Prejudice and half-knowledge, handed down to the kids by their parents results in an East-and-West-Consciousness. If you get to know people, it is a social reflex to ask them “Ossi oder Wessi?” meaning born in east or west part of the country. Knowing the answer, you can be sure to either share a set of values, certain cultural heritage, even the words you use, or to hold up a subtle, unfamiliar distance even though you might like the person. I hate that question. I guess, the first generation to live in a unified country again will be the one that has no living ancestors to tell them “how things were”, just influenced by each others personalities. Utopia. Till then, unification celebrations stay hypocrisy.
Don’t get me wrong: I am thankful for not living in a regime but in a country that has one of the most powerful economies in the world. I am thankful for luxurious freedom of speech, for the possibility to live my Christian faith openly without oppression. I sure can celebrate these things on a national holiday. Still, making a long story short, even if I tend to get cynical: it is impossible for me to celebrate this reunification in the same way, as it is impossible to vote, when there is only one party.

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