Sunday 28 June 2015

I think I need to go home..

You know how you can lose your self in the new, the exciting, the different..? After a vodka-drenched night and a small mental breakdown I woke up to realise the I have done just that. Creatively speaking. I don't handle set backs well..for all kinds of tragic reasons..and new things needs to have setbacks. But when the setbacks take over and make one completely paralysed and panicked..maybe it's time to go home?
I've been in the 30's and 40's and most of it fills me with despair. I've explored my cultural past in masks and pagan traditions and I am so sad to say that however much I do love them..they will never be untainted. Maybe one day I'll return to that 1600's revolutionary time in my creativeness because I genuinely loved that but today, I want to go home. And home to me is Victorian England and France. How lucky is that..




Thursday 25 June 2015

My life's mission is to make men unconfortable

You know what I've had enough of by a million? men who are so fucking comfortable. The world is their oyster isn't it. Yeah why don't you just piss all over every toilet ever, you're not cleaning it so what does it mater! (it's just soo hard to aim with that boner you get from never seeing sex as a threath)  Spread your legs out in crowded spaces too while your at it, we are all just so very fascinated by the size of your balls (It's the little things that count you know). And by all means, mix the dirty things with the clean so other people get a little bit more to do when you leave everything in the most comfortable places stroll off to stare at a pair of boobs while you're talking to an actual person, or freely cross some more defines boundaries without any real consequences, it's a free country isn't it! We're all going to go out of  our way to excuse it all away because  'aaawww those poor men can't understand, hihi' (How do you not feel demeaned by that?!). Put down a random womans looks and pretend its a compliment, your parade and medals will be coming right up! Who cares if we are all uncomfortable around you and fake a laugh because you wont lift a fucking eye to your own massive privilege. We can all see you're the boy-king of the world, thank you very much. Let's just schedule eeeeverything around your will like a damn baby. I bet you just love Mad Men too.

Fucking  douchebags..

I hope I make every single man in my life just enough uncomfortable to act with just a hint of respect cause you're all insufferable to be around when you're comfortable.


Ps. I also hate people who wear perfume and aftershave today. Get over your selves, you don't smell nearly as bad as the way you smell with it on.


Ps.Ps. And I also hate Capitalism. But that's every day...because I can read.




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Friday 19 June 2015

Glad Midsommar!

Midsommar hälsningar från mej, traditions-hitler! Nu börjad det! :D


Midsummer greetings to all!

Wednesday 10 June 2015

The new 1930's

They say that the world has not looked as bleak as now since the 1930's and that is probably true. Not since then have the young faced a worse future then their parents and not since then have we been in so deep in our own individualism and greed. I say "we" but of course I mean that top elite that has all the perks of greed and individualism. I don't really mean you and me who will, let's face it, be collateral damage in the next world war but the ones drinking champagne on their gold mountain while that happens.
But I wondered, today on my way home, if that is actually our future? Or are we going backwards..? What if, instead of going into a new 40's with war and building of a secure welfare state, we are actually on our backwards towards something that looks more like an uglier Downton Abbey? (uglier because..come on, art nouveau.) That is undoubtedly the future that the Conservatives and all the other rightwing extremists really want...men are thought to enjoy brutality but I doubt anyone wants to start wars if they can torture servants in the comfort of their own home.

But back to our new 30's! Living in the moment here I got really inspired to make my own 30's dress. I already have a pattern I think would work and the fabric is a tablecloth from Tiger. Just a simple checked dress..might even crotchet a hat to go with it and a belt, we'll see... I can't make up my mind about what buttons I'm going to use yet though. 
I'm kind of fascinated by the 1930's right now! Partly because it's so in line with how things are now so  it's an easy thing to re-live but also because it's the big WHY to a more familiar era of mine, the 1940's.  

For my part I don't really know what would be a better way to go..into war..or into servitude and inequality. Time will tell. But at least I'll be dressed for the occasion!

Monday 1 June 2015

Threading the machine again

I don't want to jinx it so I will be short! The inspiration to sew is back.. It creeped up on me while I've been stuck in my bed. It's a strange thing how much a tiny change can light up ones life..

So I crawled out of my bed and made a very yellow peasant top out of some lace and a baby sheet from my mother-in-laws attic. I'm ridiculously proud of how much of it I managed to sew by hand. My fingers ache but oh how I have missed my flashes of inspiration.. May it stay with me forever..


As the pain slowly goes away I can go two ways.. I wonder where to go first.