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Shipping Forecast

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On my way home from school  
I usually whip round to say hello to Kiki 
Especially on tuesdays 
When grandfather has gone to market
Today Kiki is waiting by the window 
And watches out for me 
Hurry up, hurry up, she says  
Six minutes to four already!
One minute later the two of us
Are eating cinnamon buns
(...) Kattegat. Around southeast.
Three to eight meter per second (...)
(...) The Belts: west and southwest
Five to ten meter per second
Moderate to good visibility (...)
I take another cinnamon bun
Are there sharks in the Baltic Sea? I ask
And Kiki replies: Hundreds, nay thousands!
Crikey! I say. Are there pirates too?
Yep, says Kiki, and turns the radio a bit louder

There is nothing more exciting
Than to eat cinnamon buns
While Kiki is knitting a row or two
And listening to the shipping forecast

Teeny tiny cinnamon buns

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Dear reader,

thank you for your sweet lines on Facebook and via Email after yesterday´s post.

It sometimes is easier (and more time-saving) for me to answer your questions here. Some of you wondered from which material the cinnamon bun was made or where I purchased it 
(to read this made me chuckle ;-) 
 The answer is: I have made it myself, and it is a real cinnamon bun, just a teeny tiny one.

When I bake, there are usually a few leftovers from the dough, sometimes two, three spoons full, and I don´t like to waste it. When I bake cinnamon buns, I use muffin trays because they look a bit prettier then. It doesn´t make sense to bake the last tray with just one single bun. Instead I roll the dough extra thin, spread melted butter and the sugar-cinnamon-mix, make a roll and cut it in tiny pieces (1-1.5cm). 
 In Sweden you can buy paper liners for knäck (homemade toffee) that look like wee muffin baking liners cups - they are perfect for teeny tiny buns. It goes quickly in the oven, four, five minutes I´d say, so you better keep an eye on the cinnamon buns (note to self: Please follow your own instructions, Juliane, and do not start doing laundry in the meantime ;-)

I do the same with almost any cake and use the leftovers for miniature goodies. If your children are old enough and do no longer "feed" their dolls with carrot puree, it can be fun to bake mini cakes together with your kids. Small buns and cupcakes or teeny cookies are great for doll picnics or sunday breakfast with teddy bears. Together with a little candle, they are a great gift for dolly birthdays, too. 
 I always keep a small container with miniature cakes in the freezer. I also keep a lot of other stuff there, a massive amount of bird seed cake, for example, or 58g of gingerbread dough (never used for a doll project) and a small snowman from one of the Kiki projects. I won´t bring that stuff when we are moving, fortunately, but it won´t be a big problem to fill the food containers with new props for my work. 

We need a bigger freezer, I am afraid ;-)

Warmly,

Juliane

How to Preserve Spring Moments: Candied Violets

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Spring has come late to our neck of the woods, I usually pick violets at the beginning of April.
This year, my little purple friends showed up three weeks later than they use to.
It will be the last time I picked violets in this garden and it makes me a bit sentimental.
Our new place, amidst the woods, has a wonderful old garden.
There are lots of beautiful spring flowers growing behind the house, such as wood anemones, crocuses, wallflowers and bluebells, but I haven´t spotted any violets yet. I might dig out a few here and plant them in our new garden...

As every year, I have made candied violets. I posted the recipe here on my blog one, two years ago, but a few of you asked just recently (when the first violets were showing up), so here comes a quick how-to:

  • Take a spring walk, pick a handful (or two) of violets.
  • Gently rinse the violets.
  • Mix one cup sugar and half a cup water and one teaspoon with rose water and make a sugar syrup: Bring it to boil (gently!) in a smallish saucepan until the sugar is dissolved. Leave to cool.
  • Add the violets, stir gently. Keep them in the syrup for at least 24 hours, rather a bit longer. (I kept everything in a jar and put it in the fridge). When you open the lid, you should smell a very intense violet scent. Lovely!
  • After 24 hours, take each single violet out of the syrup and place it on waxed baking paper to dry. This will take two days or so. Remove from the baking paper and store in a jar. 
  • Don´t waste the syrup. Either use it for other edible spring flowers or as a delicious violet syrup on ice cream or pancakes. If you want to keep it a bit longer, heat it until it is boiling and fill in a sterile bottle. Keep in the fridge. If you like to, add a few drops of (organic) food colour.
     This year´s violet pickings was rather small. As soon as the lilac starts to bloom (and the first roses), I am going to preserve a few early summer moments to put on cakes...

    Warmly,

    Juliane

    P.S. It works fine to candy flowers with beaten egg white and sugar, but you can´t keep them very long. This is why I do it with sugar and water, the violets last much longer (unless you put all of them on one cake coming sunday ;-)


    Rain, Rain, Go Away

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    Rain, rain
    Go away
    Come again
    Another day
    (...)

    Kiki in the Meadow: Shop Update

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    Two Kiki in the Meadow Dolls are looking for a new home in my webshop.

    Each Kiki is 32cm tall and comes with a pretty dress, undies, leggings
    and shoes in a matching tote bag 
    together with a sewing kit and a lavender sachet.
    Both girls can be found here

    Please note that these dolls aren´t suitable for children 36 months and younger as they contain small parts which could be a choking hazard. Each of the dolls is thoroughly made with a lot of love and care.

    Have a sunny day!

    Juliane

    Update: Both sets have found a new home. Thank you.


    Visiting Kajsa

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    Last friday I visited Kajsa.

    Actually her name was Karin. But everyone called her Kajsa.
    She lived in a yellow villa in Ballingslöv. Next to another yellow house called Haga Huset. Kajsa was born that house, 95 years ago, and when she got married, she and her husband built a house next to her birthplace, on the other side of the fence. A yellow villa, with a beautiful old garden and a small attic window that looks like half an orange.

    Kajsa has passed away last November. Her husband had died many years ago, and the couple had no children. The local church parish got appointed as Kajsa´s heir, and inherited the yellow villa. They sold the house a few days ago, with everything in it, furniture, tea cups, table cloths.
    I have never met Kajsa but when the house got a new owner, a member of the church parish asked me if I was interested in some vintage clothes. I didn't expect much, because nowadays the word vintage gets used quite often, but then I decided to visit Kajsa. Or at least her yellow villa, in Ballingslöv, next to Haga Huset, with the beautiful old garden where the rhubarb is growing under the apple tree.

    It was a sunny day, and the first thing I saw when I came to Kajsa´s house were the many bird feeders in her garden, the neatly cut hedge. I went up the weathered stairs, entered a small hall and stood right in Kajsa's kitchen. The tea kettle on the stove in the kitchen, the dish drainer with two cups on it - everything looked as if Kajsa had just been out on errands and would come back any minute with cinnamon buns and a milk bottle in her string bag.

    Dust motes dancing in the sunlight. The dining room, the parlour. Kajsa's woollen cardigan on the coat rack in the hall, the French soap in the tiny bathroom. As if the time had stood still.
    I took a look at every small detail. The handwritten cards, a lavender sachet in one of the drawers, the ivory brooch on the bedside table. Beautiful old wallpaper, adorable stencil paintings on walls and doors, pretty accessories and lace curtains. Kajsa's husband had been a furniture manufacturer and he had made most of the furniture in the house, and probably he also made her a box for all the letters she received from her family and friends.

    Thomas, the new owner, decided to keep most of Kajsa's things, he wants to gently renovate the house and try to preserve as many details as possible. Restore the 1930's wallpaper, paint the beautiful old radiators, fix the windows. He has no use for vintage clothes whatsoever, and I felt very blessed that I was allowed to take a look at every cupboard and wardrobe. From time to time I could hear Thomas somewhere in the house when he had found something that he thought I´d like. A pretty handbag, a beautiful collar.

    Just when I thought I would have found the most adorable things, I discovered a small door upstairs. First I thought it was just another door, like for a cupboard or the like. But when I opened it, there was a teeny tiny staircase which led up to the attic. I had to crawl up the stairs because of the pitch of the roof, and I truly felt like Alice in Wonderland - everything seemed to be very small, as if it was built for a child. 

    The attic was very dusty, and I couldn't stand upright, so I had to crawl on all fours.
    I also found lots of empty boxes, old magazines from the 1930's and several old diaries.
    Where the pretty little window was, the one that had the shape of half an orange, there was a clothes rack. Seven beautiful old dresses and three coats. It truly was like in a dream of a vintage lover!

    Since the staircase was so tiny, I had to throw each single piece downstairs, which sounds horrible, I know. But I had a hard time fitting through it (and I am definitely not of the chubby kind), it would have been impossible to crawl downstairs with a pile of clothes on my arm...
    I can´t believe that I went home with about 20 vintage dresses, with woollen coats and other beautiful little finds. Old place cards and lace, tea cups and a pretty collar - for a token amount of money, 100 Swedish Crowns (about 11€). Usually I don´t like writing about prices, but I felt so lucky - and so did Thomas, the new owner of the house, when he saw my shining eyes. 

    I tried on each of the dresses, and they fit perfectly. Kajsa must have been of a petite build even as an old lady, and several of her dresses had been made smaller - I could see that someone had been done some changes to make them fit. There were one or two dresses which seem a bit tight though, they look like the dresses Kajsa has worn for her first ball as a young girl, with fourteen, fifteen.

    I took a lot of photos when I visited Kajsa in Ballingslöv.
    A chest of drawers in the master bedroom, a beautiful cupboard in the upper hall, the spice rack and a box with old letters, an embroidered heart with lavender on the wall - and the most beautiful doll carriage. I decided to share only a few impressions here on my blog, it feels a little private to share so much of someone else´s home, but I am sure Kajsa would have been fine with me showing a few glimpses here. 

    Thomas has invited me to visit the house again in a few weeks, when he has done a few things. I hope the sun will shine so that we can take a cup of tea in Kajsa´s garden.

    Sending you sunny greetings,

    Juliane

    Wood Anemones

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    A new place, an old garden. 

    The meadow behind the house looks like a white sea of wood anemones. 
     Buschwindröschen in my mother tongue, vitsippor in Swedish, Anemone nemorosa in Latin. 
    They grow everywhere, along the old dry stone walls, under the chestnut trees and between the quince bushes.

    When we took a late night walk yesterday, the air was filled with the sweetest scent of wild orchids that hide in the beech woods. Soon the lily of the valley starts blooming.
    I don´t have a proper workspace yet, but I am busy nonetheless. Painting walls, stripping old kitchen cupboards, unpacking boxes. The sewing machine has to wait.

    Have a sunny day!



    Favourite Spot

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    A new home, a new favourite spot.
    An weathered bench next to the stairs with all the flower pots.

    Seven o'clock in the morning, I sit here with soft sunlight on my face and bird twitter in my ears, 
    with coffee and my sketchbook.
    In the evenings, when the sun has taken its course around the house, 
    I sit here again, watch the cranes and bid the day farewell.


    Pen and Paper

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    Dear readers,

    we are still without internet at our new place. Living in the sticks makes me consider using pen and paper for messages. Carrier pigeons would be an option, too, or dropping letters in bottles in the nearby lake. Those alternatives to emailing surely are more reliable than internet at the moment.

    Until the phone company has provided us with a proper internet access, we will continue climbing trees to catch a signal from the transmitter mast. The neighbours (who live five minutes down the road) provide us with cinnamon buns, miter saw and lots of positive energy. They seem to find it very normal seeing us high up in the trees in our pyjamas to check our mail accounts (from time to time we do succeed and can load half an email on the mobile phone). 

    Please stay patient - and keep your eyes open for carrier pigeons, letters in bottles and the like, just in case. I promise to work off the virtual pile of emails as soon as possible (preferrably not in a treetop and properly dressed ;-)

    Warmly,

    Juliane


    Spring Retreat

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    Dear readers,

    time is flying, summer is just around the corner. I have seriously neglected this blog while going into a sort of retreat. Welcomed by a new place, new surroundings, new ideas and thoughts. With nearly no internet at all (a problem that has been solved now), but with so much more time to get to know what is meant to be our new home.
    A strategically smart idea was to renovate my workspace first of all other rooms in the house. Yesterday  we have painted the windowsills and I managed to pick a few forget-me-not. An old jar had to serve as a vase - most of our things are still in moving boxes.
    The most beautiful time of the day is just before the sun rises above the forest. Like the other morning, when I woke up way too early, and took a walk through wafts of mist, along the old dry stone walls, through the woods of Snogerup.
    Because we had nearly no internet access at all, we had to cut down online time to five minutes per day (if at all), and in all honesty, I get so much more done if I am not sitting in front of my laptop. Like this 50cm doll, a little redhead for one of my customers. I cannot say how much I am looking forward to having unpacked all my boxes with sewing supplies and tools!
    I found lots of violets on one of my forest strolls, picked them and dried them for tea. It is lovely to see the garden changing, and to be surprised every day I take a walk around the house or in the woods...
    I found new homes for three Kiki in the Meadow dolls. More are to come in June, including additional clothes for the webshop. 

    I will also spend a lot of time on gardening, there must be something wrong with Snogerups Gård, not only the grass is growing like mad (we barely manage to mow the lawn), also all my pumpkin and squash seeds were going up speedily and compete against zinnia, water melon and sweet peas (just to name a few) for the sunniest spot. With soil under my fingernails, my hands are barely presentable, very much in contrast to the garden, my pride and joy.
    While I am typing this update, I am far away from my spring retreat at Snogerups Gård. 
    This weekend I will be attending The Hive, the European Blogger Conference in Berlin. 
    The Hive 2012 was so inspiring that I decided to attend this year again. I am very much looking forward to meeting well-known faces and new people. Most of all I am looking forward to interesting workshops and discussions and a lot of new ideas. 

    Next week will be hopefully a bit more calm, I have to answer lots of emails after having been offline for three weeks. I hope your weekend is a sunny one - I am off for a dinner with 45 other bloggers now (some of us wanted to meet before the conference is going to start tomorrow) - so I better iron my dress and get ready! 

    Warmly,

    Juliane

    Berlin Recap

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    I am back, finally. My suitcase has still to be unpacked, I have to sort thoughts, life and laundry first...

    It was lovely to spend some days in Berlin, my hometown (oh, how I missed my city, the sounds, the atmosphere, the people), but as so often, time was flying. 
    Two weeks ago, I attended The Hive, the European Blogger Conference. I had been at the conference last year, and since it was a lot of fun, I decided to attend this year as well.

    I met a lot of people, old friends, virtual acquaintances, new faces. I truly enjoyed the friday blogger dinner where lots of us met for a casual get together and I was happy to share a table with Anne of Prêt à Voyager, Emma of Emma's Designblogg, with my dear friend Heidi of Wool Rocks and with Emma of Voornamelijk. I knew that the weekend would be very busy and that there would be very little time for longer conversations, so spending a couple of hours chatting with the girls was really nice.
    A gift I received at The Hive (and cherished since then): 
    beautiful glass earrings made by Hungarian Zsuzsi Panyi
    I felt a bit rushed during the conference, the whole weekend was packed with lectures and workshops, with chats in the staircase and while queuing at the buffet. Even though I brought my camera, I didn't find the time to take photos (you can see a few pictures here). Like busy bees in a hive, we were bustling about at Betahaus, the location of the conference, from one talk to yet another lecture, exchanging business cards, shaking hands and rushing up the stairs to the next workshop.

    While I certainly could improve this and that on my blog, most keynotes weren't very new to me (an experience I shared with quite a few others who have been blogging for a long time).
    Sadly, I missed a few speeches such as the one by Jenni Fuchs about niche blogging, the styling workshop with Dietlind Wolf and a lecture about video blogging by Kat Conte. While some of the lectures were aimed rather at beginners, there were others where I made copious notes. I very much appreciated Luisa Weiss' speech on how to organise on- and offline life, a lecture about blogger networks by Kirsten Jussies, a speech about blogging for your business by Eleanore Mayrhofer and a lecture about online classes by Sophie Charlotte-Chapman, to name a few.
    The most important part for me (except from the lectures) was to connect with other bloggers.
    I had quite some fun with my Copenhagen girls - Tina of Traveling Mama (who by the way lectured on how to keep the fun as a blogger, very inspiring and energising), with Heidi of Wool Rocks, Anya of Anya Adores andÉlise of Élise en Voyage. We had met last year already and have been keeping contact since then. Since time was short at The Hive this year, we will meet for a summer garden party at our place very soon (if not in Copenhagen for a coffee), something that I am really looking forward to here in the woods.

    Meeting bloggers from so different fields such as food blogging, lifestyle, DIY and crafts and niche blogs is fantastic. Two days are way too short for such a blogger meetup though. It was great to meet some familiar faces such as Thea and Toni of SisterMag again (a fantastic online magazine), Deborah of Kickcan and Conkers, and the German bloggers Marisa, Ricarda, Bine, Dörte, Ina,Victoria and Andrea. I had a lovely chat with Trixi (who makes pretty jewellery), with Jael, Teresa, with Imke, Daniela, Lisa,Rhiannon and many others.

    Heidi did also join me and three other bloggers for a late sunday evening dinner after the conference. Together with Elisa, Tina and Zsuzsi (who made the beautiful earrings above) we spent six or seven hours chatting, laughing and enjoying delicious food at 3 Schwestern to conclude the weekend. It was the perfect ending for The Hive.

    Another blogger conference will be held in Copenhagen in October and I am very much looking forward to meeting lots of bloggers at The Hive in Denmark.
    Green, silk, vintage - one of my favourite dresses (worn at The Hive), found in Kajsa's house.
    A few days after The Hive, I did also meet my close friend (and fellow doll maker) Suse of RevoluzZza. She is a true inspiration for me, not only as a colleague but also as a friend. I really miss that sort of creative input and exchange of ideas with other doll makers here and wish we would live closer. Seven-league boots would be an option, too (any hints where to buy these are welcome).

    I don't own a magic carpet either (which could bring me from A to B in the blink of an eye), so Maria of Mariengold and I haven't met for quite some time. Back in January, we started with some sort of telephone thursday, a day per week where we discuss work and life on the phone. Eating cake and drinking lots of tea/ coffee together at our favourite café in Prenzlauer Berg is definitely something I'd choose over those extended phone calls. This time we met together with three other Berlin doll makers, Anita of Lilla Kirrivi, Julia of Von Kowalke and Laura of 1000Rehe. All of us are somehow connected, in different ways, as friends, as mothers, as colleagues and crafters, and it was lovely to catch up on family news, discussing material and toy safety standards, online and offline life. 

    Despite a heavy (read: heavy) cold, I managed to meet a few of my former theatre colleagues, we talked a lot about theatrical work, stage plays, about casts and the newest performances. For those of you who have started to follow my blog just recently - I am educated as a puppeteer (I studied at Ernst Busch Academy of Dramatic Arts). I can sometimes get a bit sentimental because I work so very little with theatre at the moment - but it felt great to catch up a bit and to walk down memory lane, soon ten years since me and my classmates left the drama school...

    I did also spend quite some time together with my friends Roger and Barbara at Twinkle*Twinkle (Prenzlauer Berg). They always boost my ideas, not only due to a nice range of adorable fabrics and haberdashery. For those of you who live in Germany and are looking for a nice idea for the first day at school, Barbara and I have something nice to share with you next week - stay tuned!

    Other than that? I packed my suitcase with a lot of nice organic fabrics, spent hours at the printers, bought the finest Alpaca yarn for Kiki in the Meadow dolls and a lot of craft supplies that are hard t find elsewhere, and I tried to fit in as much time as possible with my friends. Now I am back at my workplace (with proper internet, finally), and can sort my thoughts on a long walk through the summery woods. 

    I will be back tomorrow - with a little story and lots of doll photos...

    Warmly,

    Juliane

    The Pink Cat

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    A pink cat? On your doorstep? 
    the school mistress says.
    Late for class, the third time this week!
    What is to become of you?

    But - I insist - she was pink indeed. And hungry!

    Nonsense, says the school mistress. 
    What else did you see on your way here?
    A blue dragon perhaps?
    An orange crocodile behind the boxwood hedge?
    Or maybe a yellow elephant?
    (someone is laughing)

    No, I reply, nothing like that. 
    Just a little pink cat. Quite hungry. 
    On my doorstep.
    One hour detention, right after lunch
    For being late again! says the mistress.
    Now off to your desk!
      
    A pink cat, duh! someone whispers.
     Right behind me. I don't mind.
    Today it feels difficult to count until thirty-two. 
    To write about daisies, to draw a fire engine.
    To sing ring-a-ring-o' roses.

    One hour, then two,
    But the big hand of the school clock
    Doesn´t move. 

    And then it happens:
    I start to chuckle.
    First a little bit. Then a little more.
    Until I break out laughing.

    Because under my desk, 
    between an apple core and my maths book,
    The little pink cat is sitting and
    tickles my tummy
    Not my fault, really. 

    But the face of the school mistress turns red first.
    Then blue, then orange. 
    And yellow in the end.

    With pen at the ready, 
    She opens my homework book:
    Oh dear, my father sighs
    in the evening, when he reads the letter.
    And with a severe look he says:

    Next time you should ask your little pink cat
    To tickle the school mistress instead. 
    I really think she should laugh more often.

    Will do, I reply. 
    And then I say good night.
    ***
     A 50cm custom doll for Audrey's 4th birthday, made back in Spring (I have a lot of doll photos to edit still and will post them little by little).
    Audrey´s mother wrote me a lot about her little girl and did also tell me about a pink cat, her daughter's favourite soft toy. Without doubt - I had to make a pink kitten for Audrey's doll! 
    I very much love the soft nuances of the pink and dusty yellow. The latter is Audrey's favourite colour, and her new friend travelled to California with an additional set of clothes (not pictured) to which I added dashes of cyclamen and bright orange.   

    All photos have been taken on a sunny sunday afternoon at Skolmuseet i Höör, a beautiful village schoolhouse in Höör, Sweden, now a museum. I very much enjoyed the two hours I spent there - and so did the warden who allowed me to use a lot of the pretty vintage objects as props. 
    If you are visiting Skåne with your kids, this little museum definitely is worth a visit.

    Warmly,

    Juliane

    Garden Table

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    Didn't you need 
    some help today
    With the garden table?
    I ask,  

    (a bit breathless still from running down to Smultron Cottage)
    Already done!
    Says Kiki, with a grin
    Self do, self have!
    Some tea, perhaps?

    Deer Finds

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    Every evening, we can see the deer walking across the small field behind the house. In the nights we can hear the hoarse barking of the roebuck in the woods. The other day, when I took a break from sewing and went on a little walk, I run into a deer in a grassy meadow, just four meters away from me. There I stood, held my breath, and watched it grazing for minutes until it recognised me. 

    I am also sharing my studio with a few deer. Porcelain ones, found at the flea market. They watch me quietly when I am sewing, and from time to time I can see them winking at me. Every morning I pick a bouquet with wild flowers and put a vase next to my porcelain friends on the window sill. They always pretend that they don't care, but the truth is that I always have to change the bouquets in my studio after two, three days because they just don't look so nice any longer. It wouldn't surprise me if my flea market deer secretly nibble at my flower bouquets as soon as I leave the room...

    Have a nice day!

    Warmly,

    Juliane

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    Cherry Dresses

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    Dear reader,

    In German we have a quite nice figure of speech: 
    Mit ihm/ ihr ist nicht gut Kirschen essen.
    Loosely translated it means that it is not fun to eat cherries with him/ her. In English you would probably say that it is best not to tangle with that person or that the person is anything else but easy to deal with.

    I have always liked this phrase a lot (not only because I love cherries) because even though it is meant as criticism, it still sounds sweet in a way. As a little girl, I always imagined two people sitting in a cherry tree, eating cherries together and quarrelling on who would be better at cherry pit spitting.
    While I am waiting for our cherries to turn from green to dark red and for the rain to stop, I am sewing doll dresses (with cherries, of course). To know that summer has just begun, although it is windy and rainy outside, fills me with a lot of joy. I am daydreaming of cooking cherry latwerge (cherry butter), of clafoutis and cherry soup, of sunshine and picnics in the green, under the cherry tree, with the starlings sitting high up in the tree tops. 

    And if you wonder about the German saying above - not even the rain can drag me down, I am in cheerful mood. The more it is pouring now, the bigger the chance that summer will be great (and sunny ;-)

    Warmly,

    Juliane

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    Sewing Room Makeover - DIY Cabinet Handles

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    Dear reader,

    I have been looking for a new chest of drawers for all my fabrics for quite some time now. Winter wasn't really flea market season, and I didn't really want to buy something new. When we moved to our new place, I found an oldIKEA furniture that stood in one of the rooms. While that cabinet certainly had been considered being very fashionable back then in the late 1980's, I found it really ugly. Dark brown veneer, big round knobs - but it looked quite practical with all the drawers.
     
    I started with alittle makeover, screwed off the knobs, spackled the holes and painted the cabinet white. Because our collection of pretty porcelain knobs was in one of the umpteen moving boxes, I decided to go for a quick solution and to make handles from tape measure. I had seen handles made from fabric ribbons at Stine's place (who had prettied up a wardrobe with these), and I have always found the idea so pretty whenever I visited Stine, so...

    I cut a tape measure in pieces (18cm each), cut fabric stripes (18cm x 5cm), ironed the latter, stitched the tape measure onto the fabric stripe, folded it 2/3rd and stitched across. Then I used a staple gun to staple the handle onto the inside (and top) of each drawer. No further explanation needed, I think, it is super easy:
    If you don't have a staple gun at hand, nails will work as well - just make sure that you attach the handles well enough. The whole makeover has cost me two hours of time and 10€ for the colour.
    I really like the result - it looks charming (at least in a sewing room), and now I am pondering over ideas on how to pretty up the cabinet doors in the kitchen. If you don't want to use tape measure, why not make fabric handles with pretty ribbons? I love the cotton tapes by Anna Barrow of Lilla Lotta (take a look here) and will use them for a makeover of a small children cupboard.

    Warmly,

    Juliane



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    Recipes from our Garden: Rose Syrup

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    We have lots of roses in our garden, and I love to pick a few every day for small bouquets, for salad and tea. Getting spoiled with so much scent (and colour), I try to gather as much of those summery moments as possible. One way to preserve these days filled with sunlight, scents and happiness is to make rose syrup.

    I have used
    2 liter pink or red rose petals (I use wild roses)
    1 organic lemon, cut up into slices
    1kg caster sugar
    2 liter water

    Gently rinse the rose petals. Bring sugar and water to boil in a saucepan until dissolved, let simmer for about five minutes and stirring constantly. Remove the saucepan from the heat and add the lemon slices and rose petals. Cover with a lid and let stand for two days.
    Strain the syrup through a fine sieve or muslin cloth and fill in sterilised bottles, cap immediately.
    The roses I used for this recipe were from wild roses. The darker the colour of the rose, the more intense the colour of the syrup. Use roses only that have a strong scent (or else the syrup won't taste) and - if possible - pick your roses at that time of the day when they are full of fragrance. Some rose varieties shed their scent rather in the mornings, others in the evenings. It is also important that your roses aren't treated with pesticide. If you'd like to use wild roses, as I did, avoid picking them close to heavily trafficked roads. You can buy organic roses on food markets, or ask your neighbour if you could pick a few in his garden (offer him a bottle of rose syrup in return :-)

    You can keep the syrup up to two months in the fridge. Recently someone gave me the handy hint to keep empty carton packages with a screw lid (the ones being used for milk and bevarades) for liquids to store in the freezer. Big advantage with rose syrup being stored in the freezer is that you can reduce the amount of sugar and make the syrup last longer.

    This recipe makes about three liters of a delicious summery syrup with a wonderful rose flavour. We use rose syrup on pancakes and ice cream, for cupcakes and flavoured drinks. If you use less water and more roses, or allow the syrup to reduce while letting it simmer for some time, you can get a thick syrup with an even more intense taste and colour which works great to replace food colour + sugar in recipes for cupcake toppings. Just mix mascarpone and boiled down rose syrup for the most delicious toppings.

    Enjoy the summer days!

    Warmly,

    Juliane


    So spoilt...

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    Today I feel so spoilt.

    Because I can sit outside and work on dolls.
    Because tea taste so much better from Kajsa's vintage tea cup.
    Because the peonies have started to bloom two days ago.
    Because it is priceless to have such a workspace, in the green.
    There is nowhere else I feel so calm and inspired.

    ♥ 

    Outdoor Basin

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    Oops, I say, when I spot Kiki
    Stark-naked amidst goutweed and dandelions
    Hunched over a basin that looks a bit
    Like Grandfather's old sugar bowl

    Am I too early for dinner? I ask
    Not a bit, says Kiki with a grin
    Dinner is ready in a minute
    Let me just get a towel

    So, I say
    (and try not to sound too curious)
    What have you been doing 
    All afternoon?
    First I picked dandelion leaves
    And daisies for salad
    Rinsed them well and-

    And then? I ask.
    Then I washed the curtain.
    And put it on the clothes line
    Dripping wet and-

    And then? I ask
    Then I took a footbath
    And counted dragonflies
    And bumblebees and-

    And then? I ask
    Nuffin, Kiki says
    Stop asking so much!
    Better reach me a towel!

    -

    (It took another hour until Kiki finally found her undies and stockings.
    Then we down the path to Smultron Cottage and had mushroom pie and raspberries for dinner)
     
    P.S. If you want to take a look behind the scenes, you can take a look here.
    This is how it looked like today in the afternoon when I took the photos above.

    I have just recently started with Instagram and find it really fun to share a few moments of my daily life every now and then. If you'd like to follow me, I am @frokenskicklig. See you there!

    Summer Project - Fabric Buntings

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     Are you one of those people who save fabric scraps because you think it is a waste of resources to throw away bits and pieces of expensive (and nice) fabrics? I am one of those, definitely, I save a lot of fabric remnants when I make doll clothes. I keep telling myself that I could use them for appliqués, teeny-tiny collars and cuffs, to cover buttons with or eventually start on a dolly picnic blanket.

    After having dragged five boxes just filled with scraps down the removal van, I had to face the fact though that I will in no way be able to use up that stash (unless I decide to only make wee doll clothes for the rest of 2013). Unlike the amount of scraps, my sewing room is not very big, and it is time to say goodbye to all those colourful fabric remnants, hoarded during the past two, three years.

     Part One of my Get-Rid-of-Scraps Plan was to give away at least two boxes to the local kindergarten and school because they are always happy to receive some craft materials for free.
    Part Two of that plan was to finally kick off a summer project I have been wanting to do for quite some time. Nothing fancy, just lots of fabric buntings. I cut free-style triangles, which went super quickly, and I didn't mind that each triangle had another size, to the contrary. Stitched them, ironed them, found some bias tape - and was done after two hours with the first big box of scraps.
     Fabric buntings are a great just-in-case gift, I think, they certainly make everyone smile who loves happy colours. (If you wonder what a just-in-case gift is - it is those gifts that you should always store in the bottom drawer of that cabinet in your living room, just in case. I am sure I am not the only one who is too much occupied with other things at times and all of the sudden it comes to my mind that I forgot it is auntie Milla's birthday today. You certainly guess what follows: the shops are closed, the flowerbed is full of weeds and it is too late to start baking a three-tier cream cake. That is when I open my magic just-in-case drawer filled with goodies ;-)

    We now have fabric buntings for the next three decades (and last-minute solutions for quite a few nearly-forgotten birthdays/ company anniversaries/ sick bed visits) and my sewing room looks less crammed. If I now can come up with a smart idea on what to do with 300 paper bags that I bought for a craft fair four years ago (and never used them), I will call it a big success on the get-rid-of-stuff list.
    ;-)

    Sunny greetings,

    Juliane
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