New jewelry is always a good reason to make a blog post (I hope so at least;). I realized that it’s been ages since I last posted here. I try to limit the posts about jewelry, just to not bother you too much with it but then, this is basically what this blog and page is for. So I decided to show you some more not yet published pieces which still awaits its time. I’ve been so busy lately with my day job and life that it was just enough time to make something, not to list itin the shop or etsy. Anyhow here they are and I hope you will like them.
I’ve took this photo some time ago and it’s just been on my desktop computer waiting. I didn’t have any big use for it, but I couldn’t just make myself throw it out. So here it is. A picture of a little beauty. Found its homein a forgotten place but then maybe there will be someone stubborn enuugh to find it out. Or maybe not.
I spent my free time lately reading some old classics which I think noone reads now (although everyone knows about them, and I’m not talking about Mrs Dalloway;). And the most funny thing is that they are really great books. And they are there waiting for someone curious enough to start reading. I wonder how many of such people are still out there… Curious, stubborn or determined to go a little further than everyone else.
My difficult relationship with Mrs Dalloway had few stages.
Few years ago I bought myself a copy of Mrs Dalloway (in English) and I got stuck. I honestly I couldn’t go further than dozen pages because I had to translate so many of the words. Because I somehow knew that in this book every word matters.
Unfortunately I took me few years to get myself a polish copy of the book. I wanted to read it. But I wasn’t crazy about it. I’ve seen the movies based on Woolf’s life ad Woolf’s art and to be true I wanted to read it because it seems like I should. Only that. But then, I read “Room’s of its own” and my affair with Virginia Woolf got a bit more serious. I got intrigued not only by the “fame” of the books but by the author. By what she wanted to say.
I remember doing some research and listening a podcast about her. There was this story told by her nephew. He was little boy when he knew Virginia and he was talking about how curious she was about every detail of his life. Every second. When he was coming to visit, she was asking how he spent the morning and the asking more. And more. And even more…
I don’t remember the title of the podcast, but this story told by the old voice of Virginia’s nephew made a lasting impression. Because I could see it in Mrs. Dalloway. The gracious and beautiful attention. Because every word matters. This is why I couldn’t go further than dozen words while reading the original version.
I’m really happy that I finally read Mrs Dalloway. Mostly because it has so much in it. Even though, book is limited by the number of pages, there are no limitations in discovering and rediscovering the beauty and nostalgia of it. And of this passionate need to discover life…
“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”
“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!”
“I ca’n’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “because I am not myself, you see.”
I guess it’s one of my favourite quotes from Alice but then, is it truly possible to chose only one? I definitely have to read this book again, and maybe than, I will chose another one, because I will be a different person then…
I don’t have much time to make jewelry lately but when I do, I try to make it outside. In my small garden. It is surrounded by buildigs but it is still a garden filled with life. There is a colony of snails, small lavender plants trying to grow and those strange flowers without names. I tell myself that I have to discover them one day . But not today. I have a feeling that not knowing is sometimes a good thing.
I love Jane Austen’s books and I think it’s quite a good opening sentence for this Ann Radcliffe’s The Mysteries of Udolpho tiny review. Because lets face the truth, I don’t think that someone else is reading her books these days. I do hope I’m wrong. And beside the small groups of fanatics of Austen’s works there is other group of admirers of Gothic horror/romance novels who reads them in winter evenings, surrounded by light of candles and howling wind.
But back to the Mysteries of Udolpho. I bought it few years ago (after watching some Jane Austen’s fan movie) and I left it on bookshelf for those long years. Because it’s a Gothic romance. Probably very exalted and “romantic” to the core. And funny thing is that it is all that but in the same way it has quite interesting plot. Main heroine faints from time to time, and she is taken by horros and strange fears even more, but in the same time she tries to actually restrain her vivid imagination and rest calm. She is again righteous to the core but this didn’t interrupt her to be quite nosy about all strange things.
I was afraid that this book will be long and not very intriguing, but I did read it with great interest just because I was honestly curious how Emilia, the main character will end (and be sure that I often can guess what will happen in this types of books). Add to it this nice feeling that you are reading something that Jane Austen read, and bunch of others women in her times. Think about beautiful landscapes and pleases too (and strange gloomy castles!) which were so vividly present in the book. And you will come with quite a nice and interesting book which is not only entertaining but gives quite inside into those strange but so romantic times.
I wander if you’ve hear about The Mysteries of Udolpho?:-)
I had this amazing idea that I would regularly create a blog post about so many great topics. Jewelry of course, but also snapshots of everyday life, maybe some information about gemstone I use. I wanted to create captivating reviews or maybe just share an opinion about books I’ve read. Maybe books I want to read. All those great ideas met reality. When I write something here once per month, it’s a good score.
But there are dreams and there is reality. I guess everyday tasks, day job, and creating jewelry in the meantime don’t leave much time for other things. And I need time to read books too! I still struggle with time management but I guess who doesn’t. So this amazing idea turned out to be quite difficult to realize. Well, maybe one day I will write post about how manage time effectivly!
So while I’m here I decided to show you two pair of earrings. During the last few months, I’ve made more earrings than usual and it was fun. I even tried to make some which I guess I could call a mini-series. There is this idea (again!) to create pieces inspired by particular themes or topics, but for now, I just need to make place for such idea! So while running a clearance sale on etsy I put here these two pairs. The “theme” was rather simple. I was looking for an unusual shape for earrings. And something like that showed up under my fingers. I hope you like it! And of course, you can find them here, in my shop. The black pair is also listed on Etsy!
I want to remember this little daisy and the beauty of all those flowers I met. But I can’t. Memory is sometimes so weak and unreliable. And the beauty is fragile too. It passes so quickly. So I couldn’t resist memorising this little daisy which I got yesterday from my love. He made me smile. This little daisy made me smile too. And I hope it will make you do the same 🙂
It is good to stop. To not only look around but to look up (or down;). Spring is here and I can smell this scent of fresh life in the air. I love this time of the year because it is so ephemeral. I can never get used to it, because it passes so quickly. White trees and colorful flowers, this juicy fresh green, and deep blue cloudless sky… I guess only sky is there for ever.
First time in my life I have a small garden of my own. It’s not truly mine, it belongs to appartament which I rent, but still! It’s a strange feeling, because suddenly I don’ know what to do with it except of photographing it. There are so many flowers and plants and bunch of other stuff. I have no idea how they are called and how to take care of them. And which are good and which are not. It’s bit overwhelming. And it is beautiful too 🙂 ! I know now how much I don’t know. So i stop. I breath. I take photos. I look around and I go on.