Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Rome II




Average people hardly take as much photos of floors as I do. I don't know if I've returned from any trip without at least a few photos of what's beneath my feet. The above photos are from the Borgia apartment in the Vatican Museums. As I stepped in I instantly thought of my mother and her quilting hobby.

Here at home I'm trying to declutter as much as I can (and cleaning whatever surfaces I unearth) in the hopes of decluttering my brain. I spend my days at home and it's pretty impossible to relax and focus when there's too many interesting or annoying things around me all the time, so at least I can try to get rid of the annoyances (like the nagging voice inside my head reminding me of windows that probably haven't been washed in at least a year or more, and the little daylight we've got this time of the year is far from bright even without the dirt on the windows). So yeah, I washed my windows in November, without freezing the water on the windows or myself. I'm pretty proud of myself now, but it's not like the chores end there. Time management is not one of my strengths and my brain seems to be wired in a way that makes it extremely difficult to start anything (queen of procrastination here) and stopping isn't much easier. So now that I'm in the mood for massive clean up spree, that's what you get - a crazy woman with squeegees and rags and five sorts of sponges. I have to say, I'd rather be a bit messy than like this all the time. Not that I like to have sediment on top of my floors.

Monday, 19 November 2012

Rome I





1. Günther Uecker's Spirale Scura (1970) in Galleria nazionale d'arte moderna e contemporanea 
2. Fish in a grotto on Palatine Hill 3. Pantheon 4. window on some street I didn't know I was on

You know, I wanted to go to Rome because every time I've been to London the Asperger features that bother me the most virtually disappear and I get a break from being myself, and I thought maybe Rome would do the same thing with the added bonus of a warmer climate. You've probably guessed already that our trip didn't go quite as planned. V calls me Sperg whenever I get all Asperger-y and freak over something perfectly normal. This little trip to Rome was a proper Sperg-fest. I expected to have problems finding my way there but that wasn't an issue at all. I had also expected to eat well for a change (I'm not too great at eating enough/healthy/regularly), since who doesn't love Italian food, but I got frustrated with not knowing the right places where to get good food or knowing where to get great food and feeling intimidated by the restaurant and walking away. So we ended up in random unintimidating places, eating random things, none better than my own cooking and including the worst artichoke pasta ever. And I get really grumpy when I have to eat things I'd rather not - I'm a terribly selective eater (=picky). The other thing I'm very picky about is my personal space. I do not like people coming too close or crossing my ready-planned route of advancement. Not surprisingly it was extremely uncomfortable to step out of the hotel. This is really something I should've realized ahead of time. The crazy traffic was fine compared to the herds of tourists blocking the streets and aisles and steps and everything. Note to self: do not go to any European city most visited by tourists (i.e. Rome) or you will feel like needing another vacation. It's crazy difficult to sperg out in Rome. London is much better, everyone there behaves as if they had Asperger's anyway.

So yeah, I'm the person who whines about a vacation abroad. Now that we got over that I can tell you about how we also saw amazing art, trees, fountains, houses, ruins. We did all the tourist-y things one would expect, then V caught a cold and we didn't really get the chance to venture out in the really interesting places. Oh well, life. Now that we're home, we both have a cold and it's gotten even darker in Finland. If you want to see photos of our trip, you can check out my Flickr set. I will share some of my favourites here later.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Gilt




This one went to the same address as the previous one. V dislikes all the things I gild but it doesn't matter as long as I'm happy with the result. I'm not into shiny things in general but surely I can make an exception for a book or two.

I'm off to see some Vermeers (not Italian but awesome still) and Burris and Guttusos and Giacomettis and many other things. See you next Friday!


Monday, 5 November 2012

anticipation


long-stitch binding with woven spine and cover details, spine material Finnish reindeer vellum
Finnish reindeer leather covers with debossed hexagon pattern

Yet again I'm treating my mental health issues the expensive way (the only way that seems to work), so later this week we're running away to Rome for a quick fix of culture and warmer weather. If you have any recommendations on what to do there, I'd be terribly happy to hear from you. 

I wish I were already there.

Saturday, 3 November 2012

brightness




Brightness.

In reality it is darker than dark. No snow at the moment, just dampness and cold that make your skin crawl. It has been difficult to keep it together lately anyway. These lemon cookies help take the edge away from all the dreariness. I hope it's brighter where you are.