I love Christmas markets and I love handmade stuff. You already saw the pictures of the crafts fair a few weeks ago, I love markets like that. Not mainly to buy, but also to see what other people are crafting, to talk a little bit with like-minded persons and to get inspired for my own craftings. My first Christmas market this season was a small one in a community center nearby. People with small businesses showing their goods in little booths and I loved to walk around there. Sadly I only took my small camera with me, I wasn’t prepared for that much cuteness everywhere. Some of the stuff was so unique.
Ich liebe Weihnachtsmärkte und ich liebe Selbstgemachtes. Ihr habt die Bilder von der Kreativmesse for ein paar Wochen, ja bereits gesehen, Ich liebe solche Veranstaltungen. Nicht unbedingt um mir etwas zu kaufen, auch um zu sehen was andere Leute so basteln, mit Gleichgesinnten zu sprechen und mich vielleicht bei dem einen oder anderen Stück auch inspirieren zu lassen. Mein erster Weihnachtsmarkt diesen Winter war ein Kleiner in einem Gemeindehaus in meinem Bezirk. Privatpersonen und kleine Unternehmer hatten ihre Stände aufgebaut und ich fand es toll durch die Reihen zu laufen und meine Blicke schweifen zu lassen. Leider hatte ich nur meine kleiner Kamera mitgebracht, weil ich nicht dachte, dass es soviel zu fotografieren geben würde.
These cards caught my eye, tiny and cute with acrylic glass to hang theme on the tree or on a gift. by hand-kunststück-wien
The seller of these cute earrings also had felt slippers and other cute stuff to sell. You can order them at lisabirkner [at] yahoo [dot] de
Those handmade soaps caught my eye immediately. So beautiful in different shapes and colors. Some of them with gold glitter or little gems. I bought one with a beautiful rose pattern.
I always admire people who work with wood and make it look good. I never achieved that. by edles-holz
I first saw the cute little fairy dresses and then a lot of others stuff at the stand of “silent noise” – Especially the “Blütezeit” necklace is so beautiful. You can visit the creator at her blog.
I just love jewellry like that. The pendants are made out of domino stones what makes it even more unique, but also the other goods had a certain style with them. Kinda vintage and a little bit victorian/steampunkish. So… Do our cats name us? by Needful Things
Handmade doll and teddy bear clothes. Isn’t this adorable. I had a long talk with the old lady who makes this clothes, about her passion and how people want to buy the doll clothes for their dogs, she doesn’t like that. If you are a doll lover and interested in one of those adorable vests, email me, I have her phone-number.
This was special. And kitschy. I loved it. The table was full of Christmas floral arrangements with little birds, deers and a lot of other stuff. I talked to the creator for a while and she told me how you have to be at least a little bit crazy to start crafting. She is right.
This is the place where I bought my little Garlic-Ghost from I showed you on Instagram already. A lot of cute stuff was going on here. Not just wonderful and really beautiful quilts and other patchwork stuff, also pencil cases and super cute stuffed dolls. Buy everything here at Elikos Anderswelt.
I already showed my favorite pesto recipe to you. Here is the second recipe out of my pesto-recipe-collection. It’s a little greener and has a lot of garlic in it, because I love garlic.
ingredients: 80 gr Walnuts 60 gr Sweet basil 150 ml Olive oil 4 cloves Garlic 3 tbsp Nutrional yeast Salt
(1,5 tsp lemon juice)
Put the basil, walnuts, garlic and oil into an appropriate container and blend it into a smooth paste. Season it with nutritional yeast and as much salt as you like.
If you want to preserve your pesto you can add lemon juice to keep it from getting brown. I prefer to leave it out, because I don’t care about the color at all.
You can serve your pesto with, of course some nice pasta, but you can also use it for seasoning every dish you like.
Every year I find myself in the same situation before winter “I don’t have a warm coat” – “I will freeze to death” – “Why are all the coats so ugly“. Overwhelmed by the offers of ugly jackets that look like trash bags or coats that are not warm, even if you wear them with a whole sheep underneath, I usually go with a cute but not warm alternative.
I was happy enough to get a voucher from OTTO for participating at the Blog-awards, so I have the agony of choice now to find a cute little coat I like and stay warm with and I really wanted to share their offerings with you.
Really can’t decide which one to get though.
I love love love love love pesto. Especially out of dried tomatoes. Pesto isn’t really cheap at the supermarket and most of the time there is cheese in it. But you can do pesto without cheese as good as the classic version. Me having a new blender, I have to try EVERYTHING smushed and mushed.
With a big glass of dried tomatoes at home I knew what to do.
ingredients: 200 gr Dried tomatos in oil 3 tbsp Cashew nuts 3 tbsp Nutritional yeast 1 tsp Crema di basilico 1 clove Garlic 4 tbsp Oil (from the dried tomatos) 1 tbsp Tomato paste
Cut your tomatos in half or smaller pieces for your blender and put them in the appropriate container together with the nuts, oil and garlic. Blend your ingredients to a smooth paste. Season it with yeast, crema di basilico and tomato paste.
If your pesto is not smooth enough just poor a little bit more oil.
Fill your pesto in a screw top jar and fill it up with about 3 mm of oil to cure if you don’t eat it right away.
This goes well with any kind of pasta, also whole grain. We also used it as breadspread on sandwiches, delicious. But I could eat this one with a spoon.
I do love everything with animals, especially forest animals. Owls, foxes, racoons, badgers, squirrels, birds, just everything. You have to love those little cuties. I want a whole house with a lot of animals coming to visit me to get food, birds helping me dress, squirrels bringing me nuts and bears coming to get a hug.
But since that happens, I just have to buy everything cute with a wildlife print. ♥
…or my journey to meet the man who made falling asleep as a kid a living hell for me.
I remember like it was yesterday. Young me sitting in front of the TV on a friday night, propably watching some early evening TV programme when a trailer pops up. One of those who wants to convince you to watch a film later this evening. I can’t remember everything, but what I remember is a clown. This trailer changed my childhood. I thought that this clown is living under my bed, for a long time, maybe for years, until I was old enough to realise. But until then I slept with the blanket over my head and most of my stuffed animals under it too. I believed finding a plushie torn up by him, would mean he is actually real and I refused to believe that. I’m talking about “IT” – Until now I’ve never seen nor read this classic and I probably never will.
And this Tuesday I went to see the man who’s fault is the trauma of me and many children born in the 80′s and later. I will never ever find something funny about a clown ever again.
I got up at 5:30 – put on the dark tower shirt Erin and I got us from Teefury a while back and tried to look decent. There is no need to make yourself superpretty or throw a lot of make up on your face when you will spend most of your time in trains and on the street.
Meeting at 7:00 to get some coffee we desperatley needed and finding a good seating at the train. I guess those trains are made for people without handbags and/or netbooks, because even the places with desk we got were crammed with our stuff after sitting down.
I tried to blog a little bit, distract myself so the time passes, but Internet wasn’t working most of the time, so thanks ÖBB for distracting me with being pissed about not getting enough internet for distraction.
After a short stay in Salzburg to change trains and a funny ride in an old train we arrived in Munich. Not the first time in my life, because a few years ago, in Munich began my heroic journey to Helsinki.
Walking around outside we found a Starbucks pretty fast. I had a chance to look up a nearby DM-drugstore I always visit when I’m in Germany. Finding the drugstore wasn’t that easy though. But that is another story and if I would tell you that, the blog entry would be called „my journey to find a DM-drugstore because I desperately wanted some nail polish“ but it’s not.
After picking up the tickets at 4 p.m. (Hi cute guy who couldn’t find Erins name and is probably 10 years younger than me.) we decided to please our maltreated bodies with a hot beverage. So we went back to Starbucks to then go back to the location „Circus Krone“
There was already a queue in front of the entry, but it wasn’t that long and we were pleased about were we stood. It was still 2 hours and 15 minutes to go. It started raining.
We spend the time watching tv-shows on the netbook, but it got colder and after 1,5 hours I started freezing pretty bad. My feet were so cold it hurt and my body was shaking and not warming up even with jumping up and down.
After 2 hours they removed the first barrier and we were able to got a bit further, standing in front of the Circus being well-lit. It was beautiful.
But we also could see now that there was another queue. People coming later then us just build another line in the other direction so they don’t have to wait behind everybody. SERIOUSLY? And that’s one of my biggest points of criticism. Is it so hard to put someone at the beginning of the line to tell people where the end is? A guy in one of those chic yellow warning vests telling people „Please get in line. The end of the queue is down the street“ – Apparently paying a poor student 7€ an hour and giving him a free entry to the event is too much to ask. Not a tough or complicated job. Come on, a f**** grid could have done the job.
Some of the people tried to explain that they’re standing in the wrong line and it is rude and unfair to the ones waiting for hours already, but most of them ignored everything. Of course they wanted to have a good place to sit without waiting for over 2 hours in the rain.
Bad Luck I guess.
BUT when we got in we got a good place. Not front row, not balcony, but good enough to have an okay view.
The location was beautiful. And I could feel the tension. Also there is a lot of irony about giving a reading in a circus, with the man whose imagination bore the clown Pennywise 27 years ago.
The bell rang one, two and then three times before the lights went out and a literary critic came out to introduce Stephen King, a laughing and funny looking man, old, with grey hair and wrinkles. Not scary, not creepy or eerie at all. And let me tell you one thing, he is hilariously funny.
After welcoming him the first part of the interview started.
I made a short video of 5 minutes, not best quality, but you can hear him talk.
Then he read a part out of his new book „Doctor Sleep“. A sequel to King’s novel The Shining from 1977. „Fucking Ipad“ he said, having difficulties reading from it. The crowd applauded. No doubt anymore that he is awesome.
Not allowed to record the actually reading and I understood that, here is the plot copied from Wikipedia. „With Doctor Sleep, Stephen King returns to the characters and territory of one of his previous novels, The Shining. The novel features the now middle-aged Dan Torrance (the boy protagonist of The Shining) and the twelve-year-old girl, Abra Stone, who possesses an even greater psychic ability (“shining”) than Danny did as a child.”
Following the events of The Shining, Danny remains psychologically traumatized; Wendy, his mother, is still in pain from her recovered injuries. Angry ghosts from The Overlook Hotel eventually find Danny, including the woman from Room 217. Chef Hallorann eventually teaches Danny how to imprison the ghosts in lock boxes inside his mind.
The adult Dan reprises his father’s legacy of anger and alcoholism. Dan drifts for decades, but eventually finds AA and gives up drinking. He settles in a New Hampshire town and works in a nursing home, where his remnant mental abilities provide comfort to the dying. With the aid of a cat that can foresee the future, Dan became “Doctor Sleep.”“
We are relieved that even someone like Stephen King isn’t good at reading from his own books. At last he is a writer, not a reader.
The interview continues and I decided to pick a few questions out for you that might be interesting.
He lives and writes in Bangor, Maine where he feels he belongs. Why do you belong to Bangor Maine?
I don’t think I belong at first. I grew up in South of there in a little tiny town. And later I decided, after making money as a writer, I had an idea that I wanted to write a story about a haunted city. I had two choices, it was Portland which is the big city at the southern part of the state and Bangor which is Northern.
Because you keep making fun of my German pronunciation… It isn’t “Banger”, it’s BangOr (interviewer pronounced it as Banger). And that book turned out to be something called “IT” and I think that probably I made a whole generation of Americans and Germans who are afraid of clowns. And that’s a good thing.
If I’m correctly informed the human body renews itself every 7 years. So the Stephen King who’s writing a sequel to the shining, what has this Stephen King to do with the author of “The Shining”?
Yes, the human body is supposed to renew itself every 7 years, but it supposendly replicates what went before and there will only be small changes. Every writer whos in at the job for 30 or 40 years starts to change a little bit.
I think that, that writer who created the Overlook hotel and Danny and Jack Torrence and Wendy, was probably a little more firey than this guy. He was certainly a lot younger and there was a lot more energy involved, because I had a young mans energy and the words were just puring out. And I never thought like this was a book that I made, it was a book that I found, like I was getting dictation from a source greater than myself.
When I sat down to write “Doctor Sleep” I thought to myself: “You know… people are probably gonna say this is not a good book“.
Because a lot of them come up to me at signings and stuff, saying “You know that book you wrote… The Shining. Boy, that really scared me. That was a really scary book.” And I say: “Well, Yeah! You were 14 years old. You were hiding under your bed covers, your knees were knocking together” and now they are in their 50s and 60s and they probably gonna say: “But that’s not so good”.
What made you go back to “Shining”. What kind of unfinished business did you have there?
Danny’s never left my mind. And apparently I wasn’t alone, because I did public events, which I don’t do a lot because, one of the reason why writers are writers and not public speakers is that big audiences like this scare the hell out of us.
But when I did do public events people are coming up asking “What ever happened to the little boy in The Shining?” First they would say: “Hey Steve. Where do you get your ideas?” and I will say “I will tell you, but then I’ll have to kill you!”
They never ask about Paul Sheldon the writer from “Misery” or any of the other characters. They ask about Roland from the Dark Tower and they ask about Danny Torrence. And I was curious because he had an extremely troubled childhood. (…) I was curious what kind of adult he would become and I wrote the book to find out.
Stephen King about “meeting” Stanley Kubrick (director of the film “The Shining”) for the first time.
The first time Stanley and I talked… I can call him Stan. My pal “Stan”… “Stan the man”.
So I was shaving, it was 7 o’clock in the morning and in my house in Maine. I was shaving, I think I had a hangover. And my wife came into the bathroom: “Steve, Steve, Stanley Kubrick is on the phone and he wants to talk to you” and I went… (mimics cutting himself with the shaver). And blood started to come out. So I grabbed some toilet paper and put it on my face. And I went to the phone and this voice said: “Hello Steven it’s Stanley Kubrick and I think most ghost stories are optimistic, don’t you?”
And I’m thinking to myself “It’s 7 o’clock in the morning, I’m in my underwear, my face is bleeding and Stanley Kubrick is calling me and wants to know if ghost stories are optimistic”
So I said: “Why do you say that Mister Kubrick?” And he said: “Well, if we survive death it’s a good thing. If we live after death, it’s a good thing.” And I said: “But Mister Kubrick, what about hell?”
And he said: “I don’t believe in hell”
I said: “Well, that’s great, but you have to realize that maybe ghosts are not happy just because they go on. Maybe they wish to were in oblivion. There is all kinds of possibilities. But the idea of that ghosts are the happiest piece of shit because they are living… That’s bullshit!”
So he said: “Thank you!”
What was the bottom for Stephen King? (Talking about his addiction)
Well, there were a lot of bottoms for me, but I think. But every alcoholic or drug addict reaches a point were you say “I just can’t go on another day and live like this, but I don’t know how to stop” And at that point, you reach out for help or you die.
The German reading is next on the schedule. I’m not a big listener of audio books. Most of the time it’s just not my thing. But David Nathan, boy, he did a good job. I instantly recognized his voice and Erin then brought to my attention that he must be the German voice actor of Johnny Depp. It kinda felt like Stephen King and Johnny Depp reading me a good night story.
How do you find your language? Is there something like a “Stephen King sound”? What does it consist of?
I mean… I think that writer find their voice after a while. It’s like a story teller in the old days came around trading stories and fairy tales for food or shelter for the night.
So it’s an old tradition. But I think… The reading you just heard (revers to the Doctor Sleep reading in German) moved me and I don’t speak German. I heard the music. And that’s a wonderful experience to me. That never happened before.
For instance… in music. There are voices that last for a very long time. Voices that we know. (…)
Bob Dylan. First time I heard Bob Dylan I played the music loud. My mother would say “Stephen turn that down. He sounds like a pig caught in a barb wire fence”. And then my kids came along and they listened to Bob Dylan. My grand kids came along and they listened to Bob Dylan. It isn’t because his voice is tuneful or he is a great tuneful singer. There is something like a soulful quality there. (…) And the same is true with fiction. We find voices that we want to hear again.
If a good fairy came to the Circus Krone and grand you one wish, would you wish for the abolishment of Death?
Ah, If I wished for the abolishment of death… This place would be really fucking crowded.
I don’t think I would, but I’d just assume that you went before me. I hope none of us go tonight, that would be really good, but it could happen.
It was already 9:30 and I got pretty tired. The scattered lighting hurt my eyes, I was still cold from outside and kinda shaky from tension and coldness.
At the end they read 3 questions from fans you could asked on Facebook before. I loved Erins questions about how he feels about having traumatised a generation and made them fear clowns. But they didn’t pick them. Second round was 3 questions from the audience. Not really interesting.
We said goodbye, gave standing ovations to Sire King and the last announcement was about the book signing raffle. With seeing all the people coming there I kinda understood why there was no signing session. It would’ve take ages.
We didn’t won. No signed book for us. So Erin bought a normal German copy and we rushed out as fast as the queues let us.
The rain stopped, but it was still cold. We arrived at the central station of Munich just before 11 p.m. Still having 40 minutes until our train arrives.
It had something lyric sitting in a station diner, eating Chinese noodles that could have been hotter, just waiting for the train to arrive, to finally come home, lie into bed and realising that this was not just a dream.
Waiting on the platform with a hot cup of tea in our hands we heard that our train is delayed for 40 minutes. The lyric stopped while sitting in Burger King to warm up, Erin reading for me from „Doctor Sleep“ when we attracted the attention of some homeless drunks, warming up too. Trying to talk to us or trying to listen to the reading we decided to leave them behind, to freeze on the platform, when our train arrived.
We left the station with one hour delay. I tried to make myself comfy, tried to sleep, tried to let time fly and when Erin wake me up it was just before 6 a.m. – on time.
When I got home, I went to bed and had a dreamless and the deepest sleep since weeks. Thank you Stephen King for this special bedtime story.
Alice and I had a stand at the flea market for beauty in Linz last weekend. Some of you maybe remember my post about it or saw it on my Facebook page and today I want to show you some picture I made.
We left Vienna around 10:30 with a s***load of beauty stuff. My suitcase was heavier than weeks before at my London trip. The suitcase had rolls, but even dragging it was exhausting. I was so happy when we finally sat in the train, watching the first season of Ink Master, because nothing is more entertaining than a stupid reality show.
The flea market took place in a community hall, in a small room with around 20 tables in and outside. Tables were big enough for people who didn’t have their whole bathroom with them, like we did. Alice and I had a hard time cramming everything on the table, although I took some wooden boxes with me.
After finally putting everything up, I took a peak around at the other stands. I swore to myself that I won’t buy something. And I didn’t. BUT it hurt, I saw some stuff I felt I need in my life.
Prices were great and so many cute stuff. Also the organisation was really great, everything went so smoothly. The raffle bags were gone in the first hour and from what I heard everything in it was worth way more than they paid for it. There was also a nice range of cakes to choose from that were apparently very delicious.
All people were really nice and welcoming. I was happy about everyone I met there, everyone was so friendly. We will be back there next time because it was a lot of fun. I hope there will be more people then, I really want this flea market to be a success, it deserves it.
I even took some gifts home with me, I will show you another time.
If you want to sell there too or just want to visit next time, stay up to date at Facebook.
On the railway station Alice and I took a few quick pictures of our matching outfits. Working uniform it is.
You can just see the style difference between us in these pictures, although we adore roughly the same things.
Thanks to Jessica, Jasmin and Melanie for organising this.