"Wenn man beginnt, seinem Paßfoto ähnlich zu sehen, sollte man in den Urlaub fahren.“

So we followed Ephraim Kishons advice and escaped to Budapest for the weekend. Sunshine and friendleness awaited us. More about that in the next post.

Insanity lies in the eye of the beholder.

Pompoms #2

Some weeks ago, I made three of those pompons and hung them up over our guest bed. Everybody adores them and a friend of mine decided to make some for her new room as well. Having all the silky paper out again, the idea formed that I should do some more as well. 

With my boyfriends nephews birthday coming up (the birthday of the nephew of my boyfriend / the nephew of my boyfriend`s birthday), I thought I will make some of a little bit more colour. Too bad I couldn`t unfold them (due to shipping) to show them here in their full glory but I might get a picuture of them hanging out in their new home. At least you know now how small they are unfolded, so very easy to send them to a lovely person.

I just want you to know that I'm happy.

So this my work space! We moved in almost a year ago, but this little corner with all those ribbons and tapes and pens and scissors was only finsihed some weeks ago. Well, its still not finished really, but its in a good state. Quite pathetic but I think I sat there one or twice during the last weeks. 

When I do stuff and its in any way possible, I do it on our couch. And that applies to everything. On the couch I do more stuff than anywhere else. Stupid, when all the things I need to cut, glue and paint are in another room. Also stupid because I leave quite some marks behind... glitter, scraps and threads which makes my boyfriend crazy. But still, it feels good to have a place where all the things have its place and on top of all look nice because its location is in the guest room. Or the guest bed is located in our study. Either way, that is how it looks.

And then I was hooked.

In our bathroom at home we had these two big rugs made out of this textile yarn. Before it was cool. My mum made them. From yarn she bought at a big textile factory for I believe a very low price. Which is what the price should be considering that it's a waste product. I think it was a a year ago that I found this ball of yarn in a little store in France and bought it for not such a low price but well. Not soon after I finished my first little basket. I made one for my sister as well and then some time later did a huge one for... storing all my textile yarn!

So when I went home (the rugs are don't exist anymore), my mum told me to go up to the attic because there should still be in some corner some of the textile yarn that she bought some ten, fifteen years ago. Well, there was not only a little, but masses of this yarn in several different colours! Awesome! <3 

Books for long summer days.

Summer time is reading time. No, winter time is reading time. No, summer time! No, winter time! Alright, alright, both are! I just read some really nice books lately and I thought, as I'm always looking for some good one you might be doing the same. 

Jojo Moyes: Me before you

Quite a cheesy covet to be honest but it was highly recommended by the sales person at the book store. Not quite convinced at first, the book caught me and didn't let me go until I was through. Its about a girl that lives in a tiny british village. She has never been ambitious, lives with her parents, has the same boyfriend for the last 5 years and is quite happy with the job she has at the little cafe. Until she gets fired. Forced to find another job as everyone relies on her income, she starts taking care of this guy that quadriplegic. He is super grumpy, makes her feel uncomfortable and feels sorry for himself a lot. But after some time, he slowly... slowly... opens up to her... But of course there is catch and they don't have much time to find their ways, making choices, understanding choices, trying to change choices. 

John Green: Looking for Alaska

There is this boy, a teenager, leaving home to go to boarding school. For the first time, his life is interesting. He has friends, gets enganged in behaviour like smoking, breaking curfew and falling in love with the most fenomenal girl he has ever seen. She is smart, sexy, witty... and becomes a real friend that gets him girls, gets him out of trouble and gets him some adventures.  Then suddenly a tragedy happens and nothing will ever be the same for anyone. In the book, the days are counted. It starts with "...  days before" until it reaches 0 and time is counted as "... days after". I really loved that book and read it way to quickly that I ended up on holidays without anything to read and no bookstore with English books anywhere to be found. Also, I might call my daughter, if I will ever have one, Alaska. 

John Green: The fault in our stars. 

Just finished this book a few days ago. After reading "Looking for Alaska" I wanted to read some more by John Green and my choice fell on this one. Its about Hazel who has cancer and it will kill her at some point. But not at the moment. At the moment she is busy falling in love with Augustus, who also had cancer, lost a leg but is considered fine for several years now. When she has to stay in intensive care at the hospital for some days, she realizes that she is a grenande. One day she will explode and hurt everybody that is close to her. She tries to keep her distance to Augustus which is hard for her and him. In the end its not sure who is more at risk of getting hurt... God, I love this guy, next book is already ordered! By the way, the movie is coming out 2014 apparently, which is both cool and scary. 

Pesto this, Pesto that.

I could be called a rebell when it comes to following recipes. Cause I never do it. There is always something I leave out or put in. Mostly though because I don't have everything that would be required. Might also be the reason why I'm not an outstanding cook but only mediocre. 

But this time changing the recipe worked out so well that I will share it here. So I decided to do some pesto. We didn't have any parmesan cheese so I had to send my boyfriend to the store to get some. Pesto without parmesan is really hard to pull off and even me as a recipe-abandoning-chef would not try that. I actully did two types of pesto and although only one of them is truly heavenly, I will share both with you. If you ezpect a culinary miracle I would go somewhere else though :)

Pesto Rosso with tomatoes and walnuts

• a handful of walnuts
• 4-5 dried tomatoes
• 3 fresh tomatoes
• parmesano
• 100 ml of olive oil
• three basil leaves
• salt
• peper
• cayenne pepper

So I fried the nuts in the pan without any oil (they actually burned a little which was too bad). Then I put them into a tall bowl and mixed them with the rest of the ingredients. I have a hand blender that suceeds quite well in shredding everything into little pieces. Towards the end you can add some salt and pepper and other spices as you wish. 

Pesto Verde with mixed nuts

• a good handful of mixed nuts 
• two handfuls of basil leaved
• parmesano
• some parsley
• 150 ml of olive oil
• salt
• pepper

I had a package of mixed nuts which were meant for salads. There were some pumpkin seeds, some sunflower and some pine nuts in there. I also fried them (and this time didn't burn them), mixed them with the other ingredients and blended everything. Took me much more time to blend everything into a nice sauce but taking the time was worth it. Although I don't mind tasting little pieces of the nuts in the pesto. 

So now you probably wonder which of the two the truely amazing one and which the mediocre one is. Well, my boyfriend and I both like the green pesto much better. But yeah, thats just us :)