April 26, 2006
Flickring is now my favorite procrastination. Going through individual and group photos can teach you a lot about the current trends. Here’s what I picked up:
- Everyone loves Blythe. I have no idea where she originated.
- Everyone is crazy about cupcakes. I don’t really understand this, or get the difference between cupcakes and muffins. I think muffins are not coated. Is that all?
- When I was small we used to have “stuffed animals”. Now they’re called plushies or softies.
- In scrapbooking, there are embellishments, notions, keepsakes and charms – from what I’ve seen they’re synonimous – is that correct?
- I’ve seen many “Decole” items – I don’t understand why people like them, or what they really are/ how they orignated.
- Collage and Decoupage – the same or different?
hot: scrapbooking everything, sock dolls, amigurumi, blythe, cupcakes everything, foodie plushies, vintage.
And just a note to all you nice people who comment here, I have no idea why I chose a vlogging platform that doesn’t have a “comment on comment” feature. Should I move?
April 21, 2006
I suddenly noticed that my profile not only says I’m 34, but claims I’m a pisces, which I’m not.
That solved the mystery of why Blogger decided I’m 34. Because their date template is month-day-year, and I typed in day-month-year, as we use it in Israel.
Yay, I’m 33 again.
April 21, 2006
A few years ago I had a boyfriend who lived next to Arab villages. I never understood how he drives by there at night. Seemed extremely dangerous to me. When I moved in with him, I would drive there all alone in the middle of the night without feeling any fear at all. It was my home.
I once thought living on my own would be terrifying. A girl I spoke to said, “of course not, it will be your home, how can you be terrified there? And she was right, of course.
Next month I’m going to Athens. I sent Flickr mail to someone, asking if I’d be safe to walk the streets alone, and she said of course.
When I’m abroad, I sometimes carry my backpack on my front, the touristy way. It makes me feel safer. But when I see tourists in Tel Aviv with their backpacks on that way, it looks very funny. I always think what strange people they are, there’s nothing to be afraid of here. And I’m also a little offended.
maybe I’ll wear my backpack the normal way in Athens, too. 🙂
April 20, 2006
We don’t have all the lovely colored/ shaped brads here, and I really wanted some. So I colored ugly golden brads with nailpolish, and voila. I couldn’t be happier. I guess I’m going to have to buy more nailpolish!
April 20, 2006
A few years ago there was a beautiful exhibit at a museum here, of collections. All types of personal collections were showcased, coca cola memorabilia, swatches, spinning tops, pens, it was really nice, and it was this time of year, Pesach holiday, many of the items were presented in the open air, and it was great. I had done my spring cleaning a few weeks before, and decided to get rid of my collections: advertisement stickers from the eighties, napkins, candles, signatures (!!), and many other bits and pieces. I went into a collectors forum, and learned about the exhibition. The forum was going to meet there, and I was to meet them and distribute my belongings to their new homes. I felt really good about this, because my house was cleaner, spacier, and I made others happy. But when I told them this, they all laughed. They said that being a collector is part of who you are. You can’t get rid of it, you’ll just start hoarding new stuff right away.
Well, they were right. Every now and then I realize I have too many silly things and get rid of them. But now I’m actually sorry for that. I had a HUGE collection of maps from all over the world – thrown away. I had a collection of vintage beads and buttons my mom didn’t want – thrown away. I had napkins and erasers and stationery and soap, and all types of paper and pens (tons of Sanrio stuff my parents brought from Hong Kong) and even kept all the negatives of all the photos I’d ever taken. And all that’s gone.
And now I’ve finally found the hobby that will allow me to continue hoarding and collecting for ever, and putting my stuff to good use. Because I can make tags and bookmarks and collages and gift wrapping and picture frames and magnets from maps and negatives and all those photos that didn’t turn out well (them I still have!), and all the little trinkets I have!
So I’m no longer collecting useless stuff or hoarding it, I’m RECYCLING! Right? 😉
April 17, 2006
Let me see if I can describe what it’s like.
It’s passover holiday right now. No school, many people son’t work, and those who do work only part of the day. I decided to go to the craft store district (I just made this name up, it’s a place in the city where there are many craft stores, mostly for beads and necklaces, but that’s for another post) and see what I can get for me and all my swap buddies.
Although the sky seemed greyish when I left home, the sun appeared a bit later, and it was a beautiful day, with thousands of people in the streets. I love walking, and I can walk really long lengths and enjoy myself. I was just standing outside of a store window, contemplating whether to take a picture or not – it’s a store that sells only brooms. That’s right! ONLY brooms. I thought their window was worth picturing, and just as I was about to get my camera out, I heard a really big blast. I must admit my heart missed a beat, but I saw that no one around me reacted very strongly, so I thought it was probably some loud city noise. I forgot about the picture and continued walking down the street, when tens of ambulances and police cars drove hurriedly by, all sounding their sirens. I understood something had happened, and it’s amazing how you can see it on people’s faces.
The minute the sirens started sounding (the blast was only a few blocks from where I was), EVERYONE was on their cell-phones, either calling family to say their fine, or calling to see where their family and relatives are, making sure they’re alright. Everyone’s faces started looking worried. One store owner had a television set, put it on, and people, including me, stopped to see what had happened. Once the sirens stopped going one way (to the blast location), they started going the other (to the hospital).
It’s a terrible feeling. I can’t describe how insecure it makes you feel on such a regular day, walking the street, when you realize you’re not safe. All of a sudden I became very aware of the thousands of people, the large crowds, the worried faces. And I wasn’t alone. EVERYONE was trying to get on a cab. At time like these all you want is to be in the safety of your home. Which was not simple. It was impossible to get a cab, because they were all full of people. I ended up walking half an hour, and was actually already quite close to my house before I found an empty cab.
Now I’m home.