September 29, 2007
More pics on my Flickr. Now what were they thinking, really!
September 8, 2007
This is a copy of a posting on my other blog. Sometimes my life gets in the way, and I can’t make the clear division: crafting OR translation. It’s just me.
My grandmother was born in Corfu. My grandfather in Turkey. They met in Alexandria, Egypt, and got married. They spoke French, Italian and Ladino. My grandmother also spoke Greek, and they knew a little Arabic, and later on Hebrew, too.
My grandfather would call my grandmother, Rachelle (Rake-leh), the Italian way, and her friends called her Rachelle (Ra-shel), in French. My grandmother called my grandfather Maurice or Maurizio. We called them nonno and nonna, Italian for grandpa and grandma.
At nonna’s house we would drink “Café au lait”, and hear her say “Basta” and “Toma”, or “Mon cher”. When she would get angry, she would say “Allah!”, and she also used “Ah! Dio santo!” When we would cross the road together, she would squeeze my hand in hers, and say “Shema Yisrael”.
Nonna always laughed, “Il moso tiene otro moso” (my servant has a servant of his own), and said about people she didn’t like, “faccia di pocos amigos”. At her house we ate dukka and pisti, bamia, fideus, aliches, lubia, and avikas, and she would make us jump over her pan of “Behor”, to keep the evil eye away. I owe my nonna my knowledge of French. Until the age of four she took care of me, and it is in her house that I learned all these languages. Even today, there are words I only recognize in their Egyptian accent. It was only a few years ago that I learned the funny expression “Doo Paroo” is actually French, d’où par où.Two days before my ever optimistic nonna died in the hospital, she told me, “mostufa”, a new word I had never heard, and didn’t understand. I asked, and she explained that it’s from the Italian “stufa”, but in Corfioto. She had had enough. Nonno died exactly three years ago, at the age of 86, on the eve of the Jewish New Year. Nonna died this week, aged 87, three days after her birthday. May they rest in peace.
Sento la mano tua stanca
Cerca I miei riccioli d’or
Sento e la voce ti manca
La ninna nanna o’allor
Oggi la testa tua bianca
Io voglio stringere al cuor
–From Mamma Son Tanto Felice, here by Pavarotti, who also died this week.
My grandparents, Maurice and Rachelle Rozanes, on their wedding day:
August 16, 2007
Well, not just yet. The Jewish new year, Rosh Hashana is on September 12th, less than a month from now, and I realized I need cards to send out to my customers. I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I realize I have to hurry, because if I want to have them printed written and mailed on time I better get going. I’ve set my eyes on some nice apple brads (apples go together with the new year here – they will make your year sweeter!), but I’m not sure yet how to combine them in a simple but memorable greeting.
Anyway, this isn’t what I was going to write about, I just wanted to share my beautiful collection of vintage greetings, which I just uploaded to Flickr. They’re all so naive and beautiful, and some just crack me up (the bride, the militaristic ones, and the ones with the dolls- what’s that got to do with the new year?). I think you’ll enjoy them, and you’re welcome to print and use them in your artwork, too. Enjoy!
June 13, 2007
Oh, what would my life be without Flickr?
I’ve been meaning to write about these gorgeous dolls for a long time. I find this trend really fascinating. I noticed these beautiful dolls some time ago, and added some of them into my favorites, and then I realized there’s a whole industry surrounding them. It’s a little like the Blythe craze, which also never ceases to amaze me, but I don’t think you can buy Blythe in separate parts.
Apparently, these Asian dolls are very expensive (I haven’t researched too extensively, but from what I can see the basic dolls are about 200 dollars and more), and people buy their skeleton (yes, it freaks me out too! See this one also.), and then they add eyes, hair, make up, clothing, etc. There are many types of dolls, but I think the prettiest one I’ve seen so far is the Latti doll. You can see her pics here and here .
She’s so adorable! Isn’t she?
Laura has this wonderful doll, she crochets and knits dresses and outfits for them, and she also takes wonderful photographs – thanks, Laura, for letting me use your pics!
May 31, 2007
So the time has come to change from my winter bag to my summer one, and I found 7 (!!) pens in my bag. There’s got to be a name to this kind of anxiety. The fear of being lost without a pen, or something along those lines. I only transferred 3 (!) to my summer bag. You can’t say I’m not dealing with my problems! 🙂
So happy the weekend is here!