A crappy good wednesday

How can you have a crappy good Wednesday? This is how:

I wake up at 7 due too the telephone ringing. It's my little sister asking When I'm starting school because she needs a change of clothes fast. Apperently she didn't want to be seen in her boyfriends gympants that she had to put on while she was in a hurry in the morning.
" I start at 3 so let me sleep", I say and slam the phone in her ear. Needless to say, my morning temper is not that great.

I go back to bed and the next minute the phone rings again. Arrgh! I answer again with a big "What?!" It's my mom asking me if I'm awake, as it turns out, it hadn't been moments between the two calls at all, it had been hours and it was 12 o clock. I get out of bed, take my "morning" coffee and go to school.

In the evening it's time for me to go to my grandma' s house to show off my jewelry to her friends and after spending what seems to be an eternity in yapetiyap town I go home.
I sold NO jewelry, but I did sell 6 sets of wineglass markers of the kind I gave my grandma for christmas, I hate making those.

So summary for tonight:

Number of ...
..wakeup calls 6 hours before I start school: 1
..coffeecups: 10 (grams drinks a lot of it)
..excuses to wear my pretty new top:1
..ear sores: 1
..explaining why exactly I don't eat meat: 1
..homework I forgot to do: 1
..jewelry sold:0
..orders for somethin I hate making: 6
..money made: 1400 kr ($235)

love
Sofie

I am 19, going on 45

At least, that's how I feel at the moment, or actually, that's how I feel every moment.
What do you do when your in your teens and all your friends want to go clubbing and you really just want to kick back with some fancy food, a glass of red wine and watch "så skall det låta" , the most popular program for people over 40 in Sweden.?

What do you do when all your friends want to hang out after school and you just want to go home, drink some coffee on the porch and do some crafting?

I went clubbing against my will last Saturday and I just felt so lost. People I've barely spoken to came up to hug me and chat about their feelings with their face an inch from mine. The music was so loud you had to yell to have a conversation and all I could think of was: " Am I supposed to like this?"

I called it an early night and got home to read my book but still, the thought kept haunting me..
I can't wait until I'm 45 and can have a quiet Friday night at home, the legitimate way :)

That concludes the late night rant for today, I'll leave a more relevant post as soon as I have the time.

Coming up in the near future: Eritrea and the 2001 imprisonments

The pink problem...

Warning: This post contains massive amounts of self absorbance and is of absolutely no use, you might aswell throw it in the bin, but I had to write it.

I just watched an art documentary on a guy who made I think it was 80 paintings in different nuances of the pink hat on Jackie Kennedys hat the day of the assasination, and all I could think of was, "why aint I like that?"

You see, I have a serious problem when it comes to pink. I see it in everybody elses creations and love it. It can be so strong yet so soft and beautiful. But when it comes to ME making something in pink, it's a whole different story. I think my creations look infantile, dumb and absolutely blaah.

For instance, I've been working on the earrings in the photo for the last THREE DAYS! I've changed about a million things on them and they're still making me a bit unease when I see them. From the get go there was a pink tourmaline on there and the earrings were almost done when I suddenly couldn't stand looking at them, wripped them apart and replaced the pink with a red garnet. Since red is a form of pink, I figured it counts as a more daring creation from my side:)

Now, understanding that my incapacity to do pink stuff isn't the end of the world and that it's probably the smallest problem on this earth right now, it's still pretty damn irritating.

TIA - this is Africa

Last night I promised you guys a little anecdote from my trip to Ghana. Now, I'm not much for letting people down so, here it is: It's about the most honest experience of my life.

One of my last nights in Ghana, I was visiting Cape Coast. A town I never visited before. Now, to get the story, you all must know my most significant character flaud: I'm heavily addicted to nicotine. In Sweden we have a thing called "snus" wich is a little pouch of tobbaco you put under your lip. I had brought with me just enough to last me the whole trip. I was not counting though on Cornelia, who had just stopped using snus a little while ago, not fulfilling her promise to herself. Long story short, she took a few pouches from me ( with my permisson of course) and now, I had no snus and a huge nicotine craving.
I just had to go look for some ciggarettes. I brought Pam ( a nice american girl) with me on my hunt.

It was lateish at night, the sun had set and there were just a few stores open. We checked each one but everyone kept saying, " look in that shop, they might have". So we were wandering in a totally unknown town, in an unknown neighberhood, two white girls getting further and further from our hotel.
We decided to go to one last place before heading back and the woman running it said " I don't have any, but follow me" We were kind of unease about following a strange woman in to an alley, but we didn't want to be rude.

Walking in to the dark alley, we started hearing some music and loud voices. We had reached a little pub-like place in the alley where people were drunk, dancing and shouting "obruni" wich means white lady after us. The lady we followed pointed us towards the bar desk and went back to her shop. I must admit I was pretty scared. I asked the bartender if I could buy some ciggarettes, wich I could. Then I asked for a ligher or matches. They didn't have that.

Now let me remind you, that a white woman in Ghana is always concidered rich. And I guess, compared to the people in the bar, we where. So, I wouldn't really blame them if they'd all just jumped us and taken our money. But they didn't.
As a matter of fact, somebody had overheard me asking for matches and the next thing I know a man was standing in front of me with a brand new box of them in his hand, giving them to me. He had gone to buy them in a nearby shop he knew carried them!
To top it off, When I offered him money for the gesture and to replace him for the matches, he just smiled and walked away!
We thanked everybody, they all waved and said goodbye and we headed back to our hotel. Now
I ask you this, where else in the world will you meet people this friendly? Poor people prepared to give away their last money to help a fellow man?
TIA, people, This Is Africa!

Knee Joint pendant - Done!

Okey! Finally ready and shipped away. It was quite a challenge. I couldn't really get a good picture of it either. That was probably due to those 3 cups of coffee I drank just before taking them. Or the fact that it was 1 am and absolutely NO natural light was available.
Anyway, this is what it looks like. Doesn't seem much to the world but oddly it looked stunning on. Cornelia commented on it saying, "first it looked OK, now it looks great! You should make one of your own!"
Of course, she's right but I'm so bad at "remaking" something. It always just ends up in the trash die too massive boredom from my part.

Anyways, it's late at night and that makes my English deteriorate so I'm just going to upload the photo.

Tomorrow I have a great little anecdote from my Ghana trip in stall for you guys so check in then!

love
sofie

Knee joint pendant

Yes you read right. I'm making a pendant depiciting a knee joint.
As many of you etsylovers out there know, last night was the grand opening of the alchemy. I read through the ads and suddenly there it was! A request for a knee joint pendant. My hands got all sweaty and my blood started pumping, I had to make that! So I placed a bid and won, and today I started it. It's going to look awesome!

Since most of you don't know me, here's the reason to my exitement:

From the time I was 13 until a year and a half ago, I walked with a cain. My knees are apparently malformed in the bones and after a little accident I was pretty much "the girl with the cain" for the rest of my teen years. I got surgury done in 2006 wich fixed the problem but I have a 15 cm long scar as a reminder of the pain and I carry it with pride.

My point is, I could understand this womans need to have the pendant made and I was very happy to be the one to do it since I understand how she feels. Now, don't think I'm sobbing over this every night. I feel proud that I made it threw those years without a total loss of self-esteem. And on the plus side, I had much more time for my arts:)

have a lovely evening everyone!

Birthdays and obsessions...

So, Yesterday was my birthday! I got a great new camera, wich was desperately needed since my old one started to fall to pieces in Africa and hasn't recovered since.
I made the famous Swedish dish "smörgåstårta". My boyfriend who is Eritrean gagged and told me it had an "interesting taste". It was a good day:)

For those who might know me, I tend to obsess about stuff when I come up with an idea. Last week it was Petro Tourmaline flat pear briolettes wich kept me up at night and flashed in front of my eyes whenever I blinked. This weeks obsession is (drumming with my fingers): Rose Quartz pointer marquise briolettes. I can't get them out of my head!
If anyone has an idea about were to find them at a resonable price, please contact me!

On the downside of this day, I have loads of homework to do and the only thing I feel like doing is crafting! My fingers are all itchy of abstinence from silver wire:)

Anyway...

Cheers everybody!
love
sofie