Sewing In family

It was a lot of fun to sew with my beloved nieces. We used two tutorials from the internet and look what we did in two days!

Katia’s bag, was a lot like her: she made a plan and followed it! She was done at least three hours before Margot and I.

We had a lot of help from the internet, from people who happily share their insights and experience through great tutorials. I am so grateful for that!

We agreed to make drawings of how we would like our bags to look like, and after that we chose among the fabric options and got started.

We found a great tutorial that helped a lot here, and Katia’s bag was the first.

 For Margot’s bag we used the same tutorial (here), plus some details in the bojagi from Korea. I am in love with the technique I’ve seen in the book Bojagi and Beyond.  Pay attention to the little triangles, they are used on marriage bojagis, we found them so lovely I’ve used it in another project and Margot gave it try on her bag.

 The bag I made is totally reversible, and I made it for Lia. I used the tutorial from here and the inspiration for the embroidery is from the book Sacndinavian Stiches – Kajsa Wikman

And then I worked together with Margot to create a bag as a gift for a bar mitzvah.That was not the end of our production. I made one more bag, but didn’t have the time to take pictures… I hope I learn how to make the bags look better in the pictures, sorry about that!

It has never been so much fun to sew before, thanks to my adorable nieces!

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The house

I am an architect… Or I used to be. That’s why I have my opinions about buildings, and it turns out that the buildings I like the most are always, somehow, an extension of people I admire.

Every house has a soul, a history. This beautiful house isn’t different: it is full of big and small details, I’ve been, little by little, getting to know the house and its soul.

The original house was built in the 60’s and reformed. The big tree, standing majestically into the air, was planted back then. These days the family start to consider to cut it down because it is a threat to the house during the storms.

The quiet wooden horse belonged to Kim, and I wonder how many summers, how many children… How many dreams it carried on its back.

Nothing here is just what it seems to be, everything has a history.

Everything is a detail of a bigger picture.

And I bet there are many other stories to be told, kept secretly, quietly in objects, waiting to be harvested and shared.

My heart overflows with each demonstration of love while I am with Dao in the kitchen, listening to her stories, trying to honor the generosity of this family receiving and embracing us, making us feel at home, belonging.

While the children play in the corners of the house, creating their games, baking cinnamon rolls, reading their books, canoeing,  I see new weavers weaving new chapters in the story of this house, adding on to the soul of this place.

If every house has a soul, it is also true that there is always someone to nurture this soul, there is also a keeper, a guardian. Here this guardian is Dao. She is everywhere.

There are always a number of facets in a single person. For these two weeks, Dao has been for me, a source of inspiration, grace, care and beauty.

I feel honored and blessed to be here.

The Beautiful Storm

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.  Rabindranath Tagore

The clouds added color, rain and adventure to our day.

We planned a Cookout, and the nature felt invited. The Cumulonimbus announced the rain, the spectacle was so magnificent we  took our places (the best ones!) to testify the grandiosity of the storm, only leaving when the voice of the thunder announced the closeness of the lightning.

After the rain, souls and bodies washed. We ate by the fire.

* Pictures: Agenor Mafra