This really has nothing to do with children, or craft, but since this is honestly and truly handmade, it counts. I made lemon curd last night… on a whim. Well actually, it’s because a colleague/friend is going to make big fat pancakes today to raise funds for pick-a-pocket’s cafe in town, I thought I’d do my part. I was going to buy a jar of lemon curd to contribute as pancake enhancers, but then pinterest happened, followed closely by an epiphany…
1. I am a university graduate
2. I already have some ingredients which I want to use up before I move this Sunday
3. With the amount of money I would spend on buying a jar of lemon curd that’s actually made in the UK, I can make heaps more lemon curd. fresh stuff
4. If successful, I could potentially be in the running for Martha Stewart of Herrnhut
So at 7.30 in the evening, I ran to the grocery store, grabbed my supplies, and made my first batch of handmade lemon curd. And I found the perfect jar for it too. I put some in my cereal this morning and it was grrrreat.
Sometimes I don’t know why I collect certain things. There are times when I find a bunch of junk and have no idea what I was thinking. I suppose everyone is a collector, in some way. My dad would keep newspaper clippings; I keep anything that looks interesting to my eye… anything that just maybe could be turned into something else. Anyway, just the other day I found my collection of bus tickets that I acquired from my time in Chișinău, Moldova. So I reached for my glue stick and out came this. Not sure what I should do with this now… but it did bring back some fond memories.
Presenting… my winter collection which I will be posting in my new few posts.
Okay, I know it’s technically spring (although it snowed a bunch today), but since this collection was inspired by the last 3 months I spent travelling around East Europe, I think the title is quite appropriate. I still remember the day we set out from Herrnhut. I brought several art tools and was eager to see how God could use a motley band of artists to bless people and bring hope to a region that was, to me, fairly obscure. It was going to be winter time in an area stricken by poverty, where corruption and trafficking are rampant. What I found, driving through some 14 countries was stunning landscapes, charming hospitable folk, and inspiring handmade art. I count myself privileged to have met some incredibly creative people along the way. God opened my eyes to beauty in the most unlikely places… and even though I received a few awkward stares for salvaging trash for projects or taking photos of dirty buses, I am excited to have a collection that will remind me of my experiences in Eastern Europe. I’m also pumped about doing an art show next week in Bavaria.
Almost at the end of our journey around eastern europe… inspired by the colors, the art, the people…