Friday, 16 September 2016
It's nice to post about thrifty finds again - and even nicer to be showing some Granit.
I picked up this set only recently, and just had to put them before any other finds (and I have a backlog of them, haha) because I like them sooo much! Besides, I have never come across any tea- or coffee related Granit in the flesh.
I love finding Granit in the thrifts. It's not that very rare but each time I see one I'm still somehow surprised about them popping up here, far from the homeland, just like yours truly. They usually get adopted because of the shared Hungarian-ness and so they might as well come live with me then...
Granit things captivate me in a funny, back-to-front way. They kind of bug me at first. They are usually full of imperfections. They look a little rushed, a little slap-dash. A little off-centre here, a tiny smear or paint-stained finger mark there, a small blob of clay debris in-glaze and such. They irritate the perfectionist in me I guess. But give it a little time and I start liking them more for these exact little faults and individualistic, rather human qualities. It amuses me how my initial annoyance turns into appreciation.
This cup is quite a size, it can certainly hold a large dose of tea or cappuccino. If it had two handles it could even be a soup cup. The blue and white pattern is really sweet in my opinion, and at first glance it looks hand-painted. Well it is, but not in the way of each flower and dot, you see. At a closer look it becomes obvious that the blue design was done with a sweep of a blue brush over a cut-out template band. The black outline must have been done in a similar fashion, perhaps by dabbing over another, carefully registered template.
You can see my other Granit finds here.
PS. Es from the Netherlands got in touch with me not so long ago about my Granit collection. She is working on a concise site about the Granit factory, its history and product lines. I'm sure she'd love to hear from you too if you know about this Hungarian ceramics factory or any of its products, or if you collect them, or perhaps have an interesting story relating to a Granit item.
Thursday, 1 September 2016
A sun-drenched, accidental photo from one of our many playground trips. I love that cute little face in the reflection - it's a pensive little train driver you are looking at.
I find myself wanting to post here again - again, quizzical about how to ease back into it. My feeling tells me that a series of photos describe better how our summer's been than words:
Thursday, 26 May 2016
You know that summer can't be far - or maybe it's in fact arrived - when a dropped ice cream greets you on the pavement and there is sand in the bed..
It's hard to know for sure for someone like me who's still not quite used to the Nordic nature's way of sudden coming-to-life after such a long spell of frozen not-much-ness. It all happens so quickly! There's so much green, and so much light again, so suddenly. The sun sets at 11pm and real darkness is the thing of the past again. Midsummer is only a few weeks away. I find myself blinking into the morning street scene: is it summer already? I think it is, look, people are wearing shorts! Have I missed spring somehow then?
Anyway, whatever the weather, it needs to be and will be enjoyed, that's what the little guy in front of my morning coffee sipping self is trying to say I think. He is my alarm clock, and as soon as we open our eyes it's dash, bolt, dart. He is revving to go at 8 am, barely out of bed, in a nappy and a pyjama top, one foot in a gummy boot the wrong way around, a baseball cap on the noggin back-to-front. He has so much energy, it's contagious. It is stronger than any espresso. We are always on the go, coming back home only to eat and sleep.
Yes, the blog is floundering again, no posts, no real train of thought, none of the plans materializing into writing about old hobbies. (What were they - vintage stuff and sewing?) As I have been looking at the ice cream cone picture I took, it struck me: that's what's happened here too. The ideas and motivation that took a nice round shape and gathered a bit of speed a little while ago landed flat on the asphalt of everydays, now melting away quietly. Hmmm. How to rescue that.
I'll leave you with that poetic thought because I can hear the washing machine beeping to be unloaded and the little guy is to rise any minute from his afternoon snooze. Possibly with one shoe on already, to go go go!