merry christmas

november adventures

november is hurrying along into december – the last leaves are falling and most days have a dull, greyish, fog-filled sameness to them that often calles for depression and sadness – and it really could be quite easy to succumb to all that – however, my november was rather pretty cool until now

right in the beginning i went to karlsruhe for the german finale of science slam – no great pictures here, as it was all rainy and grey, but jackie and i fell i love with the bathroom tiles in our hotel room

jackie was very reluctant to leave

the journey back home was wonderful – i stopped in ludwigshafen to see my family: my aunt, uncle and godson, where i stayed over night; my cousin, his wife and two kids, who invited me over for dinner and a good play session with the kids (barbie with the six-year-old and “what’s this?” with the two-year-old); then sitting snugly in the car with my other cousin and her husband, who dropped me off home on their way to hamburg

coming back home, i went to see the new james bond with the girls – in english, of course – and apart from the 45 minutes of commercials it was a great night out – also this november, i went to a fantastic reading by john burnside of his novel *summer of drowning*, which i had coincidentaly gotten as a birthday gift – i didn’t like the book when i first read it, but having listened to burnside read and talk about it, i am desperate to give it a second try

also, november has been very much dominated for my new-found love for sewing – i am taking a class and have working on a skirt, apparently a complicated one, as six sessions have passed and i am still not finished – but i made use of my learned knowledge and finished a simply skirt yesterday – i had a bit of silk fabric lying around ever since my birthday (one of my gifts was wrapped in it) and i simply added a waistband (left-over fabric of my other skirt) and finished the whole thing in one afternoon – i am very proud and you can look forward to further sewing projects of mine

cardigan: present from my mom, who brought it back from a trip to finland some years ago
boots: aces of london – i love them to bits, literally!
skirt: my own!
t-shirt: h&m
tights: rossmann

epic fail of the jumping photo – but at least you get a good look at the skirt

to be or not to be

i’ve got shakespeare induced giggles

happy halloween – doctor who style

… how literature changes the way we see the world

ever since people were people they have been guided by their imagination – stories are a huge part of our lives, have been and will always be – stories can be told in so many ways, literature is just one of them

it is my favourite pastime to look at the entangled stories of life and literature – to see how the things we read have influenced the world we live in – every book i devour has started to influence my imagination and my life has changed accordingly – i read and accumulate facts, ideas, motifs, themes, character traits, and other things i like into a new way of thinking – incidentally that is also what i do in my phd: albeit simply focusing on yorkshire and how literature has shaped people’s idea and image of yorkshire, it is just one example how i like to look at literature

and ever so often i come across something that makes me giddy and happy because i realize that other people see the world just as i do and know about the secret (or not as much) influence literature has on us – that makes me really glad for i am not alone

food adventures # 24

for a macadamia-nut like me, this is an absolute must-taste and it definitely keeps, what it promises – creamy yoghurt, deliciously tasting of macadamia, with bits of macadamia nuts thrown in – add some fresh fruit and a dash of chocolate sauce and all is well with the world

yorkshire, here i come

i feel like a pigeon with a very strong homing instinct trained on yorkshire – it has been over a year, since i last strolled down the streets of york, listening to the minster bells and over two years, since i spent that delightfully sunny day at whitby, when i fell in love with whitby and decided that i want to grow old there and be buried in the graveyard by the sea – i love the sea, wherever i go, but whitby really has that special feeling of safety and adventure about it, that draws me in and does not let me go

but i also feel like a day on the moors with only sheep and the wind to keep me company – or a walk up to top withens with all those wuthering heights and heathcliff emotions floating around me and inspiring me to start writing again, instead of sitting at my desk all day, lost for words and lost for inspiration because germany is just plain old boring and people are unfriendly, rude, and, simply put, not english!

it is obvious to anybody, that i was born in the wrong place, since people keep on asking me, if i am english all the time – and while i have strong feelings for my home as well – after all, i do love fairy tales (reading and writing them) and the brothers grimm were pretty much my neighbours from very long ago – and germany has some wonderful places and memories – but it is only ever in england that i feel truly like home, like i belong, and fit in perfectly – and it is always to yorkshire that i am pulled by invisible forces – perhaps my ancestors really did come from england – after all, i have to have gotten the red hair and the weird sense of humour from somewhere along the line

anyways, all this reminiscing  was just the introduction – i have handed in my application to give a presentation at a conference in leeds in january and i am terrribly excited about it and do so desperately hope that i get in – i want to talk and tell people about my work and research and my fascination with yorkshire – but i have decided, that even if i don’t get to talk, i’ll still go and this knowledge is like a little glowing spark right inside of me – it keeps me happy and warm and feeling like dancing along the streets – i don’t care, that it might be cold and dreary in january – i love yorkshire and just like david hockney i love seasons and how they change nature, so i’ll put up with the cold and rain and snow, if i get to spend time there – i am planning to stay 5 to 7 days and am really, very excited, preparations have already started: writing old friends, planning outings to whitby and the wildlife trust reserves with the volunteers, and hot chocolates at la place verte because that is, what happiness is all about

leaves are gently falling to the ground

this is a post in which i am delightedly rambling on about the time of the year – it is the autumn of dreams: cold, yet not too cold and at least 3-5 hours of sparking sunshine each day – lovely hot chocolates, teas, apple and pear cakes, scarves, and wooly hats are all i need to make me sing and dance along the streets – a little stormy weather and curling up at home with a good book – collecting chestnuts and colourful leaves – lighting candles and slowly, but steadily taking leave of summer and welcoming winter, which will be here all too soon with it’s own glory and fun times – but as of yet it is still wonderful autumn and i like to imagine that the changes in nature come to pass exactly like this – very mary poppins and magical

it has always been the 20s for me

remember midnight in paris? – i fell in love with paris of the 20s and a little bit with dalí – but the 20s have always fascinated me and i wish i could swing and do the charleston – alas, one day …

but for today, let this video suffice – the song is quite catchy and on the bonus side, two of my friends are extras in the ballroom scenes

food adventures # 23

delicious space cookie tea for me, me, me – samova teas not only have great and creative names, the taste is totally out of this world – i am presenly zoned out somewhere in space, floating along on a cloud of taste and feeling perfectly at peace with the world and myself


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