Merry Christmas!

Follow your own star!

Dante Alighieri

http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/star_3.html

The German singer and songwriter Reinhard Mey celebrated his 70th birthday a few days ago, and I like him very much. And I found this lovely song which describes so much of this feeling I have when one year turns into the next... sorry, it's in German!

Wirklich schon wieder ein Jahr

Ist das schon so lange her?

Wirklich schon wieder ein Jahr?

Noch weht mir der Wind von der See her entgegen,

Noch finde ich Sand in meinen Hosenumschlägen

Und Dünengras in meinem Haar,

Spür‘ auf den Lippen das Meer;

Wirklich schon wieder ein Jahr?

Wirklich schon wieder ein Jahr?

Ist es schon wieder so spät?

Mir taut noch der Vorjahrsschnee von meiner Mütze,

Um meine Schuhe entsteht eine Pfütze

Auf dem gewachsten Parkett,

Werd‘ ich den Winter gewahr.

Wirklich schon wieder ein Jahr?

Wirklich schon wieder ein Jahr?

Ist also morgen schon heut?

Noch schwirren vom vorigen Sommer die Mücken

Um meinen Kopf, meine Finger zerpflücken

Akazienblätter zerstreut:

Ein wenig, von Herzen ... ist‘s wahr?

Wirklich schon wieder ein Jahr?

Die Tage hab‘ ich nicht gezählt.

Noch raschelt verwelktes Laub unter den Schritten,

Im vorigen Herbst von der Hecke geschnitten.

Noch glimmt Erntefeuer im Feld,

Flammenlos, kaum wahrnehmbar.

Bin immer noch der ich war,

Erwachsener werd‘ ich wohl nicht.

Ich hab‘ einen Jahresring mehr wie die Bäume,

Eine dickere Rinde, ein paar neue Träume.

Und Lachfalten mehr im Gesicht.

Wirklich schon wieder ein Jahr?

http://www.reinhard-mey.de/start/texte/alben/wirklich-schon-wieder-ein-jahr

Winter Quilt

I just completed my Winter Quilt! 

I worked on it each Christmas season over the past years, I started in 2009. 

I talked about it before here, 

if you are interested go to my post from December 6, 2011: 

"St. Nicholas' Day".

This quilt is 123 x 173 cm, is completely hand made and it has quite a nice touch, because for the first time I used a 60%cotton-/ 33%polyester/ 7%polyacrylic-blanket  for the batting and a lovely piece of soft flannel for the backing. This was a good choice I think, the quilt is not heavy at all while it feels warm, and the materials went very well with my hand-quilting-stitches. 

My Favourite Fairy Tale

It's 200 years ago to this date ( December 20, 1812) that the first volume of the "Household Tales" by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm was published. I thought that could be a good reason to show a post here again which I first put on this blog in February 2011. And again:
This fairy tale here is my favourite, no war, no cruelty, no winners or losers, my, I love that! :-)
And so I made a quilt about it. It's a wallhanging.

The Three Brothers

THERE was once a man who had three sons, and nothing else in the world but the house in which he lived. Now each of the sons wished to have the house after his father's death; but the father loved them all alike, and did not know what to do; he did not wish to sell the house, because it had belonged to his forefathers, else he might have divided the money amongst them. At last a plan came into his head, and he said to his sons, "Go into the world, and try each of you to learn a trade, and, when you all come back, he who makes the best masterpiece shall have the house."
The sons were well content with this, and the eldest determined to be a blacksmith, the second a barber, and the third a fencing-master. They fixed a time when they should all come home again, and then each went his way.

It chanced that they all found skilful masters, who taught them their trades well. The blacksmith had to shoe the King's horses, and he thought to himself, "The house is mine, without doubt." The barber only shaved great people, and he too already looked upon the house as his own. The fencing-master got many a blow, but he only bit his lip, and let nothing vex him; "for," said he to himself, "If you are afraid of a blow, you'll never win the house."

When the appointed time had gone by, the three brothers came back home to their father; but they did not know how to find the best opportunity for showing their skill, so they sat down and consulted together. As they were sitting thus, all at once a hare came running across the field. "Ah, ha, just in time!" said the barber. So he took his basin and soap, and lathered away until the hare came up; then he soaped and shaved off the hare's whiskers whilst he was running at the top of his speed, and did not even cut his skin or injure a hair on his body. "Well done!" said the old man. "your brothers will have to exert themselves wonderfully, or the house will be yours."

Soon after, up came a nobleman in his coach, dashing along at full speed. "Now you shall see what I can do, father," said the blacksmith; so away he ran after the coach, took all four shoes off the feet of one of the horses whilst he was galloping, and put him on four new shoes without stopping him. "You are a fine fellow, and as clever as your brother," said his father; "I do not know to which I ought to give the house."

Then the third son said, "Father, let me have my turn, if you please;" and, as it was beginning to rain, he drew his sword, and flourished it backwards and forwards above his head so fast that not a drop fell upon him. It rained still harder and harder, till at last it came down in torrents; but he only flourished his sword faster and faster, and remained as dry as if he were sitting in a house. When his father saw this he was amazed, and said, "This is the master-piece, the house is yours!"

His brothers were satisfied with this, as was agreed beforehand; and, as they loved one another very much, they all three stayed together in the house, followed their trades, and, as they had learnt them so well and were so clever, they earned a great deal of money. Thus they lived together happily until they grew old; and at last, when one of them fell sick and died, the two others grieved so sorely about it that they also fell ill, and soon after died. And because they had been so clever, and had loved one another so much, they were all laid in the same grave.

(by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, Household Tales, translated by Margaret Hunt, London: George Bell 1884, 2:148-150)

What I so much like about that fairytale is: no cruelty! Only an attempt to find a solution to a problem in mutual agreement. By searching for excellence and friendly competition. There are no losers or winners. The fruits of their labor are for the benefit of them all.

This is the line from the fairytale I worked into the quilt:

"Go into the world and try each of you to learn a trade." 

(photograph by Arndt Laude, Hamburg, www.alaude.de )

Here is another picture of my quilt, I like how the sun played with it!

Wheel Of Fortune - Pattern

We really got some snow here today!!

But I think that's what quilts are for:

they give some color and some warmth and always remind me of something good, like hot cocoa or something in that vein!

Happy Winter!

In a way Winter is the real Spring -

the time when

the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.

Edna O'Brien

http://www.livinglifefully.com/winter.htm

(mini patchwork quilt, handpieced, handsewn, handquilted, 11,5 x 22 cm)