The hama beads baskets. An ever-growing collection at home in the apartment, and here in the country house. These little treasures are often very cheap at the fleas, a couple of times I even got them for free. Pure art, especially together. A bit rude in the same breath, but they goes well with the one and only quilt I ever made also.
Even if I still stumble on the baskets here and there, they seem to have become much more rare nowdays. “People” should take up this nice bead tradition and start making them again, so I can buy some more ;) Here, a hint to how you do them.
Just wanted to show you the weird and funny doors we have in this room. Look how strange the heights are. Consider that the roof slopes upward, therefore the outer door should be the shortest, not the middle one. Wonder if it was a practical decision, whether the timber ran out or if it was some kind of an aesthetic standpoint.
Some of us slept through this weekend, while others hopefully went out into the woods. But no, no chanterelles this time either.