lost memories of a pivotal motion

For my first post I wanted to share the most important time I have spent in my own-life so far. It was when I was in Paris with my family at the end of 2008.

I spent three tiny hours in Montemarte on my own walking around the little cobbled streets.

There were crooked buildingsstone staircases
art in nooks and crannys

It was a pilgrimage to the type of place that I had previously only dreamt about from time to time, when inspired by a glimpse of a French painting or a few bars of French music.

While on my peditravels through this little nook of Paris, I was drawn to this book which I simply had to buy - even though I cannot understand most of it. (I think it is about the travels of a Frenchman through England.)

I felt like someone completely different walking through these streets, clutching this book which held secrets created only by different words. As I walked, I had nothing with me, or on me, that showed to these Parisian Montmarte-ers who I really was. I was completely anonymous so I was able to soak in all the magic and amazing history that was seeping from the bricks of every building I walked past. I passed a stall in a flea market selling hot spice wine and thought "this is the place for me!" I wanted to document my tiny stay in this amazing little corner of the world in some other way than just photographs of the streets. I remembered some scenes from my favourite movie and decided exactly how to do it.

This is me.

In Paree.

On a spree.

Of the most beautiful corner of the earth that I have been to so far.

Hello :)

I am 22 and interested in craft and fabrics and design. I have started this blog to document my forays into the crafty abysses and to document as well the things that inspire me and are beautiful. I hope you enjoy it and agree with me most of the time.

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