Every year

Every year I can hardly wait for it. Every year I go religiously. Every year I wonder if I should write about it. Every year I wonder if it is getting boring...

But I do it all the same. Every year I go to the Festival of folk arts, every year I walk around and take pictures.

At the beginning it looked like it is going to be a dissapointment because there wasn't much "new" stuff. Of course the things that are out there are so beautiful it is worth to look at them every year, still...I didn't much wanted to bring pictures of the same stuff...as it happened looking through the pictures I found I made them of the same pottery I did last year...

Of course there were clothes reminding us times gone by...

In rustic style:

Romanic style:

Mixing folklore style with modern clothing items:

The usual beauties at the lace stand...with the usual two question in my head...how can they ask so little for it, as I bet it took more than 20 hours to make that pair of gloves... the other is that though I love all crafts, fiber and needle crafts especially, why I never felt the urge to make traditional lace or tatting???

Oftentimes it was worth to take a look at the visitors clothing as well. Looking at this skirt I feel like bringing back the "handknit/crochet sightings" column of my blog. Do you know that while there are knitting machines, and it is possible to knit lace with machine, there is no such a thing as a crocheting machine? There is no machine that could even mimic crocheting? Think of this when at places like Promod, or H and M (Old Navy, for americans for example, or even cheaper places) you see/buy crocheted stuff for a few box. How much could the one who actually crocheted it for hours got for her (his?) work?

There were bags from fabric:

Leather:

Felted ones:

And while we are at the felts, there were hats:

And, of course, My favourite felted dragon. It is a tradition by now for us to look for and shoot a pic or two of the dragon.

These dolls reminded me of my knitting frien Andi, who makes much better ones.

Colored candles:

And teh flowery ones for Jenny:

I fell in love with these silver jewlery.:

I have no picture, but we run into Adrienn, who managed to get in there to sho how the spinning wheel works...I envied her so much.

Christopher also find stuff to look at:

And of course he got tired , and goofy "Mama, I am not going one step futher...beeeheeeheee"

Up until we reached teh booth where he tried this hat on:

I was looking at some card weaving done with so many cards I lost counting, and we started to talk to the crafter/artist.(Dora Varga).. Christopher of course was in his usual talking mood (if one is not careful in five minutes can know EVERYTING about us, not only what we ate, how big shoes we use, but even the color of my underwear...) It took him less than three minutes to tell that his mom is a knitter and a spinner, and in fact she has a spindle in her bag... Dora wanted t o see at once how it is working, asked me to show...we got "stuck" there until the evening :-)

Christopher made friends with a boy of the same age from two booths away, thes were running around the castle... once in a while he run by and yelled, "mama, I am still alive"... We talked so much we could hardly stop it when the fireworks started... so much so, we agreed we go back the next day,  and i should take some larning spindles and wool and teach her to spin...

I fitted in a bit of technical translation the next day (just to make teh weekend whole :-), once that was done, I thaught Dora to spin, while had a long discussiona bout crafts, history, teaching crafts, is it worth it, and such...In the meanwhile Lotti arived, so there formed a triumvirate and we had a really great time. At the background Dora's gorgeous felted covers.

Dora done her first ball of yarn...as I looked how fast she picks up the movements I could see she will be a good spinner in no time.

After all, we had a great time. And it might be tacky to say so, but I will not forget it for a very loong time.