Jeans re-cycled and or ideas on recycling before and after 1989

Sewing clothes from old clothes was something we did out of necessity before 1989. Back then, if you wanted something unique, you had to make it yourself and if you desperately needed e. g. a pair of pants you had to whip it up from your aunt's evening dress she used to wear in 1972 or something similar. Fabrics in stores, the ones that you would like to have, just weren't on stock. I know, it sounds like fun today but believe me, it was fun only a little, as for the creativity you had to face up, like it or not, but other than that you just didn't have a choice, you had to recycle.

My family was still lucky in that situation. Our relatives in western Germany would send us so called "winterhilfe" - used clothes, usually completely out of fashion, which for us, young teens meant that we will have lot of fun trying them on on the day they arrived. But then our handy mums were slowly turning them into wearable pieces that even caused some success later at school.
All I want to say is that it would never occurred to me that I would re-sew the old cloths again when I can get it cheaper and nicer in a store. If it wasn't for this creative community on blogs that provoke me to go back to this kind of handy crafts. Strange, how the idea of recycling clothes still means for majority here not being able to afford something better, it means being poor and that feels humiliating here.
So what is going on here? Originally two pants, jeans and something, sewed up together. The front part remained almost unchanged, it is basically the old jeans but smaller, cut on sides and on the inner side of legs. Other parts of the same old jeans were used in this way. Dominik didn't want to take them off after the photo shoot.

Corner view - transport

This nicely red and round tram, designed in 1960 in Prague, is what I take almost every day. Both cursed and beloved, the first for presenting the most ordinary everyday life, the second for being unique and pretty. It has seats of beautiful shape, very sixties ... and terrible to sit on.

Picture of the seats comes from here.

Don't be mistaken that the discarded types of trams end up on scrap heap. Golden Czech hands, somebody would say. These two bellow are garden houses, the last one is a beehive. The second one appeals to me personally (perhaps because of the trees in blossom around).



Masarykovo nádraží v Praze. The second biggest railway station after the main station. Might disappear from the Earth surface in few decades. Somebody would like to build on lucrative areas in the heart of Prague.

Stripes and Checks

I don't know about other mums, but I don't miss my son's baby years. Or at least not yet. Having older nieces in the family and encountering their fits and changing personalities, I had thought that nostalgia for baby that doesn't move all day would begin earlier. Well, an own kid is just different. He is still cute. He still gives me beautiful innocent looks, even more beautiful than before. He starts speaking. We have short dialogs of four lines. Although he asks for my attention all the time, it is easier to please him. Now, when he can do and play stuff. The best play is at peeling onion or husking peas, then I have off.
Other things I like doing with him are cut-outs, simply paper and scissors. He likes watching me and I like concentrating on some hand work. This cut-out in the third picture pretends to be the Universe with the Sun in the middle and the Earth, an unknown planet, a comet and UFO going round it. Our home gets slowly filled with this little clumsy and useless stuff.

Breakfast corner view

This is from where I sit when I have breakfast. Very urban view, a cluster of courtyards behind our house. On the window sill you can see Dominik's bath utensils there, a candel and few dry lemon peels for my and Dominik's common art project.

For breakfast we usually have yogurt or out meal or bread and butter and cheese and ham or honey, black tee to drink and chamomile tee for Domik. No picture, sorry, nice designy pictures of rich tables always look silly from me.


Sometimes we paint right after we have breakfast. This is one of the latest Dominik's achievements. Going for horizontal lines.

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A postgrad mum

I cut his beautiful hair. Just the longest parts, curly though, and... beautiful.

I picked all my courage and went to the school today to present a proposal for my future postgrad. Seems that I might end up doing that, the professor liked it or, let's say, didn't have any objections. Now I only need to pass the exam and then I am TRAPPED AGAIN in the system. This time I hope I will only get benefits out of it. In this country, the hardest part is to get to the university at the very beginning, to pass the entering exam to start the master or bachelor. Postgrad and such are simply like a cherry on top of the cake. Well, that is what they say ...

This corner of the world

Few girls had this idea of posting a view from everybody's corner of the world on the blog and this is the street view that I share. It is in Prague, one of the many curvy streets, nothing special among others, it just felt to me like a nice scenario with a sunny sky and an average life beneath.

Deciding

If I start the postgraduate studies... I will remember quickly why I promised six years ago that I would never ever enter the school again.
If I start the postgraduate studies... I will be able to spent another beautiful half a year with my Dominik at home. He won't have to go to kindergarten and will be happily playing with his mummy.

The thing actually is, that I probably won't be able to find a place for him in the kindergarten when my maternity leave ends and therefore this postgraduate thing comes as a topic of the day. I would be paid little money (which is positive here). I would stay in my profession. I would have almost no duties at the faculty and mostly could handle my time easily. I would enjoy going to library again and all this late student life. But all that time, there would be this strange feeling in the back of my mind that I have some work that needs to be finished (and do I know how?).

I have about two weeks to hand in an application form. Three pages of a project approved by a professor. List of literature. I can make it but have very little time to decide.