Wednesday, August 31

I found a place to stay! It's in Tyrellstown in a new house with a lovely landlady. Tyrellstown is a new area and they haven't opened all the shops yet, but the grocery store is open so it's fine. The rest like chemists and dry cleaners are opening soon. If I can get the money for the deposit and one month's rent, I can move in tomorrow after work.

Tomorrow is the first day at work! I'm exited and a little scared. I just have to repeat to myself: everything's going to be fine. I really don't want to blow this chance.

After I've moved out I don't know when I'll be able to update the blog. There is no Internet connection in the house nor any computers. Arranging the broadband and a PC will probably take a while. It's a new area so there might be an Internet cafe at the shopping centre. We'll see. I just might be silent for a while after tomorrow.

Did you know that Dublin has two storey buses as city transport? I didn't. Today I rode in one for the first time in my life. Cool! There have been quite a few firsts here. First time in Ireland and Dublin, first time in a country with left hand traffic, first time trying to make sense of streets that tie themselves into knots.

I took a few pictures to put up, but since I don't have a computer here, I have to wait with uploading them. Right now I'm using a friend's PC to post, once I move out I'll be using Internet cafes to post until I can buy a new PC for myself.

The bus ride was to city centre to SCA fighter practice. I'm not a fighter, but went along to meet people. They were nice and friendly and we chatted about clothes once the practice was over. Other than that, I've been looking for a place to stay. No luck so far.

Monday, August 29

The flight was as uneventful as getting on it was eventful. R was helping me with the luggage, otherwise I wouldn't have made it on time or even there at all. You know how much my check-in luggage weighed? No? I'll tell you anyway. 47 kilos. Talk about overweight.

We were cutting it close time-wise and I ran (as much as I could) to the gate. The gate which was the furthest possible from the security check. I made it there all out of breath, fearing that they'll start boarding and finish it without me. When I arrived at the gate the friendly boarding clerk announced, that the boarding would begin 10 minutes late. Well, it gave me time to cool off and catch my breath. Never! Never again will I be so late to the airport! Doesn't matter if I have to wait two hours for boarding, I'll be there, taking it easy instead of running with heavy bags.

Yesterday we and a couple of friends went to see Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy. I've been fan of Douglas Adams for years now. I have not been able to see the TV series or hear the radio show, but I've enjoyed his books immensely. Dirk Gentley ones as well as Hithicker's. I liked the movie very much. Some changes were unexpected, but quite allright. I didn't like the way they did Zaphod's heads, though... I walked away from the movie with a feeling that the makers had certainly respected Adams' legacy and made the movie in his spirit.

Because I'd have a long flight and a long wait at the airport in Ireland, I decided to read the Hitchhiker's again. The only fault with the plan was that I have an omnibus edition: four books in one. It was too big to take along. On our way to the airport we dropped in a bookstore and bought me the first book again. It is a movie tie-in version which put me off a little at first (who are they to mess with Adams' writings) until I saw that those changes were his in the first place.

The first things I read were the afterword and the interviews how the movie came to be. Wow! These people took it to their hearts not to mess with the masterwork, but just pour it into another incarnation. They succeeded brilliantly.

I'm not very far into the book yet, but as always, it's a delight to read.

And now I'm in Ireland, got a local phone number and am looking for a place to stay. All's well.

Sunday, August 28

This is it. Everything's packed and in readyness. I'm anxious and getting more and more nervous.

The next post will be made from Ireland.

See you later.

Thursday, August 25

The packing is proceeding well. That is, I've managed to gather most of the small things on the table and fill a few boxes, put some yarn in ziplocs and compress a mohair duvet to amazingly tiny proportions. That last feat (compressing) was done by R, I just helped him stuff the blanket to a 4 litre ziploc. I wish I could show you a picture of the yarn and the blanket side-by-side (they are in the same size bags), but I uninstalled my image editing program already. I've been mostly putting things in small piles and the piles in boxes. Categorizing, thinking, dividing and assembling the piles. Packing the big bags comes later.

We have shaken the linens and some wool cloth outside. These are the linens that I can use and the fabric is for the new clothes I'll be sewing. Hopefully that will take care of the moth eggs that might have been there. Before shaking I checked the fabric for moth webs and larvae. They were clean! My fabric collection has been spared. Yay! It helps that it was in a different room and covered with cotton cloth. Some scraps of wool that R put on top of the pile by mistake were infested and I threw them away.

I have to wash three linen fabrics as well, somehow they ended up with dirty fingerprints on them. I know who is the culprit, but he says he has no recollection of the act. I haven't decided yet which one of linen fabrics to take with me. However, I have decided on the new time period I'll be making clothes for: 1250's. I know that I can re-use the veils I have, my belt pouch and various other small stuff; the clothing has to be made from scratch. Fortunately tunics are simple and quick, even when you're handsewing everything.

One thing will be making my life easier: I'll be using feast gear as modern tableware. That way I don't have to double the weight (pottery is heavy) and I'll get two uses out of one thing. I'll get some weird looks, that's for sure. Imagine eating your breakfast cereal out of a grapen (a tripod dish that can vary from a pot to a skillet to a bowl). I tried to find a picture on the web to show you, but all I found were of the pot variety.

I have decided to sell my Estonian SCA wardrobe. It is entirely handsewn with handmade trims and authentic moth holes. I don't know anyone who would be interested, though.

I haven't even begun packing the modern clothes, I'll get there on Saturday when I will launder everything. Then I'll make the choices of what to take.

Everything is under control, so far.

Tuesday, August 23

Thanks for the tip, I'll check Kriso out once I've settled in Ireland.

So today we went and bought a big suitcase. I was planning to pack SCA stuff first and then concentrate on the modern. I was in for a nasty shock — moths all over by beautiful handsewn clothes. Damn! Double-damn!!

After consulting with a friend and R, I've decided to get rid of the whole lot. I'll salvage the linen items. (Wash in 90°C, tumble dry on high and iron the hell out of them. Should kill the little buggers.) R pointed out that this is a perfect opportunity to make new friends in Ireland by having sewing parties for new clothes. Now I need to decide on time period and style.

I wonder what else will go wrong?

Monday, August 22

Thanks for all the comments! They are much appreciated. I've been distracted from posting by lots of guests last week.

To answer some questions. I knit the mittens from Estonian countrywool (maavillane), the yarn used for traditional knitting in Estonia. I found the pattern booklet in a bookstore in Tallinn, Apollo raamatukaubamaja, I think. They published part II this spring, only days after my visit to Estonia. Hopefully I can still find it when I visit next.

I belong to Society for Creative Anachronism and one of my personas is an Estonian peasant girl. Her clothes were what I was referring to. I also have few other outfits, but the Estonian wardrobe is the most complete and versatile.

As for being marooned in Estonia... I used to go to the movies, eat at Troika, take walks in the Old Town, read books and knit a lot. I don't know what's her 'thing' so I can't really recommend where to go or what to see. Dana, please e-mail me if you wish to discuss this in private.

The mittens are finished and delivered to the recipient with some words of wisdom how to wash them. He was very happy. Hopefully he remembers the washing instructions, I don't want him end up with doll's mittens. Unfortunately I forgot to take a photo of them both before he carried them off.

Before I start packing (Pfft! Next week this time I'll be in Ireland, I have lots of time!) I have to buy a big suitcase on wheels. I couldn't possibly carry everything. Tomorrow I'll go shopping and packing will begin for real.

Sunday, August 14

Now that the first exitement has subsided, we have a clearer idea of what needs to be done. I will move on August 29th and begin working on September 1st. R will have to stay behind to take care of preparing the cats for the move. That is the worst part of all this — they have to have a microchip, be vaccinated against rabies, tested and if the test is OK, they have to wait for six months until they can be taken to Ireland! Why?! Sweden is a rabies free country, why all this rigmarole? Effin bureocrats! Other than that everything is hunky-dory. Hmmm, perhaps not all — I have to leave my computer behind. You know, the cats and my PC are the only two things (besides R of course) I absolutely do not want to leave behind? *sigh* One can't have all, I suppose. I have a job and all will work out in the end. It always does.

I have finished the brown sock, there is no mate so far. I begun a pair of Estonian mittens for a friend instead, he's been asking for them for months now. I didn't plan to cast on until it got colder, but I'm moving away and I want to finish them before I leave.

Optical Cubes Mitten

The pattern comes from Patterned Mittens I by Aino Praakli, p 7. The pattern reminds me of the optical cubes from an optical illusions book. Once I've finished the other mitten, I'll take a break from knitting and begin packing.

It is sort of liberating to leave all the crap you've spent half a life accumulating, behind. I will take only some clothes (no winter gear meant for -25°C), my Estonian SCA clothes and some yarn. Plus assorted gadgets like my camera and iPod. R will bring the books and a few other things when he comes.