Sylvia’s Studio

This is my Filofax Clipbook personal size.

This idea jumped in my head when I pondered my blog and it set up a whirlwind of thoughts.

Dear Creative Soul, For years I dreamed of being the kind of person carrying around notebooks everywhere.

I lean back in my chair, take a sip of my coffee and moan.

I arrive home and frown at my porch.

I've more and more become passionate about trying different fiberarts, and it makes me want to be an advocate for crafting, especially when the world overwhelms.

This is a post in response to James’ post, and I had to write this right after reading his post, because stickers!

I stole his cardigan.

“Only you would think it’s romantic to go to the beach in October storms!”

When I was a little girl, I loved the rain.

Clouds seem to have a mind of their own in autumn.

The big oak tree in my garden is bullying me.

Last spring I gave myself a spring writing challenge, and now I think it’s high time for an autumn challenge!

I was bemoaning a jigsaw puzzle I’m doing, earlier today.

I realised something when I woke up in a panic last night about my hospital visit today (update: the results were perfect): fear only works in absolutes.

Right now there are countless machines spewing out countless perfect texts.

My medication makes me feel constantly fatigued.

I’ve started knitting fingerless gloves again.

This is the sixth post in my 'hitting the digital brakes'-series.

Dear Creative Soul, I have a shelf in my library that contains all the books that inspire me to be creative.

Last week I happened upon a video about Nålebinding, an ancient Norse way of creating fabric with wool yarn.

A week from today I have the big quarterly checkup at the hospital again, and that had me really nervous this morning.

I wrote a poem this morning, a poem filled with longing to write poetry.

The weather forecast was amazing, and I had a good night sleep.

This post is entirely inspired by Rachel Maksy’s video she posted yesterday: my complete ineptitude to do a new to me yarn craft: nålebinding.

I keep forgetting to post this list!

I just wrote a draft post that was filled with doom and gloom and so much negativity.

I had such a good day yesterday.

This is the fifth post in my 'hitting the digital brakes'-series.

It’s the meteorological start of autumn!

It’s so funny, sometimes I have a great idea for another blog post, but then I tell myself: STOP!

I can’t believe it, it’s the end of August and I’ve posted every day this month!

dear creative soul is a series of letters from my creative heart to yours Dear Creative Soul, Have you ever been hit by a swarm of gnats on a warm summer day?

(this is a stream of consciousness post about how you can use your journal to find what you need to write) I feel lost, a bit, sad in my body.

This is the fourth post in my series called Hitting the Digital Brakes, where I explore my journey into my use of technology to ditching some aspects of it now.

One of the things I’ve most read about Dolly Parton in posts online is that people say there will never be anyone as good as her.

I’m writing this in my favourite cafe, while enjoying a cup of really good cappuccino.

We went to the zoo in Emmen for my birthday!

this has been an idea file in my blog folder for weeks, and today, it just wrote itself.

dear creative soul is a series of letters from my creative heart to yours Dear Creative Soul, My favourite artist is WMJ Turner.

I’ve moved my blog.

This is the third installment of my series called Hitting the Digital Brakes, where I explore my journey into the use of technology and on ditching some aspects of it now.

a really rough sketch of how I plan and journal in a blank book I use a notebook for almost everything I might want to write by hand, the only thing I don’t keep in it are long-term lists for projects and such, those live in my notepad.

I only have ever seen my grandfather in this one portrait picture on my grandmothers wall, and on my mom’s nightstand when I grew up.