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Showing posts with label I want. Show all posts

Saturday, September 14

Can't Get Enough Of (#4)... Jonna Saarinen


I've followed Jonna's work for quite a while now - there's something about her exuberant use of colour and loose, over-printed splashy designs that feels so fresh against the tide of restrained Scandinavian minimalism.


Her patterns are inspired by her idyllic sounding childhood.  Growing up in South West Finland, she explains:

"My main inspiration will always be my late grandmother and growing up by the sea in Finland with her.  Back then summers used to be endless, the sun was always shining and running in the forest wearing no shoes and swimming with your clothes on was totally normal.  She had a fantastic style of hand knitted cardigans, crazy patterned aprons and woolly socks, which I hope I have also inherited.  It was these long summers that gave me my imagination and love of nature, which is where I get all the colours for my work from."

(excerpt from an interview with Patternbooth)



Now this is where I wish I lived nearer to London - next week she is running a series of screen printing workshops as part of the Etsy Market Place at the Dock event which ties in with the London Design Festival.  You can register for tickets to the workshops here - they're free!

And on top of being a rising star, she's also dead nice and drives around in a Marimekko-curtained VW campervan.  Take a peek into her lovely life here.


Sunday, June 23

In Love.








I went for a run down to the sea the other day, took a different route to usual. Ran past this delapidated chalet and couldn't stop thinking about it.  Later that evening, I was reading Nelly a chapter from Pippi in the South Seas.  When I got to this passage describing Villekulla Cottage I couldn't help but think it was a sign.

"Behind the gate he saw an overgrown garden and old trees covered with moss, uncut lawns, and masses of flowers growing exactly as they liked. At the far end of the garden there was a house - but, oh dear, what a house!  It looked ready to fall down at any minute."

There was no sign of Pippi at the chalet, although it turns out it is the former residence of Agatha Christie's butler.

Sadly, I don't have the quarter of a million pounds, time and energy needed to buy it and restore it.  I expect a builder will buy it and pull it down and put something perfectly ordinary there.