My man went to Heligoland for 3 days. Every year, he goes on a little trip with his best friends. Now I am alone, and I partly enjoy it, at the same time I miss him. These trips are a tradition since 1982. First, their aim was Munich, the Oktoberfest. Nowadays, it is almost impossible to get a decent place there without reservation, and I'm pretty glad they lost interest. Instead, they went to Amsterdam, Dublin, Rome, Budapest, and Klaipeda (Lithunia). This time, due to crisis and falling income, it is Heligoland. I saw the red rock when I was still in school, at 14 or so. Pretty impressive.
Today I finished the korak and gave it a binding. First binding I ever made. It is so crooked, but at least equal width. I'll try to block it a bit. It is small, 17x19,5 ". Now I'm thinking what to use it for. Because I like to use textile things and not just hang them on a wall. Fabrics need to be touched, I believe.
Slept under the bird quilt and actually had a very vivid dream of a wren. I swear it is true.
P.S. Heligoland, where it lies, and its history.
P.P.S. Your comments make me think about a wall hanging.