I am pretty lucky to work in a beautiful old building right in the heart of the city. It does have its drawbacks (unpredictable temperatures, the temptation of being a stone’s throw from the shops and my inability to not purchase things, having to fight through the hordes of Christmas shoppers at the Frankfurt Christmas market drinking their Gluehwein while I try to get back to my desk *sigh*) but on the plus side I am sitting almost exactly below the Leonardo da Vinci drawings, beautiful Japanese textiles and the Anglo Saxon horde, even if it takes me til the end of the exhibition run to actually make it up the stairs to see them…
I have spent the past two months sitting at my desk, wistfully glancing out the window at the door of the Gas Hall opposite, pining to go into the Lost in Lace exhibition. I finally made it just before Christmas and was blown away by the beauty of the exhibits. Creations fashioned from wool, paper, crystals, metal and plastic, all inhabiting the magical openwork properties associated with lace. I took some snaps with my phone camera, which I will attempt to attach here, but I am sure they won’t do it justice… The shadows cast, and the way the light bounced off the faceted crystals was mezmorizing – LOVED it!
And then the other cold morning as I reluctantly trudged to the office, I spotted a piece of yarnbombing on the handraill leading up to the museum and art gallery entrance – signed off by one Jeremy Needle! So beautiful, I stopped to take a snap! And lo, it wasn’t there the next morning, so I am glad I did!
Finally, my little lamb was a sheep in her nativity, which presented the thrown-down gauntlet of costume making! Not to give in to a shop-bought costume, I acquired the requisite fluffy fabric and set to it – slightly too much padding (a pillow, cut in half!) later, and she was ready for her baaa-ig moment in the limelight! However when she sat down it was shoved up to under her nose…! Fashion, darling. We have to suffer for our art.