Thursday, June 25, 2015

Building memories

There are a few things about every season that makes your childhood memories come alive. Often they are connected to one of our senses, may it be visual, something we smell, hear or feel. Like picking wild strawberries from the side of the road. We picked many. A whole plate full and when Nelly tasted her first bursting red wild strawberry she cried out in delight:
"Mama! It tastes of Sweden! And they smell so good. Smell them Mama! So sweet. Try one!"

And I tried one and I was brought back to when I was 11 and picking wild strawberries at my Dad's summer house. I remember exactly where on the curvy dirt road it was and I remember the cows grazing near by. I can even remember the denim shoes with white laces I was wearing at the time. And my blue and white stripy T-shirt. And I remember the excitement of finding not just one but filling up a long straw of red delight. And I sure remember the sweet and intense fragrance of wild strawberries in a coffee cup. That is something very special indeed. It is the moments that counts. Building memories. Every day.


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Sunday, June 21, 2015

The Swedish guest cottage

... for summer vacation and the simplicity that comes with it. No Internet, no million channel satellite TV. No checking emails, we all reconnect with real life. Days begin, pass and end with no direction taken... We improvise and take one thing at the time.We eat ice cream. We get bitten by mosquitos. We get sand in our flip flops and we wear the same pair of shorts for 3 weeks straight... Why not? Who cares?

We wake up, open up the door of our small guest cottage and smell the morning dew. This is where we stay, me, Jay and the kids. It is small but lovely, the kids share the bunk bed and the day bed becomes a double bed for us (me and Jay) at night.

Last year I decorated the cottage a bit. With some thrifted hooks and paintings, a Darling Crochet Flower Garland and a crocheted lamp cover this place has become a really cozy spot. This year the cottage needs another layer of paint, maybe some curtains. A fence around the porch... Even though we have our own place this year, I think we will spend a lot of time here still. I can't wait... 3 more weeks to go.


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Thursday, June 18, 2015

Crochet hangers

Tilda yarn can be purchased in my Yarn Shop.
I've always admired the pretty crochet hangers you find on thrift markets. Often they are in odd colors but always made with perfection. I imagine a traditional housewife making those hangers in the mid 40's and 50's. She probably made them between cooking dinner and ironing school uniforms, dusting and making sure her husband's lunch sandwich was prepared and neatly packed up for work... Well, that is what I imagine. A little bit of rosy shimmering housewife mentality from a lost age, in a light and cozy home with the radio on. A time when feminism, technology and capitalism was not even heard of... Or hardly spoken about anyway. And no social media or Blogland existed...

I imagine those days as less stressful for some reason, but I might be totally wrong. What do I know about being a woman in the mid 50's or even the 40's? It might have been just hell. But those crochet hangers gives me a sense of a romantic and calm era where we prioritized differently and spent more time making than surfing... When that woman made those crochet hangers I truly believe she enjoyed the task. Even if it was a chore like everything else.

Inspired by the vintage crochet hangers, I started to make my own, picking colors from my Tilda yarn in my Yarn Shop. And I just can't stop. This is a crochet project where all the boxes are ticked in for:

• Color Therapy Joy
• Crochet Love
• Quick & Easy
• Practical & Useful
• Great Satisfaction
• Addictive
• Makes for great gifts

You should make some. Tutorial coming soon - stay tuned!


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