…still reading

Almost every night, before I turn out the lights, I read a few pages in  a book. It’s become one of my evening routines and I guess i have a hard time falling asleep unless a read a little. Last time I wrote about my reading I had a hard time deciding whether to read One Eye Red  by Jonas Hassen Khemiri. Well, now I’ve read it and I don’t feel that it was a waste of time though I still think it’s been an awfully big fuss about it compared to what you get out of the actual book. I gave the book a chance and I cannot find a reason to recommend it to anybody unless they are interested in the ordinary life of an immigrant in Sweden or their own Swedish accent “Rinkebysvenska”. On the other hand I think that the narrative technique of the author is good (not fantastic but still well thought trough story). If I ruined the chances for you to read it, remember that I gave it a chance and still think it was better than I expected. And, also, my sister (who is a teacher, if that makes sense) loved it (I still don’t get why…), so maybe it’s a book for you anyway?

The next book I chose was the third book of the Emigrants novels, The Settlers, by Vilhelm Moberg. It is over 500 pages of the Swedish accent Småländska (the accent of people from the area of Småland in Sweden) in a kind of old fashioned way mixed with crappy American English. I though that I read slow when I read the old fashioned Småländska (and could hear the words outspoken since I’m familiar with the accent and can almost speak it) but mixed with crappy English it is hard. Because of the language it might take me all summer to get through this book, imagining what the caracters sound like when they pronounce English words with that particular Swedish accent. Especially, if I also get fed up with the talk about God and the importance of being God-fearing. Well, I know that this was the way those kinds of people was brought up, I guess I’m happy that I’m free to pick any religion I want or no religion at all. I like reading books about historic events where the story itself is mostly made up but still based on real history.  About ten years ago (… or something like it, I’m not keeping a journal over when I read stuff) I read an interesting story about a Swedish queen during the later parts of the Renaissance. Kristina was a pretty cool Queen according to what history books (and Wikipedia) says about her. Maybe that’s why I think it’s so interesting to read about her?

The reason it’s quite interesting to read the Emigrants novels is that about one third of the Swedish population traveled over the Atlantic ocean to start a new (and hopefully better) life in America. So, are we at all surprised that so many Americans have in some way a Swedish ancestor? I’m not. Anyhow, I’ve got some reading to do, lucky me I’ve got half the summer free.

One more thing. A friend of mine have a friend in America who read one of these books and got a little confused over the excessive use of the word “brat”. She thought it was kind of harsh using that word on your own children. The thing is, that is only a bad choice of word and it would be a better translation to use “kid” in a modern translation. With that said, I’m going to get my nose back in a book.

More yarn

I try to not fill my home with useless things. With only 25 square meters it’s a good idea. But I went to my mum for two nights and got back with a big load of yarn. It could have been fabrics, because I love that too, but I try to avoid filling up my stock before I’ve finished other projects. I had almost emptied my yarn bags and since I’m in this period of knitting and crocheting like a looney I asked my mum if she had something she wanted do get rid of. You know, I create things from the material I already have… “Hm, I’ve got this piece of fabric, what can I make from it?” or “This yarn would be perfect for a…” are two very common line of thoughts when I get creative.

Mum gave me two unfinished projects to either unravel or finish. One of them I already unraveled and I know what to make of that yarn. I just need that spare time. The other one is an almost complete sweater which my granny made. I haven’t yet decided whether I will finish it or unravel. I guess the smartest is to finish it, but the sweater is made without a pattern so I guess that it will be a completely new kind of challenge if I try. But I still think “how hard can it be?” and I guess that I could sort it out if I just sat down and thought it through.

The other day, I was thinking that if I had unlimited access to all kinds of yarn I wouldn’t know what to make. At least not in the beginning. Too many choices, since my creative process includes me having some special kind of material. Anyway, I’d probably make loads of things for charity if I had more yarn. It was a little like X-mas for me when my mum gave me all the yarn. Now, I’m thinking that maybe I should have a mass production of hand knitted teal socks and soft slippers this summer. Or, maybe there’s some requests from my readers?

New stuff

Neither an extreme hoarder nor a shoppaholic. I just needed some new things. Normally, I’m not very excited about either shopping or see the digits on my account statement reduce into a lower value (who does?). And, let’s not even start with the distaste I feel about crowded malls. (No, I’m not unsociable, I just don’t like the shopping rush in these environments.) So, I kind of dislike shopping, squared. Yet, I, too, need to buy new stuff sometimes. In the long run I need to buy a lot of things but I try to wear things out before I get new, I don’t like to make a bigger impact on my environment that necessary and I’m a big fan of compact living, and compact living with a lot of things seems to be unnecessary cramped.

Then, what did I buy? New sneakers! Yay! I hate buying shoes since it’s such a hard work to find shoes that feels comfortable enough and still looks good as everyday-shoes. Every year I search for a new pair of sneakers which are soft and doesn’t make my feet sweat so that I can wring out an entire lake of my shoes. Also, I don’t want the shoes to look like a space ship like most shoes that measure up to the other conditions. This year I found them.  It’s a pair of Merrell Bare Access Arc. Soft, light, looks like ordinary sneakers, relatively good price, made to be worn without socks. I haven’t yet tried wearing them for a whole day but I guess that I will be happy with these anyway.

I also bought a new knapsack, my old one is bit by bit breaking because it’s very well worn out. I chose an Osprey Quantum 34 in the color called blueberry. I packed it for the first time earlier this day and I must say that it holds loads of things. It’s not yet full though I packed it with stuff for a two nights visit at my mums and books for two courses to study. I’m happy with my purchase but I will never shop in that store again, Naturkompaniet in Linköping. The people in the store promised me that my shoes would come in less than a week when I ordered them. That wasn’t the case. When I called them and asked if the shoes had arrived yet they couldn’t give me an answer (though they had it right in front of them in a file) and they didn’t even call me back though they said that they would after checking with their colleagues. When my shoes finally had come and i went there to get them I was completely ignored by the cashier because she was talking to a colleague about some private stuff that didn’t seem very important (aka gossip). So, they lost a costumer and I will from now on go to their rivals, Uteliv, who are about 100% more service minded (If I don’t want service I’d shop in the Internet stores).

Also, I made a new beanie for me. I was trying out new a pattern that I found on the Internet which I will use to create a new beanie for my friend R (when i get the measurement of his head). I thought that it would be a good idea to try the pattern with some yearn that i had lying around just to see if the pattern was good enough to work with. It’s a very easy pattern and a quick knit. Also, thou it’s pink, I like my new beanie. It will be perfect for chilly summer nights. The pattern is found here. And, if you want it in English I could make a translation later if you ask me for it.

About new stuff. My mum gave me late birthday gifts last week. I wished for a small coffee maker and a cast iron pan. I got a black coffee maker of a perfect size and a pan from the factory store which is found about 25 Swedish miles (155 miles) away from here. That’s one wonderful mother! In addition, she gave me a bottle of her homemade amarelle syrup, yummy(!), no wonder I love her. Today, I’m going to visit her and I guess she will spoil me a little more since I’ve got a stupid common cold. I don’t mind but I’d like to spoil my mum at some time to, though that, I think, is a lot harder.

With all these new stuff I can relax a little but I cannot stop yet. I will have to go shopping for other things soon, like a pair of pumps and a cocktail dress for my sisters wedding, a new phone or a new laptop (what ever I can afford). I’ve got a long list of things that I soon need, and I will probably get it in the last minute because I don’t feel like shopping.

Big smile

Change. For better or for worse? At the moment it feels like most changes I experience are for the better. Well, I admit I probably wouldn’t write about or even try to take notice of when things are getting worse. Denial in those cases are mostly a good friend since it’s unnecessary to worry about every tiny change to the worse. You know, fooling yourself that things are pretty good as usual keeps your mind clear. At least I think so.

Lately I’ve had a fairly rough time inside my mind. I’ve been feeling low without knowing why or what I could do to cheer up again. As usual I blame the stress when these things happens and persuade myself that it’ll get better soon and while waiting I’m allowed to hide away when things feels a little too overpowering. Sometimes, I need a hug, and these are the times when I hate being single. You know… you don’t always have that special someone who anytime of the day would love to give you one hug after the other. Not much I can do about this situation when otherwise I’m just fine being single and like to keep it that way. Anyway, a week ago it all turned around and I suddenly felt filled up with this internal sunshine. I wasn’t yet dancing, like nobody could see me, again but I was almost constantly smiling. It felt great.

March 30, I went to a friend for a pre-party (as I told about in my last post) and that evening was the time when my laugher broke loose. For several days now I’ve been laughing with friends and on my own (not like a crazy person, I’ve been laughing at things I’ve read or seen or heard…). Also, yesterday, I read a blog post where a girl thought it’s very sad that people are afraid to laugh. She had seen it too many times. People are afraid of laughing because (they think) they would look stupid or sound weird or laugh when nobody else thinks it’s funny or they have some complex about the looks of their lips or teeth. I thought about it for a second and realized that I’m sometimes one of these persons! I’ve had complexes because I worried too much about what other people would think about “whatever”(I’m not telling about what). I’ve decided that no more worries about that. What’s funny to me is my business and if I can laugh about something I will also turn into a happier person. “Your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.” (I don’t remember who said it but I wrote it down and keep it on a post-it on my notice board as a reminder that I will not be happier if I’m afraid of looking stupid.)

About not caring too much about other peoples opinions. I’ve done some research about that dancing dude. First of all, he danced to Peacock by Katy Perry and he is kind of semi-famous for this clip. I found loads of other videos he posted on YouTube. I must say that it’s impressive. He must have put loads and loads of hours of work into some of these videos. I’m surprised that there are people disliking these videos. He is only having fun and entertaining the rest of us by posting it on YouTube. And, what kind of people aren’t charmed by the humorous twinkle in his eyes and his big smile? I cannot help falling a little in love with goofy, sweet people like this when they make me smile, snapping me out of a low.

(I wanted to leave a link to the clip where he dances to Peacock (the original) but you have to be singed in to watch it through his channel so I’m not. If you want to search for any of his work you can start with search terms “steve” and “kardynal”, because thats his name…)

People who share their happiness are found all over the world in every persons circle of contacts. In upper primary school there was D. He was a lot of fun for the rest of us. He seemed to like the attention and he charmed almost every single one, at the tiny school we went to, with his harmless pranks. In high school there was F. Another genuinely happy person with his tongue in his cheek. They are all over! Sometimes I need them. They cheer me up without knowing that they do. And, they remind me that looking stupid is only in my head and as long as I do things that makes me happy other peoples opinion is of no interest unless we have fun together. Got it?

The only mishap that is kind of a sad story right now, is that my favorite pen is out if ink. It’s a handout pen from a company that makes some kind of eye medicine. The ink was in a different shade of blue than most other pens and it was smother to write with it. I guess I could get a refill cartridge for it. But I think I will just try to find a new one because the one that I have has a loose hat… you know, the top thing you press to bring out the tip while making a tiny click. That tip is made out of metal and it pops out when clicking. Some times the spring shoots it away over the table so that it bounces out of reach. (It’s a typical weird First World problem and I feel a little stupid writing about it…  But, hey! This is my blog ) I will have to find a new favorite.

May, pollen, wood anemones and Walpurgis party

April is over and May just began. The pollen season will proceed for two more months before I can relax again and that’s the ordinary procedure for me. Though like last year I can in fact again smell the flowers again, and that’s almost like a new experience. I haven’t been able to do so for about 20 years and now, when I finally can, I walk around smelling the air and all smells it brings with it. Some times it’s not very nice, like when the farmers manured some fields out side the city and the wind is blowing in the “right” direction. On the other hand, experiencing this smell, does also belong to life so I guess I live a little more when I can smell manure. Should I consider myself happy about this?

Anyway, I’ve been going for walks every day lately. Mostly quick walks for exercise but sometimes I stop to look at (and smell) the nature. Swedish nature is lovely this time of the year. Lucky me since I can finally enjoy it. This date last year I wrote about a nice bicycle picnic at the last day of April, as in Sweden is called Walpurgis night. Yesterday, as well as last year, I came home with several photos of wood anemones. I guess that the reason to that is that I love them. Maybe it’s some childhood memory, maybe it’s because their presence means that soon summer is here? I don’t know, maybe it’s just because they are beautiful in their simplicity? What ever the reason is, a white carpet of wood anemones is a lovely sight.

Since it was Walpurgis night yesterday, there was several parties going on. I went to my friend L’s preparty where I met some other friends. I almost never see them anymore though we study at the same campus. They are busy with their stuff and I’m busy with mine and mostly it’s hard to find a good time to meet up and catch up. Last night, I had a great time (though, I was completely sober). I’ve missed them a lot and it makes me happy inside that I will probably meet them again this Thursday. The preparty started with just me and L. I’m seldom in time like I was yesterday, I was right on time… he he he.  At the preparty, as usual, we talked and laughed a lot. At one point we decided to check out some clip on YouTube from Chatroulette. Some guy dancing and lip-syncing to a Katy Perry song, dressed up as I don’t know what (Katy Perry on drugs maybe?). And there was loads of laughter filling the room again, especially from the reactions from all the guys who expected a different kind of experience from the chat, than the one with that guy. (Try to find this clip if you can, because you might laugh your ass off…)

Next thing we did was to actually go to Chatroulette to see if we could find another preparty group to chat with. While clicking through several people, which seemed to have other interests than we had, every time we came by some masturbating dude, there was a univocal shriek among us. (I’m not surprised that these guys end up on Chatroulette, but why on earth do they point the cam at their sexual organ and let that be the first thing one see? Are there people that truly likes this straight forward way? At least these dudes are being honest with their intentions, but maybe they could keep it to themselves a little longer…?) The best contribution to the weirdness of this activity was probably I’s. Every person we ended up shortly chatting with she wanted us to claim that we had a lesbian preparty. Perfect way of scaring some psychos away and having a great laugh about it. After all, Chatroulett is probably one of the places you must expect weirdos all the time.

The party got crowded when the guys came. People that I don’t really know, but they were fun to mingle with. One of them came up to me, really really close, and said that we probably didn’t know each other and he didn’t know my name but that he knew that I’m a scout. The fact that I’m a scout leader is not the primary quality that people know me for, but it felt fun to be recognized for that at least once. He is S and is also a scout leader (for 8- to 9-year olds which made me a little jealous since kids that age are great to be a leader for). Maybe that’s why he had bothered to remember me from conversations he had had with my friends. Anyway, he was a fun person and it’s a shame that there wasn’t more time to preparty before they headed off to the big party, where I wasn’t going.

Today, when I woke up, one could clearly tell that I had had a good time yesterday. I’ve got as much sunshine inside of me as it is outside today. There’s no clouds what so ever in the sky so I bet you understand that I feel great.

Wedding outfit concerns

Last week, I got the invitation to my sisters wedding. My sister is getting married!!! (Who would have thought that?… Just kidding! I’m not surprised at all that it’s happening, but I’m a little surprised that it is happening this year.) I’ve known for about half a year that there’s been some planning, but that was mostly about my sister being worried that someone would start a fight at the wedding. I tell you, my family is quite broken and there are some people that will never ever make friends again (some of them never were friends to begin with either). I think it’s sad that the bride have to worry that her relatives might not behave during her wedding day. On the other hand, I’m one of the persons she was worried was going to end up in a fight. A fight with my biological father. I promised her that I will act my best. Though, I cannot be responsible for the other people that dislikes him. And I will not take responsibility for all the stupid things he might say or do.

Anyway, now, I’ve got other more important things to think about for the wedding. I’ve been offered to take care of two very important jobs at the wedding. I’m very honored, and it boosts my self-confidence that my sister wants me to do these things. At some point I must have done something right. Right now, I have no worries about my job at the wedding day. It will work out just fine if everything is well planned, which I’m convinced that it will be by then. The only problem I’ve got now is to find an outfit that satisfies the dress code.

Dress codes are not really my cup of tea. I’ve never been to a wedding in adult life before so I never before had to examine what the different dress codes say for women. Isn’t it a little old fashioned to not specify some kind of typical garment for women too in the dress code? Is there anyone out there who instantly can say what a woman should wear if the dress code is Semi-formal? I can’t. Wikipedia says “evening dress”. Next step is to find out what qualifies as an evening dress. My sisters wedding have the Swedish equivalent of Informal attire (mörk kostym = lounge suit). So, already in the name of the dresscode men know exactly what’s appropriate to wear. Does anyone think it’s obvious that in this case a woman should wear a dress or skirt that reaches at least down to the knee but should not be of full length and neither should her shoulders be bare?

http://blog.fidmmuseum.org

I don’t even want to think how much time I put into finding something appropriate to wear that I like. At one Google-picture-search I fount two dresses that I liked a lot and that fulfilled the dress code. I saved the pictures on my computer but forgot to look where I could find them again. At first (for about a week) I thought that I had found the perfect dress and then by mistake missed the chance to get it. When I finally figured out that Google also have a function where you can search with a picture for similar pictures. (Oh, I was happy and I actually thought it was weird that there was no search engine that could handle this kind of request. Happily I was wrong.) So, I used my favorite of the two chosen dresses and searched for it. I found out that theres no chance in life that I will ever get hold of that one. (So much for my happiness before…) It was worn by Betsy Bloomingdale at the wedding of Charles and Diana in 1981. Also, it was designed by Marc Bohan for Dior. (Even more out of reach for a poor student.) I can at least say that I must have some kind of excellent taste in what’s appropriate at a wedding, even a royal wedding.

The other dress was something that could’ve been found at some Banana Republic store in 2009. If I want one like that I will have to have great luck and find it as second-hand… But, I don’t know if it’s an option to search for it like that. After all, it will probably be less time consuming to make one myself. At the moment I feel a little too lazy to make the dress, but I tried to find something good in the stores the other day and it was so hard. Most dresses and skirts are too short, a few are instead full length and therefore too long. I think it’s weird since I, during my search on the Internet, learned that this summers fashion is a lot about midi-length skirts, thus the perfect length for my outfit. So, why haven’t even one store picked up on that?

Maybe that trend will reach Sweden before the wedding? Maybe I shouldn’t count on it and just start sewing?

A little out of the ordinary

The day isn’t over yet but I’ve already seen several persons do things that are a little out of the ordinary. I’ve been away shopping and I, as usual, took my bicycle to the supermarket. Today is a typical spring day, the sun is shining but the dark clouds are present at the horizon and it’s hard to tell if the rain is coming our way. People are as usual trying their best to enjoy the warmth and the light that this day offers. So people are outdoors. Obviously, most of them mind their own business and so did I but I couldn’t help notice a few of them that did things I felt was a little out of the usual but still not crazy or plain weird.

I saw a man standing in an old phone booth smoking. He was probably only trying to get away from the wind. I don’t know but I guess that the wind could be a tiny problem for smokers. (If it’s a big problem I’d like it to be slightly stormy every day of the year. Hopefully this will make most people stop smoking. I think that would be great since I get sick from their bad habits. I mean, I really do get sick since it makes my asthma really bad to me.) Anyway, I think this man got a smart idea. He used an old phone booth to solve his problem, and I think that’s a good thing because almost nobody uses the phone booths anymore since mobile phones became popular.

Later on, I passed a lady and her dog. The thing that caught my eye was that she was photographing when her large German shepherd was pooping. Maybe she even was filming… BUT, why was she doing that? Unless it’s for the cause of curing a medical condition taking photos or filming anyone or any animal it’s just a weird thing to do, isn’t it? I’m laughing a little when thinking of how ridiculous she looked when she tried different angles, slowly moving around that poor dog.

Yesterday, I saw an old man raking a rampant area of grass. A little like it was his backyard where he was cleaning up after the winter and preparing the garden for the summer. Why did he do this? Did he want to use the grass for something or did he just want to clean up and make the area look a little more attractive? I should have asked him… I regret I didn’t do that.

These observations makes me wonder if I do things that other people think is a little unusual. I aware of that I’m doing things my own way some times but I don’t know if it calls for attentions like the three things I’ve mentioned above. Most things I do that may have people would wonder about why I’m doing it are things I do at home where people cannot see me. Don’t let your imagination run off to the weirdest things you can come up with. I don’t do that, but I sing out loud and dance like nobody can see me, when i feel like it. Sometimes, I lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling just because it feels nice to stretch out there and just let my thoughts flow. How about you? Do you do stuff that might seem unusual to other people?

Oh no, I’m out of cornichons!

It took me only three days to eat the jar of cornichons. Well, it was also three days of three and a half weeks of a stubborn cold so I think I was worth every single cucumber. I love cornichons and I can buy as many jars as I want but there are other stuff that I love but can no longer have. I love freshly baked bread but nowadays I can only have gluten free bread which also means that a lot of the good bread must be excluded from my diet. What a bummer! I’m so tired of not being able to eat what I like I’ve started to think about cheating.

Two days ago, when I was on my way home from the supermarket, I had a very specific day dream about baking rye bread. I could see it in front of me. Every step, especially the one where one knead a piece of dough onto a small roll. I could remember how the dough feels in my hands and I remembered the wonderful smell from when it’s being baked. It was all so real. (I admit that I was really really hungry when I had this dream.) Suddenly, I met someone on the bicycle path that I recognized. I woke up from my dream but I did not immediately know who this man is. He even greeted me with the familiar nod. (You know, the on where you slightly turn your face up and it means “hey there”.) I stared at him trying to remember who he is, but the thought of freshly baked bread didn’t really let go of my attention.

The seconds passed and I still didn’t find my memory of who this man was and I thought that I must look like a big question mark to him, maybe a little confused. I’ve never been caught in some deep daydream  like this before and I cannot imagine what my face looked like. So, I broke into a big smile, laughing at myself, feeling silly. And then, we passed each other, the moment was over. I went home in a hurry, After all I was crazy hungry. I did not look back. Though the big question mark about who that man was remained. Should I have stopped to say “Hi!” and to get the chance to find out who it was?

Now, I’ve forgotten his face (again probably because I was hungry) so I cannot find out who it was unless he comes up to me and talks to me about what happened there. Who knows, maybe it’s someone I know quite well?

Anyway, to make this weekend a little better I went out and bought some more cornichons. Yay!

A hopelessly boring weekend but I made Pones

Both yesterday and today I woke up with a feeling of not wanting to wake up in this world. I wanted to keep om sleeping, dreaming about a more interesting place than my boring campus apartment. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this kind of apathy before. I knew there was loads of fun things that I could do this weekend but I just didn’t feel like it. When I finally got out of bed yesterday I still felt like doing nothing. After some chatting with my dear friend M I started to do things that I needed to get done anyway. Starting with some service on my bicycle. Then I went shopping (not something that I wanted to do but you need to eat so I had no choice when my fridge and pantry had gotten empty enough). I looked for a new curtain rail and bought some topsoil for my plants. When I got to the supermarket I felt a little like “oh no, not again…”. I’m greatly bored with food right now. It has become too complicated to choose food that is good for me (you know gluten free, allergies, healthy, bla bla bla) so I’d prefer stop eating if it was possible. But that’s not the case. Stop eating = stop living. And, thats an inevitable fact.

Walking through the supermarket feeling miserable and wanting to get out of there I remembered that my auntie gave me a recipe for some gluten free LCHF bread called pones. I had forgotten to write what is needed for it on my shopping list so I called her for the recipe. I finished my shopping, relieved that it was over, and went home. In the evening I baked pones. It’s a little like scones but made with potato fibers instead of wheat flour. Pones even give you that harsh feeling on your tongue when eating it, just like scones. I think pones are perfect for a smaller supper, with tea. Pones are the best freshly baked, just as scones, but pones are better than scones if you reheat them the day after making them. I’m not sure of where she got this recipe so I cannot give any cred to the maker, but anyhow, here’s the recipe: 

Pones

3 dl potato fibers (pofiber)
2 tsp psyllium seed husk (fiberhusk)
2 tsp baking soda
250 g curd cheese
1 egg
50 g melted butter
1 dl whipping cream
some salt
Stir it all together and let it rest a little.
Roll it to 6 balls and put it on a baking tray.
Bake it in 200 degrees Celsius at the bottom slot in 15-20 min.

I also took some time to bake another kind of bread while I was at it anyway. So I made some ordinary “what ever I’ve got at home” gluten free bread. Kind of necessary since I now started to skip breakfast because I’m deadly tired of having porridge for breakfast and I don’t know what else I could eat. To me, skipping breakfast is a wrongdoing against your health. Hopefully I’ve fixed that problem now…

Knitted mittens

I’ve finished the mittens I started making a couple of weeks ago. It was only supposed to be one pair but since I was under a lot of stress when making the second mitten I by mistake made another right hand mitten. So, I had a couple of choices. I could have just given up and leave the project behind. I could have unraveled the second mitten to a stage where I could change it into a left hand mitten. But no, I decided on knitting two more mittens so that I’d get two pairs of mittens instead. I doubled the work but I thought that it wouldn’t do any harm. (You know knitting is some kind of busywork that calms me in stressful times.) In the end I had four mittens without thumbs which, I two nights ago, made while watching two Jake Gyllenhaal movies. (Yep, I still try to work my way through his work, but since I seldom watch movies it’ll take me some years.) There are several other great actors that I like and who’s work I want to see but since I have a hard time on deciding what to watch I try too keep it simple choosing one actor at a time and then work my way through their work.

Anyway, my work, such as these mittens, is a part of my creative life. I almost haven’t finished a project before I start a new one. My next project this time is curtains for both me and my friend mr T (Ha ha ha, yep, I’ve decided to start calling him that whenever I mention him in my blog since he is one of a kind which many people admire. Also, I know Mr T sometimes reads this blog… Hi there!). After that I will try to make the bag I’ve had in mind for three years, and maybe repair a couple of things. Somewhere on the road I’d like to make me a dress for my sisters wedding this summer… I know exactly what I want and the only way to get it is to make it my self. I can’t really expect that the stores will have that model this summer, because I don’t follow trends like a slave and force myself on thinking that everything new is looking good.

About the mittens I just made. I used a pattern I found in a weekly magazine in my grandmothers pile of magazines. I changed  the pattern a little, the complete mitten is 26 cm (10.2 in) and it’s for hand’s that are about 17.5 cm (6.9 in) long. A little to small for my hands even though I used ladies size M/L, but on the other hand (he he) I’ve got relatively large hands. The yarn is 100% wool and I describe the color as caffe latte (I even compared it to my latte once). You know that I’m willing to sell them if you want them. This stands for almost all my projects and I can also put together something on your request for the right price. As an example, my friend R wants a new beanie that goes with the scarf his mum made for him. He is “paying” with a complete visit at the cinema, you know, including popcorn and soda. I think this is a great deal.