Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Dark

It is so terribly dark here in Finland, I have many small lightsources placed around my house.
Above is something hanging in my bedroomwindow, it's small lampshades on a fairylight-string. You may have seen it before, when I lived in the beloved shoebox.
Take care in the dark! 

Sunday, 14 December 2014

Light and music


Yesterday, on the 13th of december, we celebrate Saint Lucia, it's the day of light.
Me and L cykled about in wet snow. We enjoyed tea and delicious cakes in a wonderful house by a pond. I received hugs and kisses and cakes and L just laughed and shook his head and said he has never met anyone who receives as many smiles and waves and hugs and kisses and cakes (!) as me. I am truly blessed! And grateful. A very spoiled creature stepping on this planet. There we sat in their wintergarden with all this and so much more, enjoying the lemons growing and the roses in bloom. The light in the first picture is colder than it was in real, due to the lamp they had for the plants. My camera caught that light in the picture. In real it was very cosy and warm.
Above is also their greenhouse in the garden.

We later dined in a lovely rustic restaurant, called Degerby Gille, we had wonderful lentilsoup. Later we chose a small christmastree to have on my veranda and then we cykled home in rain! Not much of seasonal spirit when it comes to weather...


Previously during the week, on thursday,  I travelled to Kotka (about ½hrs by car). Some friends of mine performed at the beautiful conserthouse. The gig was sooooo good! Here is Tahtoisin, tahtoisin.

Last week of work before my christmas-holiday, jeee! Enjoy your week!

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

First Aid Kit

Yesterday we (L and me) attended a fabulous great concert in Helsinki, First Aid Kit. We both like them tremendously, and enjoyed the concert. Both concerts are sold out, but as I am born under lucky stars, a certain someone received invitations...yes, I have said it before and I'll say it again, I am so spoiled!
It is wonderful to be in a concert where all is in tune, you don't have to worry about false sounds or the music being too loud.
Perfect is the word!

Here is My Silver Lining, a great tune. 

Above are my hooks I made of vintage cutlery.



Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Feeling a wee bit shy...

...or perhaps she got caught in the act;)


Sunday, 7 December 2014

Waffles for the people!

Yesterday was our independence day in Finland. This is among the things we did. 

Have a great upcoming week!

Saturday, 29 November 2014

Change of plans


My dear friend Johanna was supposed to visit this weekend, but had to cancel as she fell ill.It is not easy to cancel flights and we have been planning this trip for ages...but there are other weekends luckily. 
So my plans for the weekend changed.
My best friend Malin decided to pay me a visit, so we saw two exhibitions, one in the church by our friend Pauliina Turakka Purhonen (if you google her name, you'll find plenty of fascinating work). I thought some of her work were absolutely amazing and so touching. It is part of the churchs' 150th anniversary.
And at Almska gården (local Cultural Center), there are several different exhibitions on. We went to see the Iranian artists work. A photography exhibition of Afghan refugees in Iran by Shariar Khonsari and wonderful paintings called impression of Iranian moments by Susan Khonsari. I bought one of her paintings. I have seen the exhibition previously and one painting in particular has been on my mind since then. So I decided that, if it has not been sold, it shall be my christmaspresent! Many were sold, but this one was waiting for my red dot. Perfect!

Then we sat in a cafe and had some quiche and tea and shared a chocolate cake. We sat past their closing time, but were told there was no rush, they had a catering-job to take care of so we chatted away and then I waved goodbye to one of my absolute best friends!!!

Above are my fruitbasket and some linenflowers in a basket.



Saturday, 22 November 2014

I can see the light.


I have lived with most of my posessions tucked away in boxes for soon 6 months. Now I have finally managed to locate my light-therapy-lamp. I find it helps during the darkest time of year. I do try to get out to see daylight, but sometimes it just is plain grey and dark all day, and I feel slightly drained. I think most people in my hemisphere do, this time of year.We should just be tucked inside with plenty chocolate , burning candles and listen to the radio.
I can see the light is also a sentence form my most loved novel The Brothers Lionheart by Astrid Lindgren. I have it as an audiobook aswell, read by the author. The book means so much to me. I became a little preacher when I had first read it... and I believe I managed to convince my dearest grandmother Vieno-mummo that one day we will meet in Nangijala.

Today I became so happy when I heard the absolute best, no bestestest version of Je crois entendre encore by Beniamino Gigli on the radio. Come on, recorded in 1925! I am so born in the wrong era. This makes me cry it is so beautiful!!!! I know I should give the other singers a chance, but this version is just pure perfection for me. Please enjoy.

Happy weekend!

Friday, 21 November 2014

Give me a sign!





Well, finally my Fröken Wiklund sign has been placed in its right position. This is my nickname. One of them. In swedish we say "kärt barn har många namn", well, in that case I'm a very dear child as I have been blessed with many, hih!

This is what I was called as a child and it has stayed on, many call me fröken Wiklund still.

The sign is purchaised from Lundagård webshop. My lights above my kitchen sink and in my bathroom are also from their shop. They keep a blog and anyone interested in renovation and creative solutions and vintage and antiques can find many interesting posts to read.

Sunday, 16 November 2014

Be yourself





This is going to be a more intimate post.

The other day L said , that he really loves that I never say negative things about myself.

I started thinking about that. Because L has said it before. 
I have many friends who never say negative things about themselves. I love their company. It is energizing and loving and inspiring. Those are words I also often hear about myself.
The women I train with, or some of them, well, I hear what they say about themselves in the locker room after training. Some of the words are just horrible to hear, they very often call themselves ugly. Say they look like beast. I see a lot of women hiding their bodies, feeling ashamed of their bodies and their faces.
I used to try say something. That I wish they spoke of themselves with more love and respect. But is like talking to a wall. Nobody hears you.
Many of them are only slightly older than me, their bodies have given birth to wonderful children. Some of them have survived cancer. Some of them have lost dear ones. Some of them have had physically hard work. Some have been seriously ill. Some have experienced violence.
But many, all of them, have experienced joy and happiness. Laughter. Love.
Is it low self-asteem?  Selfhatred is far too common. And I read somewhere that what you say becomes real. So if you keep saying negative things about you, they become real, for yourself, that is how you start viewing yourself and what you can and cannot do. And it doesn't really help whatever a friend, a partner/ wife/ husband/ , a colleague, a blogreader or an outsider says about you, that you are good enough, you are beautiful, you are worthy, you are talented.

I often get comments about how I do not look my age. That I look so much younger. I feel I should be so thankful, so happy. To look so much younger than I actually am. But I am not trying to look younger, not do I want to participate in the glorifying of youth. Obviously it is easy to say this from where I stand. Had it been the other way around, that I look far more older than what I am. I don't know, would I feel and act the same. To not try look younger.
I also once was told to appreciate the catcalling I was openly criticizing. Not everyone gets catcalled. Really? To appreciate sexual harassment? I used to get that a lot. Not so much now as I live in a small town, but just recently I was going to a local shop and in the parkinglot a man drove up to me and rolled down his window, and I thought he was going to ask for advise or something similar, instead he commented on my looks and I was so taken by surprise I didn't know what to say, then L caught up with me and he had heard what the asshole in the car said and the man quickly drove away when he realized I was accompanied. I wonder what would have happened had I not been accompanied? I would have been left with those words, alone, echoing, the you look so pretty, you're a pretty girl, you want a man, me...(sä oot nätti, sä oot nätti tyttö, sä haluut miehen, minut...). Believe me, I have been left with these words alone.The pretty girl words. The invitations for drinks. For coffee. The asking for your number. Where I live. If I have a boyfriend. If I have pretty sisters or friends. I am not alone. All women get this. I hate it. I want people to be respectful when they say things to others.
I don't mind being complimented, but catcalling is not complimenting.

This quote has been around for some time, unfortunately without source, I don't know who wrote it.

 "It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself."

On friday we attended a party. I felt I could be myself. I felt beautiful. I was accompanied by a beautiful soul, the most handsome cavalier one could wish for, dearest L. We enjoyed the company of friends. Enjoyed  delicious food and wine. We danced a lot. I even managed to get caught up in a conversation with the chef, about food. I love food. I really enjoyed our talk about local food and just simply talking herbs, I so enjoyed the tea they served with the desert, and it was locally produced aswell.

Cykled home at midnight, both smiling and saying it out loud, life is beautiful!


Above is a lovely reminder. When we drank tea the other night, L said, this one must be saved. I agree. It is so true. To be beautiful means to be yourself.


Tuesday, 11 November 2014

I found a note





I was at a fleamarket and opened a small drawer in an old cupboard. I found this note. It says "Merry Christmas Tapio" and then there is a guide for heating up a traditional casserole that we have for our christmas dinners. On the other side it said "Thank you for the flower".

I closed the drawer. It felt so very private. Warmed my heart though to think that someone once wanted Tapio to have casserole for Christmas.
But, it also made me think of all the lonely people out there. Who spend holidays on their own. There are obviously plenty of people who choose not to celebrate or choose to be by themselves and who aren't lonely.
This was for me somehow very finnish. How can I put my finger on it...there are no more words that necessary. The act itself is kindness.

I hope that whoever buys the cupboard also cherishes the little note.





Sunday, 9 November 2014

Authentic fathersday


I left one piece of the wall untouched in the kitchen. The one with the most beautiful patina. I also left a few bits of wallpaper I found on the same wall, but I had to glue the pieces back as they came undone, probably because they dried once the house became heated and warm. The clock face is very old, also with the most spectacular patina. So, authentic and yet not all the way. But I think the fact I helped the wallpaper stay on is better than letting it go to waste.

Most of the original walls in my kitchen were ugly and dark, they were covered in old wide floorboard. Beautiful on floors and as ceiling. But as walls no. So I left them on the walls, but covered the walls with wooden panel and painted white. The floorboards were previously covered under many layers of wallpaper. I didn't want wallpaper in the kitchen, so that is why I chose wooden panel. So if anyone in the future wants to have dark wide floorboards as kitchenwalls, all they need to do is tear down the panel.

Sunday. Fathersday. I called my dear dad. It was good to hear him laugh over the phone. 

Thursday, 6 November 2014

Time.


My weeks and days have been filled with all sorts. Love. Movies. Renovation. Music. Cykling. Yoga. Work. A kitchen is very mych taking shape.
There was also a nameday. I am not custom to celebrating namedays, well, there are a few dear ones who do remember and send gifts (yes I know, I am spoiled!)...but I just happened to look through my calender when with L, so I said (with irony), Oh my, the 26th is just around the corner, can´t wait!
So wonderful L saved the date. L told me the orchestra got caught up in traffic, so did the acrobats apparently, but we shared a piece of cake in a lovely cafe. Don't get me wrong, I could have had a whole piece, but I have always loved sharing. There's something more to it, but I can't put my finger on it. We always order one piece and then we share. It is sort of our thing. And it's not a diet thing. Well, nothing really worth mentioning, just so happened that once someone asked, why we share. L replied, "I don't think we've ever thought why, we just like to". Later the same day, L took me out for dinner. What a spoiled little creature I am.

November took over.

Above is a little detail from my bathroom. The tin-thingy is from Istanbul. Something I picked up at the grand bazaar.



Friday, 24 October 2014

Sustainable fashion




"Efficient mass manufacturing in lower cost countries has brought about low end-prices of garments, cheap product prices lead consumers to impulse purchases and unsustainable consumption behaviour: overconsumption, very short use time of products and premature disposal of the product."     Niinimäki 2011


It is a very simple pattern. And inevitably, one thing leads to another.

Yesterday there was a very good column in the Helsingin Sanomat newspaper. Tavara ei ole liikaa by Roosa Murto. It is in finnish. So happy that someone has written what I have for a very long time been thinking.

The idea in the article is to question our ability to justify consumption by recykling or giving away things. Oh, even I do that. I am happy that I only do that occasionally. For ex. I and L have also decided to challenge ourselves - if we need to buy clothing during the following year, it shall only be second-hand. Except shoes and underwear and socks. But this is also adding to the consuming trend.

In the article Roosa wonders how so many people proudly declare how they dumped ten garbage bags full of clothes to charity. And how getting rid of unnecessary things makes us feel liberated. It does. But why do we need to hoard things and clothes in the first place. Even people who recykle and are against wasting goods, do this. 

I think it is very good to stop and think. Because if the world continues to consume the way we do, we will go under and drown in waste and pollution, even faster than we think.

I get that a lot. Now when I renovate the house. The, why don't you buy it new instead.  Or questions on why I want to use some of the stuff I found on the premises. Yes obviously I could have bought a new sink to my bathroom, but there was a perfectly working sink that I found in the garden. Why not clean and use it. Or the stove. It is not the most modern stove, it works perfectly, it fits my needs. I love to cook. I don't need a contemporary restaurant-like kitchen. It will look great in my kitchen. The persons I bought the house from had found it. It has hardly been used. 
Obviously it is easy to declare opinions like these, from where I stand. I have a chance to choose. And the examples above, where, items that I thought fitted my plans on how I want to renovate my house and what pleases my eye. Had the sink not been white, and the size and model it is, maybe I would have chosen to buy a new one instead. 
And the same goes with the stove. 

Roosa continues by opening up the idea, that we first need to give up on old things, in order to allow us to buy new. The statement is so usual, no one really stops to think, when did it become normal and usual, to have bags filled with unnecessary clothes waiting to be carried to the fleamarket or charity. The easier it is to get rid of unwanted and unnecessary things, the easier it is to get more. As if, by giving away things you've bought, would be the same, as if you would never have bought it in the first place.

The idea is by all means insane. But very common.

Roosa is very clear in asking for an attitude change, to stop hoarding and instead value the things we have.

If you are interested, there is a book that you can download from Aalto university, about sustainable fashion. It can be found here.  

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Thursday, 23 October 2014

Feathers and delicacies


Found this photo today, taken this summer. I took it on the pier where I spent many afternoons. Me and L often met up for picnic here. L crowned me queen of picnics, well, I do enjoy making luxury-picnics. Handmade chocolate and other delicacies are things I like to add when planning picnics.

Saturday, 18 October 2014

Sometimes...





...I just sit and watch the window above. Sometimes I enjoy a cup of tea or coffee, and watch. I really do enjoy my etched windows. I have two. This one is in my kitchen. The other one is in my living room-to-be.

During the week, me and L, saw a play at the Teater Viirus, Gräset är mörkare på andra sidan. We both enjoyed the play tremendously. We talked about the play and the fantastic scenography on the way home. All the way! It took us over an hour to get home;)
Before the play we enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate at a lovely restaurant with authentic vintage interior called Kolme Kruunua. Unfortunately we didn't have time to dine. But we will be back.

For the past two days I have been working on my renovation, full time. I have a short autumn-brake from work.  How wonderful! I have plans to do other things too, but, time just seems to fly by!

Wishing you a wonderful weekend! 


Sunday, 12 October 2014

Roses are red and Malala




Read an article a while ago, that next year you can study Skolt sami (koltansaami) at University of Oulu. A small step towards helping some of our minority languages live on...this is not in skolt sami, the singer Mari Boine is sami and she sings in another sami language. 

On friday I tried disc-golf (frisbeegolf) for the first time. It sure was tricky, but oh so much fun. Then sauna and pizza and a couple of beers and once my head hit the pillow I was fast asleep! 

Today I have spent time up in the attic. I'm placing a sort of windshield-paper on the floor, so that I can isolate the ceiling in the kitchen. Right now there's no point in heating the kitchen as all the heat goes up in thin air...I am crawling on all four on the beams and I can tell you, it starts to hurt on your knees after some hrs...I think a pair of knee pads would be great. I shall still continue, just having a short brake and blog, hih!

I really enjoyed these illustrations by brasilian illustrator Carol Rossetti, especially liked the loving and gentle approach. 

Sunday again. Have a good one! Roses from darling L. Yes, a very spoiled human beeing here, I know! I dedicate these roses to wonderful Malala.

Monday, 6 October 2014

Autumn

This evening when I cykled home from pilates training, it was very cold. It is autumn or almost winter.

Light in front of mirrors give very cosy light. I do love antique mirrors...ah!



Sunday, 5 October 2014

Socks and climbing underneath a house...

Today I climbed underneath my house. Several times. I have partly a new building, as the former veranda had to be re-built as it was too rotten to keep. And due to this newly built part, I was also able to build a bathroom, as there was no such space in the former floor planning. And this part needs all sorts of finishing touches. I have a ventilated base floor. That was common in old wooden houses and has proved very good, as these houses (with a ventilated base floor) are healthy and strong. But, one of the ventilation holes is located below ground, and most part of the surrounding ground is rock, so I cannot level it according to the base or ventilation hole. There I had a little nut to crack. How can I avoid flooding of the base in the spring when snow melts. I talked to several people and they all agreed upon my idea. The idea was to shut the ventilation hole with tin, that has a large hole for a tube. Then attach a 90degree piece that is attached to a pipe and then another 90degree piece as a sort of hat. And to keep the tube straight, there should be a tin on the inside, at the same level as the one on the outside. I had to glue the inside-piece of tin from the inside, even though I had calculated the Pythagorean theorem and cut the inside-piece accordingly. You see, inside there was a piece of wood in the ceiling, that came too close to the hole, so it was unfortunately not possible to slide the tin inside from the outside. So one (meaning me!) had to climb inside. It's a a bit tricky to get inside. One of the ventialtion holes is a larger hole, so that one can climb inside. But it is located behind an old flowerbed, so we first had to dig out a larger landing in front of the hole, because it was only 40cm wide, and  a grownup would not fit. We dig and eventually managed to get the sort of landing ground, so that I could first slide myself into sitting position with legs inside, then turn around and face the ground, and then slide inside and land on my knees. And then crawl, as it is only 70cm high down there. But I found my way in  and out of underneath my house several times, and now my friends, I can tell you, it is done. I have worked on leveling the ground in front of the building, to find the correct slope, so that water runs away from the building. L has been extremely generous and so very kind in helping me. Obviously it is also so much nicer to have a friend to work with.

And guess what? On friday I found a little parcel waiting for me when I got home. It contained my woolen knee-socks. I am very pleased! Lucky me, I shall be very warm this winter.They are even prettier in real. And they fit me perfectly. I already placed another order, in another colour comination, hih!

Sunday it is. Have a good one!

Saturday, 4 October 2014

Fly by


Well, that is what my days and weeks seem to do!


On thursday I saw a performance at Kapsäkki, by two of my colleagues, Vuokko and Taisto. called Pietari19142014. A poetic travelogue to St Petersburg, back in 1914 and today, 2014. A lovely performance. Here is a lovely song by Vuokko (it is not from the performance).
Whilst in Helsinki, I also ate at my favorite fast food restaurant. Yes. I know. Many of you raise your eyebrows now and wonder how this combo is possible. Well it is. I enjoy a certain kind of fast food. When it's made with love and care. At Fafa's. The Kallio branch is like an american diner. They play great music in the "back", the staff sing along, they dance, so did I! I love how the staff always greet you welcome with a smile, they call out your firstname when your food is ready, and the food is delicious. Pitabread from their own bakery. Falafels with feta cheese, fried eggplant, olive paste, vegetables and tzatziki. And a ginger beer. What more could you ask for?
And whilst in Helsinki. I saw a man dance with a huge metal circle. He was accompanied by guitar. It was magical.
And whilst in Helsinki. I bought a pair of vintage shoes. Please let me be invited to a party soon. Please. Oh, how convenient then that I in fact have an invitation for a party next weekend. Hih! Maybe baby I shall wear my vintage shoes then.

Today I have worked in my garden. Put away chairs and tables and pots and cans. Winter may come, I am ready. I hung my new outdoor lights. These are from Granit. And placed fairylights inside the little lantern. Now it looks like a little carnival when I come home, hih!

Took a run in the early evening, came home to churchbells ringing, helgmålsringning
 is what it is called in swedish. The evening was warm, a little rain, my carnival-lights greeting me when I came home. Felt so good!

Wishing you a lovely weekend!

Sunday, 28 September 2014

Treasures and dredging

Yesterday we (L and me) took a stroll through a local fleamarket. And boy did we find some treasures! L found a great painting for 2 euros! I found the Helsinki Cathedral photograph for one euro. I'm still a Helsinki-gal deep down in my heart, though I love living in this small town. I also found some enamel hooks, the sort I collect. Suits an old house like mine very well.


But above all this, I found an old woolen rug, it's huuuuuge, 2,3m x 3,4m. For free. It was dumped at the fleamarket and as it has two small cuts, so no one wanted it. It took up space, so they decided to give it for free. Still, nobody wanted it. Then I came along and, well, the rest is history, hih! I have repaired cuts and holes in rugs before, so I think these cuts will be fairly simple and it is easily mendable. I also checked that the costs to have it cleaned at the local cleaner is about 10 euros /m2. I shall have a beautiful rug in my living room. But it is also something I need. Woolen rugs are essential in old houses, with drafty floors. I am also happy to be able to give it a new life.We looked funny cykling home from our treasure-hunt. The painting and the huge rug fitted on L's bike, and me, well, I strolled along without any luggage as my other treasures fitted in my basket.

I ordered a pair of handknitted knee-socks today. Found this knitting lady on fb who takes orders. I loved her patterns and as I knit myself, I sometimes like to wear stuff that others have made. Odd perhaps. She immediately started. Even sent me a pic for proof. I do love that sort of passion for handicrafts. I believe this shall not be the last pair I order from her. I prefer knitted socks in the winter.

Have a great sunday folks! I shall go wash the boat today, as we had to take up the boat yesterday, they are dredging the shores and all boats must be taken up.


Monday, 22 September 2014

Repovesi

We left for Repovesi Nationalpark on saturday morning. Rucksacks filled with goodies like smoked fish, fresh bread, water, coffee and chocolate (of course!). Weather was perfect!
We (me and L) chose a trail that was both challenging and fun. And we had a variety of landscape. After the suspension bridge, we had a high climb and were rewarded with the first spectacular view, seen above.

We enjoyed our delicious lunch by this lake (above).

We met a grass snake. I haven't seen one in many years, they have become quite rare. This particular one was very long, over one meter. It first got scared when we met, but after a short while it relaxed and we could watch it enjoying the sun and trying to look like any common branch on the ground. Or that is what I imagine it trying, hih! We didn't encounter any other rare animals, but a very well looking squirrel.

It was L's first visit. I have been several times. We both agreed upon returning. We travelled there as part of a group, but everyone chose a trail of their liking and we decided to hike by ourselves.


Wednesday, 17 September 2014

I wish...


...I could post more pics of work made by my students. They are ever so talented and creative. 
But I can show you something! Above you can see a wallpaper made by two of my ex-students. Students design and print their own wallpaper in my class (part of the design-theme), sometimes they want to work in pairs. This is a collaboration with Jenny and Jonas aka J&J. They printed many strips and this one strip was given to me. I love it! I hung it with string. I nicked the idea from Deborah Bowness, her fab wallpapers are often hung on silkribbon...as you know I have a weak spot for Deborahs work. I myself have e the Rose dress in green and Semi Drum in frames. Dear Genuine fake bookshelf was left behind in my old apartment, the ever so lovely Shoebox. The new owner of the Shoebox has also been charmed by Deborahs fake bookshelf wallpaper, as she has plans to get some more and cover even a larger area. I only had one strip. But. I do not think I can live without it, hih. Next time a certain someone is in London...well yes, very weak spot there for Deborah...

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Harvest and safety

I do love this time of year, time of harvest. I have always been blessed by either having my own grown vegetables and fruit to harvest, or by friends and family.
I have now been given plenty of apple. It is a very good year for apple harvest. And as I simply looooove apple puree, I started a factory yesterday. It was a warm sunny day, so moved the peeling business outdoors;) Now I have so much appel puree, it will feed the finnish army aswell as my family and friends. I also baked a few applepies, and as I was busy in the kitchen I threw in a quiche aswell, feta cheese-spinach-cherry tomato. Unfortunately, I have had no time to collect glass-jars for my apple puree, so I had to use plastic bags and threw them in the freezer.

Later I placed my new fire-alarm on the ceiling. May I present Lento, by Paola Suhonen. Paola is the woman behind lovely Ivana Helsinki.

Ok. Anyone who has a pet and occasionally does yoga at home. You will understand. THIS. I so completely recognise and feel for guy carrying cat at 2:45.

Sunday. Have a good one!

Monday, 1 September 2014

What a weekend!

My house was part of the Lovisa Historiska Hus -event this weekend. I had many many hundred visitors, all whom were ever so friendly and respectful and also very thankful that I was involved. Visitors mainly asked about the renovation and wanted advise on a few matters. I was very happy to share the knowledge I have.

On sunday evening I was rather tired. But me and L met up for a small dinner and a movie. We saw Magic in the moonlight. It was only the two of us in the cinema! We both enjoyed the movie.

Very busy week ahead. Take care. Sniff basil, it does wonders to your self-asteem, hih!

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Outcome

I have been working on the renovation for quite some time, and obviously gone through different stages of frustration and despair;)
Today I looked through pictures taken during the journey, blimey, change has actually happened.
This is a corner of my kitchen. I found the old door in the spring, in a nearby village, where I bought two other doors as well (I changed all the 70's doors to old ones from a 30's house, ok, this house is from year 1900, but I have decided not to make this into a museum).
It will be the door to a small cupboard, or larder, I shall build in the corner. I find it ever so charming. I love the word for larder in swedish, skafferi. If I ever had a small shop or kiosk of any sort, it would most certainly be called Ninas Skafferi. In fact, I think this little larder shall be named, I shall have a small opening of Ninas Skafferi, maybe invite some friends, serve small delicacies...
Talking of friends, last night I cooked my famous couscous salad and spent the evening with our dear friend J, who has moved abroad. We started planning a trip over to visit, soon. We ate, enjoyed wonderful wine and listened to a bunch of old LP's. What a journey down memorylane we all took. Oh dear, I remembered how a very young and small Nina cried when I listened to this, soon 36 yrs ago!!!! Baccara was a big deal for me when I was eight or nine years old. And that song always made me teary eyed;)


The second image is from when I have just started tearing up the kitchen floor. Look at those dark walls and floor. I used so much time scraping the roof beams off of chalkpaint, that was hard as stone at some places, now I am well pleased I did the hard work - they look fabulous against the whitepainted ceiling.
The door in this image is today the door to my bathroom.

Oh so much going on! Most of my "hobbies" start next week, there are farewell parties and theatre plays and concerts to attend. My theatre colleague Samuel has been accepted to study in London. There they will bake him into a master of arts, a theatre director, specialization within musicals. All my London-family, please take very very very well care of dear S (what a silly sentence to write, you are the bestestestest ever, so of course you will take greatest of care of the bestestestest Samuel <3 p="">
Time to work again! See you soon! Take care!

Monday, 18 August 2014

Gardens and wierd films


I have, in my mind, started planning the garden. I haven't had time to do much this season, and I also wanted to see what is growing and where. This year I have only had flowers and herbs in pots (pic above). Unfortunately terribly neglected! But some herbs and flowers are still going strong. But poor lavender has thus left us...before leaving for Corfu there was still a tiny bit of life left...

Yesterday was the "Restaurant-day". We dined at our dear friend Beniaminos house. He cooked his beloved italian dishes and it was delicious. Then we cykled about and enjoyed coffe and cakes in our friends backgarden. In the evening we watched Wes Anderson's The Grand Budapest Hotel. What a wierd wonderful film.

Oh, I hope you have seen this charming dance-cover/ shortfilm? Here is the original.

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Corfu












Me and the person I'm in love with, let's call this person "L", travelled to Corfu for a week.

We stayed in a lovely small beach hotel by the shore with a beautiful view from the balcony. Fell asleep to the sound of waves and woke up to a mild breeze, it was like a dream. Though we didn't spend much of our time in the hotel, we still both appreciated the fabulous location.
We are both active and enjoy being active when traveling too, so our trip had lots of activities including hiking a 10km route up the hills where we found a wonderful small village Chlomos, with a spectacular view - it was 100% worth all the sweat and the heavy climbs!
One day we rented bikes and cykled for a day along the beautiful shores. Behind every bend and turn was another even more spectacular view. My bum got sore from the hard saddle, so here comes a cheap advise on how to make your cykling gear whilst on the go, stuff your trousers with oven gloves, hih!  Long climbes uphill and long nice glidings downhill. Our thighs were aching of the hard work when we returned sweaty and exhausted and happy to the hotel. I still completed my running miles during our trip, I had the best support from L.
Whilst enjoying beachlife, I often found myself floating on a mattress or piling stones or reading...
We visited Corfu town, walked about for a whole day enjoying the different pace and narrow streets and the many tavernas. 
For a food lover, I was not dissapointed in any of the many vegetarian dishes I tasted whilst in Corfu! 

I never blog or log on FB or check e-mails or check my phone when traveling on holiday. I leave the name and number of the hotel where I am staying with my closest people, they know how to reach me if needed. It is very important for me to also step away from all that. A world (cyber) that seems to have taken a grip on many of my acquaintances. Please do not think that I sit here and feel a better person than the rest of the world, each person does what is best for them. But I have become very aware of how so many people spend so much time online and how so many feel they have to blog and be on fb and reply to every single sms immediately and everywhere.
During this summer, both L and I have noticed many many, especially couples, sitting together, both (or the other) far more concentrated in their phones or tablets than their companions. It leaves me feeling sad, maybe they no longer have anything in common and nothing to talk about. What makes me personally feel very sad, is when I see mothers fingering their phones and not taking any notice of the kids wishing to be seen or heard.
We seem to have an unspoken rule, L and I, when we are together, our phones are on silent. And for real, we have never decided on this.

 When L and I became acquainted (and later friends and even later, lovers) we  used to go cykling or took long walks together. I even got L interested in running. Now L has invested in new running gear. I drool every time I see the new shoes. They are red. 

Work has begun and it is nice to be back. Renovation of the house takes small but firm steps forward. I did things during the week I would never ever had imagined myself doing. I love it. I've received so many kind and supportive words regarding the project. First of all the fact that I am female, taking on a huge house-project. By myself. So many women have said they envy my courage and that I am living their dream. I say thank you, but do not feel envy. I do not think this is anything courageous. Obviously it is huge. But nothing anyone else couldn't handle as well. I did not dig the waterpipes or the drains into the ground, nor did I do any of the electricity work, hih! I had professionals. That's their job;) I only had to tell them what I needed and wished for. And slowly does it. A home is slowly slowly taking shape. And soon I have a fully working kitchen. I cannot wait! I love food and love to cook and bake, so you probably know how excited I am.

Take care.
A warm thank you for all the many many messages I have received regarding my previous post.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Black cloud





The person I am dating is going through a rather dirty divorce. His ex has made it public on the internet, on facebook and through her blog. Now she has even taken me as her target. She has violated my privacy. She has published my name and linked to my blog through her facebook page (which is public, one needs not be her friend to see her posts!) and her blog. She constantly reports where we have been spotted together. Hence I had to close my own blog for a while due to the violation of my privacy. She claims it is her right to write about her divorce, about her sad feelings, as she also claims I do nothing else but post about my love affair and my happiness on the internet. Surely everyone has their right to write about themselves whatever they like, but once you start writing personal stuff about others, you're off limits. She is a professional journalist and now someone has reported her action. I wish her no harm but I can also wonder how a person in her position, can forget the rules of how to behave online. But obviously it is her choise to risk everything, not only her dignity, but her profession too.

First of all, my blog is by no means public, very few know my real identity. Secondly, I have a life to lead, not much time to spend on the internet.

My posts will occur as often (read seldom) as before. But with the difference, I might have to close my Temps Perdu -account and invite you all to become readers elsewhere.

Life is otherwise beautiful and good. I have a lovely house that I am renovating. I love my sweet darling  Muru-cat. I'm on holiday from work, looking forward to starting work within a month. I have the most wonderful friends. I have a wonderful family. I am dating a beautiful person and I am happy. I am doing a lot of running, signed up for a running-school and I am telling you, though I really love and enjoy running, in this heat it is a challenge. But I am very proud I have managed to fulfill all the running miles up until now. And I am not going to let some summer heat stop me;)

The image above is a textile work by my friend. It is missing a frame, but I am currently keeping my eyes open for it in the fleamarkets, I think a vintage golden frame would look great.

Enjoy summer friends!






Thursday, 10 July 2014

Happiness...


...is a (borrowed) rowingboat in the reeds. I had planned to buy a cheap rowingboat and had already contacted a seller online, but whilst waiting for a reply sent a rowingboat-request on facebook, and as it happens a friend of mine had a rowingboat in their garden;) So we made a deal that I organize an official place at the harbour for it, and her and her family can use it when they feel like taking a boat-trip. Excellent! As I often think we could share many more things, things we do not use constantly...so I am well pleased. And this is a glassfibre boat that needs very little care, as I don't have plenty of sparetime on my hands.
Took a first little trip on the bay last night, we had a mild breeze and wonderful scenery.
Later we watched a game of football and whilst cykling home decided to stop and  enjoy a skinnydip in the sea with the most spectacular yellow moon just above the treetops. Summer at its best! Enjoy!