Monday, 26 January 2015

The world

At times I do worry awfully much about the state of the world and about us humans.
I am privileged. I am loved. I am thankful.

To ease a wee bit my worry, I have today donated my todays earning to Amnesty. Right now we need to stop public flogging of  of Saudi Arabian Raif Badawi, a blogger and activist. Please sign the petition to free our fellow blogger. Here is more information. Here is more information for finnish readers. Thank you! Let us be good to each other, look out for each other and love.

Sunday, 18 January 2015


Well, yours truly has signed up. Finally according to some;) Well, let's see if I get the hang of it. So, folks, if you want to follow me, then Ninitchi is my name. Find me or if you cannot be bothered, just click on the image of the bird to the right, the little birdie will find me...

The image above is the first image I uploaded.
I got the image from my friend Emma. She is a lovey friend, and a wonderful author. Tack finaste Emma.

The image reminds me of Emma (of course!) but also of a finnish poem by Marja-Leena Mikkola. Here it is perfomed by Anneli Saaristo, Tyttö ja tanssiva karhu.

Friday, 16 January 2015

National Tulip Day

Today is the National Tulip Day. In the Netherlands. But why not celebrate it internationally! So today after work, me and L enjoyed some croissants and tradional Runeberg cakes. And enjoyed tulips given by my neighbour. An elderly lady who lives just next door, she is so grateful to have a neighbour after all these years when my house stood abandoned.
The beautiful handmade candles are from another neighbour. I know, I am so spoiled! Kiitos Minna ja tytöt!

It is friday. How fast the week passed.
Quite a lot of programme for today so I better just log off and wish you all a lovely weekend.

Take care, keep warm and dry!

Friday, 9 January 2015

Thank you!

I received this card from my friend Maria.

It really made my day! I smiled. She really knows me. I love love love dots. I have dots on most of my clothes. Seldom do I walk out my door without dots, on my clothes or my accessories.

I also love the art nouveau-era.

And obviously the text. Hilarious!

Kiitos Maria!

Have a great weekend friends!

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Cabbage and flora

I made cabbage-stew today. My parents are comig to visit tomorrow and it is an easy and very lovely dish, suitable for winter. It easy to make, you just prepare and let it simmer for hours if you want. I serve it with lingonberries. I find it is absolutely best the second day, that is why I try prepare cabbage-stew one day in advance if possible.

Here is my little fun project I have been working on:
As I bought an old house with just walls and roof, no storage was available. I either have to build storage or buy furniture. But with a tight budget I cannot afford to buy stuff all the time. That is why, if I come by usable things I try to make the best of it. As with this small cabinet. It was fine, but not really my style and the doors were in need of repair. So I decided to cover the doors with pages from an old german flora. Some of you may remember I wallpapered a wall in my small apartment ( the "shoebox") with these same pages, some years ago. I still have plenty pages left and can use them for all sorts of projects.
I am pleased with the outcome for this cabinet. Now I have a place for bedlinen, towels, tablecloths, etc.
I used Joseph Franks' famous cabinet "Flora" as an inspiration. 



Monday, 5 January 2015

All sorts I am still on comes some more rabble from a certain someone, hih!

Last night, me and my two friends had a sauna. Being in Finland, that is not special nor really worth mentioning. But this particular sauna is, in my opinion, definitely worth mentioning. It's by the shore, nobody around, it's heated with wood and rather cozy. Our friend M was also supposed to join us, but she had a rather nasty coincidence at home, earlier that day. (Nobody was hurt, just nasty).

So I came to the sauna, with bags filled with candles and goodies: all sorts of stuff you can scrub your face and body with, facemasks, bodyoils to leave on whilst in the sauna (makes your skin oh so soft), hairmasks, you  name it! There was this mix of different essential-oils in the air, three beautiful ladies having a spa on a sunday-evening. It was sooooo relaxing.

Cykling home later the same evening, I felt all blessed, again.

These are by far the best suggestions for New Years resolutions. By the ever so lovely Nina Hemmingsson. I am a huge fan of her work and I have all her albums, and love to read her strips in Aftonbladet (this image is taken from their site).

So, a new week. Have a good one. Be safe friends!

Sunday, 4 January 2015

Rose dress

I have been working most of the day, on a lovely project. I shall show you once it is ready.

Took this picture just a while ago, my lovely wallpaper (framed) by Deborah Bowness called Rose dress. I have it in green but am drooling...I'd love to have the one in pink too...greedy? Me? Surely not! Hih!

Sorry for the reflection in the glass, I tried a new angle, then another one and yet another one, but the reflection was there. So we just need to accept the reflection, in fact, let's make her feel really welcome, who are we to who exclude anyone?!!!

Saturday, 3 January 2015

Avocados and other rumblings

I was going to write about how I for long dreamed of a house. Of the squeaky wooden plankfloor, how I would stumble on the rugs, eating toast with avocado, how I would sit with my cat in my lap...
I live and have all that. I stumble on the rugs, or a few ones, often and I love the sound of my wooden plank floors and I love avocado on toast, my cat often sits in my lap...someone once said, be careful what you wish for - your wish may come true!
This is how it looks like when I've had my choice of vegetable in the kitchen...

I once read a novel, by Rachel Ingalls, called Mrs. Caliban. I so enjoyed it. And I craved for avocadoes all the way through. I did give in on the cravings, of course! I do recommend the novel. It is probabaly 25 years since I read it, but I can recall the atmospere and the avocado-cravings like yesterday. During the same time I read another memorable novel, about a man who became an alcoholic. It wasn't a victim story, but I do remember beeing extremely touched. For the life of me I cannot recall the title, nor the author.

I also remembered how me and my dear friend T, travelled on the metro in Helsinki, both carrying skies and bags, and how she suddenly remembered she had placed an avocado inside one of her ski-boots, as there had been no other place possible, and how she wished she was going to remember the avocado when she comes home. For some reason we started laughing at this, she was going to get off one stop before me, so I was left with the laughter alone in the metro (I just couldn't stop, nor could she, so she was laughing on her own in the station!). It was of contagious sort, and so we were a bunch of strangers laughing together on the metro, for a short while.

Today I had my dear friends Kaisa and Ilona and Haruka over for tea and bisquits. Kaisa brought with her the most amazing artwork. She makes these dogbusts to hang on the wall. The small green one I've had before. They are sooooo charming! Sorry the image is of such poor quality. I'll show you a better picture once they have found their place on my wall.

My dear friend Nicolas died in 2010. A long long time ago, he was engaged to be married. Her name was Silja. But they never did get married. They did live together. For how long, I cannot remember, it is such a long time ago. And Nicolas is no longer amongst us. Yesterday I had the news, Silja had passed away first of january.
I never learned to know her, our paths crossed several times, but we never found friendship, though many of our mutual friends (often) suggested we probably would like each other.
I remember a few things from their (Nicolas' and Silja's) home. Their enormous antique diningtable. The amount of books. Everywhere. Her collection of ex votos on a wall, legs and arms. Many years later, when Nicolas and Silja no longer were a couple, I visited her apartment. She had the most beautiful bedlinen. The duvetcover had a large hole in the middle of the top fabric, a square lined with lace, and this was the hole from where you also placed the duvet inside the cover. It was from a time when duvets were colourful and beautiful. She told me it was from her grandparents. 
Today, in Helsingin Sanomat, I read probably the most beautiful obituary ever written, by our mutual friend Tuomas.

Thursday, 1 January 2015


Things I really like doing are called doings. Here are some.

Today, after a wonderful lazy looooong morning with my darling, I walked to my workshop and scraped an old chair of paint. I purchaised it for 10 euros, decided to try give it a new chapter in its history. It has been standing outdoors for long and the paint was flaking when I got it. I wasn't really sure if it possible to save, as it had some mould under the paint. Not all over, just in a few places.
So I let it dry first, then scraped the paint (today), and washed it with natural soap and brush. Now I will let it dry again, then glue the pieces properly, add some new wood for the seat (missing pieces) and either use linseed oil or wax. It will be a beauty. One day.

This is how much paint I scraped off:

The cupboard I got previously during the week, well, it was missing a back for the top shelf. So I made one to fit from cardboard and painted it. Almost the same, but not quite. It is soooooo good in my kitchen.

Happy New Year!

Before dinner we headed to the shore, to enjoy a firework-show. We had packed with us champagne-glasses and sparkling wine. The show was spectacular!
I like this pic as it looks like a medusa, hih!

We then walked home, accompanied by our friends and neighbours and their 3 children.
Once home, we made dinner together with L. He chopped the vegetables and I continued with the rest. We made Creme Vichyssoisse, not as a starter, but as main course. We had so much mayonnaise left from christmas, so we decided to have toast Skagen again. We love toast Skagen, so it was not a hard decision to make, hih!

For desert I had made a Skyr cake, but without Skyr.
Skyr is an icelandic dairy product, we have something similar called rahka. I used vanilla-flavoured rahka. For the bottom I used Bastogne bisquits. The Skyr-cake is an easier and faster version of a cheese-cake. Topped with fresh berries. I used blueberry.

We enjoyed dinner and planned to take a walk at midnight, and perhaps spot some fireworks. But dear Muru (my cat) became so scared of the bangs from the fireworks, that we decided to stay at home and keep her company and make her feel safe. So we climbed onto our bed, with Muru between us, some candles lit, listening to music (most of my records are tucked away still, but managed to locate my Melody Gardot cd's, so we listened to this), sipping champagne and eating chocolate and tell each other what we dream and wish for. Muru was pleased, purring away, stretched long between us. It is so lovely that we can make her feel so safe. I could not have wished for a lovelier way to step, or in our case, gently slip into a new year.

The candleholder is so dear to me, it is a gift from my mother. She bought it in Berlin. A city she has visited many many times, and really loves. Due to her condition, I doubt she will ever return.

Happy New Year dear friends! You are the best! 

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

More movies...

It's great beeing on holiday and live where Ilive. Last night whilst we were having supper, L suddenly suggested we should check out yet another movie. A movie I sort of jokingly suggested we should check out when we saw the trailer the other day. So once we had eaten and enjoyed coffee and even made the dishes, we walked to the cinema and got comfortable with our 3D-glasses and enjoyed Exodus. We both really enjoyed it! I must admit I did not expect to actually be so caught up in the film. I was slightly amused at first with the various english accents and the make-up, you know the heavy eyeliners, the dark foundation, the black wigs. So in the beginning when they showed slaves pulling heavy blocks of stone, I could not help myself from whispering "sorry, but I think it's polystyrene" ...luckily L has a (good!) sence of humour...

I have been busy for a few days...yesterday my friend asked if I wanted an old cupboard of hers, she is moving out of her workshop, and has some furniture that needs to be relocated. So the cupboard moved into my kitchen. A little detail below. It is so beautiful. It is a perfect pair for my cabinet. A small detail in the lower picture.

Then I hurried home to pick up my stuff and off I hurried to play badminton with L. After an hour on court I hurried home after a quick shower, to meet yet another friend...

And rest is history.

Today has also been a friend day. I met up with my friend Ulla,  who lives in a village nearby, for lunch. We laughed so much, she was about to fall off the chair. This time it wasn't me! I am usually the one that falls off chairs laughing.

Today we are not heading to the cinema, hih! Our friends from Luxemburg are coming for a visit.

Midweek. Enjoy!

Sunday, 28 December 2014

Serious business

Today we had a proper waffle-feast with my parents. We have already become experinced wafflebakers, and we have a working routine: I make the dough and L bakes the waffles.

My parents just sighed with delight and enjoyed waffles with strawberry-jam and whipped cream with a hint of vanilla. Isn't it funny how waffles makes us remember? It is so connected to memories. Almost everyone whom has heard that we bake waffles say, oh waffles, we used to make waffles, but not anymore. I wonder why? It's not complicated or timeconsuming.
We bought a waffle-iron that bakes two waffles at the same time.  That is efficient and serious waffle-business!

We even had umbrellas...hih!

Yummy!  Life is sooooo goooood!!!

Thursday, 25 December 2014


On christmas eve, we enjoyed a long breakfast and then headed out for a walk. First we took candles to the graveyard. L's grandparents were all remembered with candles and also his first wife's loved ones.
Then we walked to his familys summerhouse, lit a candle and headed down to the sea and walked along the shore, enjoying the beauty of this city we live in.

We then had lunch, I prepared Toast Skagen and we enjoyed some sparkling wine.

After lunch we started to prepare for the evening, our first christmas  together and our first christmas in my house.
We listened to christmas-music and were ready when we had a knock on the door at exactly 5p.m. Our guest K arrived.
We enjoyed plenty of fish in all forms (raw, marinated, smoked, sill) and as I do not eat meat (luckily L does not care for meat much either) we had plenty of veggie dishes in all forms.

Above is the christmas-bouquet.
After desert we had coffee and cakes and chocolate and some port. And then, we heard a knock on the door. We weren't expecting anyone, so it took some time for us to run to the door. When we opened, we found a sack on the steps. It was father Christmas who had left a whole bunch of pressies for all of us!

After dinner L walked K home, they stopped by the graveyard to look at the sea of candles. Their friendship goes way back, to their childhood.

I made a fire and waited for L to return. We then enjoyed some mulled wine in candlelight.

Once again, I am grateful for everything. We had a wonderful christmas!

I received so many gifts! Books, mittens, a calender to hang on the wall, an antique kitchenscale, dotted lacecurtain...THANK YOU!

Today, on christmasday, we again had a loooooong breakfast, then we snoozed for a while. The sunny weather was so inviting so we got dressed and took a long walk.
We stopped for lunch at L's house and when we walked back to my house, we were surrounded by this magical light. Impossible to catch on camera, this is just a few hundred meters from my house.

After dinner L suggested we go to the movies to see The Hobbit. I live just around the corner from our local cinema. What an excellent movie for christmas-day, hih!

Now I shall read and sleep. I also need to finish off my christmas-gift for L. I had knitted a hat, which was ready for christmas. But the scarf needs another 10cm.

Enjoy! Love to all!

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

It´s time...

Last week, I manged to squeeze in a short trip to Helsinki on thursday evening, to meet up with my knitting ladies. There we sat, all together again, at cafe Fleuriste. Time always flies when we meet, so I hope to see you all soon again!

On friday I had friends over, we sat and chatted for hours on end. What joy it is to have a huge table to gather friends around. Oh my, I've forgotten to tell you, I found a 40's table at the fleamarket, a real bargain! Now we can be plenty at the table in my house!

I spent a mini-christmas with my parents on saturday, as my parents spend christmas with my brother and his family. They live approx 200km away from me. So we meet up before christmas and eat and spend time together.
Last night, me and L and hundreds of others, gathered at the church to hear the local choir perform christmas songs. A beautiful event. I sang with the choir last autumn, the idea was for me to be with them up until christmas and the annual christmas-concert. But I fell ill just before the consert and lost my voice! I would love to sing with them, I just don't have that time, and I am not known for doing things half-heartedly and now this year I have the renovation that takes up all my sparetime...but maybe one day...
I enjoyed last night so much. Thank you sooooo much for a beautiful night. L and me enjoyed mulled wined after and a certain someone baked gingerbread at midnight...

It's time. To THANK YOU for all your kind comments, your messages and your cards. It's time to wish you all a merry christmas.

Here is an alltime favorite, Louis Armstrong, Is that you Santa Claus? Enjoy!

Above is my christmas-bouquet. Red roses, red amaryllis, pine-branches, eucalyptus branch. I have since taking the pic, added a red anemone.

Friday, 19 December 2014

Holy smoke (part three)...

...there is an advent star.
I bought this one at Indiska. I love the colours. My friends are all drooling over this one, so here's some good news for ya, it's on discount right now...oh yes...but as I am not sponsored by the company I feel really silly to ask you all to head over to their dot com site;) But do if you want to grab a bargain.

One more morning and then this lady is on holiday.

I have received so many gifts, so many christmascards, so thank you all, you are spoiling this human!

Thursday, 18 December 2014

Holy smoke (part two)...

...there is a christmasflower-table!
The Amaryllis was on -50% sale at my local shop, so I decide to get two. Once I was at the checkout, I was told that I was only charged for one, as apparently I am very nice, hih! My favorite cashier <3 p="">
But, the flowers on the table keep increasing because I cannot stop folding Kusudama-flowers;)

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Holy smoke...

...there is a christmastree!

Tuesday, 16 December 2014


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


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.