söndag 4 januari 2009
An ordinary day in January 2009.
I like to cut hair, my own or other's. Luckily I have a very generous family of which I cut 50%. This Ylva who grew tired of her dreads.
Above our kitchen table. Jars and boxes with tea and coffee. The big one with a handle is for crisp bread, just similar to the one my grandparents had in their kitchen (supposed to hang on a wall but we'll never come around to that).