Last Thursday was a very important day. The creative blogger of
Handmade, Jeanette opened her exhibition here in Malmö, showing felt art and photos and paper work. like the invitation said; multi media. It was marvellous!
Here a close up of a felted piece with embroidery, pearls and photo. Go over to
Jeanette's blog for some quality pics, this is not doing her work justice.
Young Miss Handmade and a gigantic work in paper and tin.
A wall of photos and Master Helylle. Not an enthusiastic visitor as this particular Thursday was the first warm and sunny day of spring so far. He had a zillion better alternative ways of spending a few hours of leisure...
And the lovely artist herself. Wearing a felted cape which she, and I quote "felted last night because I realized I had to wear something home made of felt as a felting artist".
It really was awesome to see this work, all at once. I'm so impressed!
Guess what? I made a dress. My sewing machine is back from hospital and purring like a very happy cat.
Moa and I got in the car. Our destination was Ystad, a small town 60 km from Malmö. If you've read the crime novels about, or seen chief inspector Wallander in the film by Kenneth Branagh, you're quite familiar with the place. 
Driving safely through rush-hour Malmö and still smiling! A good thing about driving with a teenager in the car is that no one can get out or rush off to do something else. If the timing is right you can get a loong chat about things that go on in each other's lives. We had that kind of ride.
Passing through a quiet village as the sun slowly set.
We arrived just in time to pick up our tickets to the baroque opera "King Arthur" by Henry Purcell. Siri's school was performing and we were the proud supporting team of the most talented cellist - and the only cello player!
We also took the time to pose in front of the mirror. The theatre is from 1894 and everything is kept in original style. (I knew that dress was showing a little too much...)
Baroque opera is a bit different from opera in general, I dare say. They repeat everything a hundred times - which is a good thing if it's a catchy tune. Otherwise it can be percieved as slightly sedating.
A harvesting party. Waiting for King Arthur. (He never turns up, not in this setting anyway.)
In the end Britannia turns up, calls for St George and blesses the most bountiful island in the world. Or something like that.
All students were amazing. Some, no doubt, are looking at professional careers as singers. And cello players, perhaps? Siri to the right, about to take a bow.
It was a magic night outdoors too, sweet scents from the gardens, soft pink skies, pleasant temperature (a cardigan was enough), old pretty houses and a pale moon crescent, vaguely visible in the early summer night.
And then one mum had made so much apple pie, they all got a piece!
Me. Waiting for my very compulsary cup of evening rooibos tea to get ready. Of course, it's not really tea, it's weed from Africa to the puritan mind.
...and you must - like I do - adore my new shoulder bag! My mother gave it to me for Easter gift. No, we don't usually give presents at Easter, but I think she felt I needed something unnecessary and beautiful.
Things could be better around here. I won't - or can't - go into details, but I'm OK. My husband is not. Those of you who followed Blue Mountains Mary know something about the concept.
...put it in the washing machine and out came this tiny little purse. With a cute button, at least. But it's too small. 
