Ever heard of Davy Crocket?

I spent today with my Mr Hellyle's sister and her family. And their cat.

Happy Easter - Glad påsk

La dolce vita

I've been celebrating my brother's 50th birthday. He is the successful one in our family so the party was held at a fancy spa on the west coast. With photo restrictions which I find very appropriate. I would not like to think I'mk in somebody's blog or family album - wearing a swim suit and a funny face.

This is part of the view from the place:

I can't believe people actually go sailing in conditons like these, 4 degrees C in the water and 3 degrees C in the air - and a brisk west wind.

And this is part of the interior.

This is another kind of celebration;

The snow is gone (nearly) and the creek is overflowing. And today as I went lunching with Jeanette I wore these boots. So spring is actually here - cheers!

Gggrrr - self control...

Do you remember? A very sweet daughter, whom I love very very much and would do anything to see smile, dropped my camera in a lake one sunny summer day 2008 and it affected my blogging severly. Last Friday bad luck struck again - the camera is broken in the same pair of hands. Unintentially, I know, but still...broken.

Therefore, an old picture. Isn't it amazing what a tan and a new set of eyes can do??

I'll save the world. Check the last link...

I've been doing some spinning. Jag har spunnit lite, 3 hg garn hänger på utvridning i tvättstugan. När man har entyrådigt garn beter det sig ibland som en telefonsladd (minns ni?) så man kan behöva räta ut i härvaor med tyngder på.

This is why I need a spinning wheel. Ni ser ju att jag behöver en spinnrock.

Jag har sytt ett kollegieboksfodral av lite gammalt manchestertyg. Jag fick idén från petalplum men jag har långt kvar till hennes skicklighet. Och sen sydde jag på gamla virkade dukar.

I've made a note book cover from som courderoy leftovers. I got the idea from petalplum but I'm far from her superb skill. And then I attached little crocheted what's-their-names on the front.

Detta är väl jättekul? Om inte helt nytt...

Isn't this fun? Check me out, the Swedish heroine...

Love and peace

Let me wish you a peaceful weekend with the help of the divine Miss M - and the equally divine Mr Gabriel. Be well!

A Swedish post about spinning wheels...Sorry

Finns det någon därute som vet hur man kommer över en fungerande spinnrock? Några tips? Vad ska man titta efter? Hur känner man igen en bra spinnrock?

Detta är alltså inte min spinnrock, men jag drömmer. Kanske har du en i garaget som bara ger dåligt samvete.? Jag vill inte lägga pengar på en ny. Det är så mycket roligare med en som varit med ett tag, eller hur.

Sorry, friends, I'm asking my fellow country women for guidance in finding a good spinning wheel. Feel free to contribute with your experiences and expertise!

Travailler- work - arbeta

De här byxorna är franska och kommer från La laboureur (Arbetaren/hantverkaren). Jag tycker de är urfina. De har hur mycket genuina kläder som helst. Som vanligt är min inneboende känsla för kvalitet och estetik inte synkad med mina ekonomiska förutsättningar...

These pants are from the French La laboreur (the Worker/craftsman). I think they're terrific. This website is in Swedish but I'm pretty sure you can google them easily. As always, my innate sense of quality and style is not synchronized with my economical standard...

Jag föreställer mig att jag lätt skulle kunna mura ihop en fast utegrill i trädgården iförd ett par såna här byxor.

Winter season - or do you believe in spring??

Det är inte rimfrost i håret. Det är jag som har slutat färga det... That's not frost in my hair. I've quit dying it.

En liten hälsning från landet.

Underbart att kunna gå på tur bara 10 mil hemifrån. Vi hade det toppenbra, eldade brasa, stickade (mest jag...), läste och lyssnade på OS på radion. Semester, kort sagt.



Nyttigt för alla att inte vara uppkopplade och att vara utan TV.

We had a great time. Sat by the open fire place, knitting (that'd be me..) reading and listening to the Olympic games on the radio. Good for everyone not to be online and to be without the TV.

Det tog ett tag att skotta fram huset...

It took a while to get through the snow to open the door.



När vi väl kom in första dagen var det bara 4 grader inomhus så Olle åt korv och makaroner i pappas dunjacka. Stoja tyckte det var för kallt att ligga ner!

Once we got in the first day it was only 4 degrees Celsius inside. Olle had his macaronis and sausage in dad's down jacket. Stoja thought it too cold to lie down!

Holiday

I'm off for a few days. Going skiing! Be well.

Nu tar jag skidsemester! Ha det bra.

Walk a mile in my shoes

Dreaming of another season... Still, enjoying the first cool and white and looong winter we've had for years.

Drömmer om annan årstid... Fast njuter ändå av vår första kalla, vita riktiga vinter på många år.

I had a great evening with Jeanette and the girls. Food, wine, knitting and talking. Plus the unexpectedness of the electricity going out and leaving us in the soft lights of candles and the shouting between Mr Helylle and daughters checking what rooms possibly still had lights on. The electricity guy came and quickly discovered the fault. He had the goodness to pretend the error was outside and not in the house, which saved us 3000:- ($400, 439A$, €295). Talk about right man at the job, at least from our perspective.

Jag hade en toppenkväll med Jeanette och de andra tjejerna. Mat, vin, stickning och prat. Plus det oväntade strömavbrottet som lät oss sitta i det milda stearinljuset endast avbrutna av hojtandet mellan Herr Helylle och döttrarna som sprang runt i huset och kollade vilka lampor som fortfarande lyste. Elkillen kom och upptäckte snabbt felet. Han hade godheten att låtsas att felet inte låg hos oss men utanför huset vilket besparade oss 3000:-. Snacka om att ha rätt kille på rätt plats, i alla fall ur vår synvinkel.

All hjärtans dag - Valentine's day

I gave myself a theme. Hearts, naturally. I had a hard time finding then around my house, till I entered my youngest daughter's room. Abundance. Not all photos taken there, though.

Jag gav mig själv ett tema. Hjärtan, så klart. Jag hade lite svårt att hitta dem runtom i huset, tills jag kom till yngsta dotterns rum. Överflöd. Fast alla bilder är inte tagna där.

All you need is love. And it, actually, is all around....

LOVE

A woman sits in a meeting, listening to smart people's thoughts about the nearest furure depending on greater or smaller fundings. Her mobile is on buzz so she can peek at it discretely to see if anyone from the outside world needs her.

She is yawning, discretely too.

Suddenly a buzz from the phone. She frowns, that's the longest serie of digits she has ever seen. Obviously there's something wrong with the phone.

Meeting continues.

Another buzz. Same strange numbers.

Meeting is over. Back to her office.

Oh, one new message. An unknown voice - in English..?

"Hi, is this Anna? I like the sound of your voice on the answering machine. By the way, this is Eleanor..."

Woman (me) sits down on her chair - totally amazed, thrilled, bewildered and so, so filled with warmth.

Listens again. Yes, it's true. Eleanor has called from Australia one Wednesday evening, just to see if I'm OK and to let me know that she misses me.

I call back at once. First a strange noice and disconnection, Yeah, most likely the company phone won't allow loooong distance calls. Naturally I try again. Another kind of signal and suddenly a young, kind voice answers and I ask "Is this Eleanor?" "Ooooh, Mum!!!" Noises and then, there she is.

A wonderful woman who you all know to have a heart that knows no boundaries. With the greatest concern for others, combined with a warm curiosity for all sorts of things and all sorts of people.(What other non-crafter would go to a craft fair just to see how it works and meet people who do craft??) Of course she called me. Where the thought crossed my mind from time to time (especially with you, Mary from the Blue Mountains, during the harsh times) I never got any further.

We chat - hurriedly, what is the cost of a call like this, will the accountants notice that I used the phone??

I swam in love all that day.

First I called the one person I knew would recognize the feeling, Jeanette of Handmade. Then I called home and learned that Eleanor had talked to Siri, 19 too. Siri was equally thrilled and know wants to go to Australia instead of somewhere closer...

Anyway, this call made my day. And much more.

Love to you all.