tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38293743357857585302024-02-21T02:56:43.031+01:00Do good and be wellWe define our world by what we are and what we do. So do good and be well!Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.comBlogger202125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-32991367277095536872011-12-27T00:07:00.003+01:002011-12-27T00:12:28.912+01:00Bye bye......and see you soon, I hope, at my new blog <a href="http://somsmanen.blogspot.com/">Sömsmånen</a>. I'm leaving the brooding behind and start anew with things that might inspire you. Welcome!<div><br /></div><div>Sömsmånen will be in Swedish. I know that I'll feel more comfortable that way, or at least I think so. You know, you can always translate... Or get back to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sömsmånen is the Swedish word for "sewing allowance". Only in my language it's a combination of the words for <i>sewing</i> and <i>moon</i>. Pretty, huh?</div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-89741437146402806742011-12-05T11:44:00.003+01:002011-12-05T11:50:12.402+01:00You may have given up...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOwzVFlA8ppxtYiFLUnr41C38CChlbApYyzdfWAhzhJlXcp0pzPbkqli11aN9IGyScTFWUsU2rFkpHQfEV4vo1Rn6uL8Fe77K_OJOvwsQHGUtOH4lrNaKRC99ds2zeymJbxRDpNhGbVI/s1600/okt-nov+2011+027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOwzVFlA8ppxtYiFLUnr41C38CChlbApYyzdfWAhzhJlXcp0pzPbkqli11aN9IGyScTFWUsU2rFkpHQfEV4vo1Rn6uL8Fe77K_OJOvwsQHGUtOH4lrNaKRC99ds2zeymJbxRDpNhGbVI/s400/okt-nov+2011+027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682594289835160082" /></a><br />..or never have bothered at all. Here I go again.<div> Hoping that you all are well and that love is with you, in any form and any way. Quoting the great philosopher Burt Bacharach "that's the only thing there's just too little of ". </div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-91124501333987535882011-02-13T20:44:00.002+01:002011-02-13T20:51:56.683+01:00Heart Hjärta Corazon CoeurI had some trouble with embedding the clip from youtube in the previous post. The internet kept closing down as soon as I pasted the clip. So, anyway, I meant to say that I worry a lot but I recognise the growth that is taking place. And the liberation, and I so cherish that. I grow too, as a mum, having one of my children in another continent.<br />How are the words continent and incontinent related, I wonder?<br />Have a happy Valentine's day tomorrow, by the way!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573263827964627090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0IT1ZDYWPxuevN_BDoPRpiNZ9TV5zBL4nhQ9BPaB5oR_-r5nEnmyXDFXb2u2x9Sg7NInRHI2R9aMOm7wkIhXSb7JKR45u2LKUTB1dVpRE-61XezqjMdF1150GpNcYGZTKlEGad7bztrU/s400/011.JPG" />Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-88350266729882730192011-02-13T20:27:00.004+01:002011-02-13T20:44:36.115+01:00Down in Africa...<div>...is where my daughter's at. And my camera too. She's visiting Uganda with her school as part of a project concerning water supply and AIDS prevention. Yeah, serious stuff. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573258773939228370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEl141eXnuREdY-ceNE9h8BUGYmpxcOWUZPGYpW88aqLRdRpwj0E5Y10x0fmwmcAN6SlAPClnFHKW5lkta4DKWqkVB-tBoq3jH1sk34oWaW1EGlB2yj4useelzw0Fzkgg_-cAL7pjxh8M/s400/Ylva+ugaNDA" /></div><br /><br /><div>Here she's crossing the equator, the first in the family since her dad in 1964. Ylva is the tall girl in the back with sun glasses.</div><br /><div>I'm proud. And I do worry. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wmueY8N3Jrs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-88030686652610236152011-02-08T13:04:00.007+01:002011-02-08T13:23:06.536+01:00Reading<div><div><div>Gee, I almost fell off the chair - 8 comments and it's almost a year since I last posted! Then I realized Eleanor on her own made 3 comments ... But still! Thanks a million for the affection I feel from you all.<br /><br /><br /><div>This is a fantastic book, I just finished it:<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571289900293170514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO2CJDW-Bicn8CkNvBHPCP14mPDl3P3lQK3vUj8cWrfQIJMJ8ZPMheBRaV4JL7RlwrLgPX4SLxMKQw9n5CNlt1hGPWx3w9NQ_9phsk_ww8IokmmgfC8ULWMpJWdF0WLUKFqjIvrh1qc0U/s400/BookThief.jpg" border="0" />Or, actually, this is the book I read:</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571291044064492898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYpbiTSNTq-5gaK65WNLJUPiQO0m7tCBW4tcbS76rUMgh6Vg97BeON8IuwX90Pmjf2wLRQGTXwc6Vo-hELCtZVOboEwCHBf-Z9u1gRMGYTTa3mhKIFdHeiF2RpMCiN_9uSgPKaj56wBk/s400/zusak-markus-boktjuven.jpg" border="0" />I bet I'm the last one to read it so this is probably overkill - but read it!!<br /><br /><div>I also read this book since we last met:</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571292129275475250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSi0kLZh1uojq5jvGE8EBBV1NgHHAhGzhnSHq57rtJ7GfgfJkxqgZufO9tDggetLecaMjYO428ZeaIjMqmiUkYBjY2l0NsMSiXS-JMPe3eMYCfuuYYEXbaRF5mt4efW5nEvzGh5-mkZI/s400/stockett-kathryn-the-help.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>The Swedish title is - hold on - "Niceville". So weird you just don't get it. But read this one too. </div><div>Yes, I'm posting this so I can use pictures I didn't take myself. We still have a camera situation here. The one I use is actually on it's way to Uganda, Africa. More about that next time!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-77582899503046067842011-02-06T21:08:00.003+01:002011-02-06T21:44:27.349+01:00Ok, I've been gone......so long that I really don't expect anyone to visit any more. But - I often read your blogs (and yours too) and I feel kinda bad for sneaking around. It's like I don't allow myself to comment when I don't update my own posts. So. In order to feel better about myself and - most importantly - because I miss you all, I will post again.<br /><br /><br />I'm not going to try to explain why I stopped. Let's just leave it to the fact that I had a huge credability crisis on my own.<br /><br /><br />I'm much the same, though. Shorter hair. An invisibly wee bit older. Waiting for a new pair of intellectual (mid life crisis?) glasses to arrive. Picture from the optic store.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570674074837229810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiju1LyXIM7FNGOU2haYQ-4-70LYoSHvB67_dn9gNve_VQvCUwziRojYE2qXMSvFKWqqhRg6U-8A1NqugLzJlHSX9MV6CRJyu8n1oLAC6areoWkfHa6d_bEWaef2CqhcBItr0uloWhtyc/s400/2011-02-03%25252002_50_20_999%255B1%255D.png" /><br />Like most women in Sweden I have a full-time job. This has for a long time been a stressor to me. Not the hours as much as the identity it supposedly gives me. My job is not as creative as I would've wanted but this is, for many reasons the one I've got. I used to teach but I got a bit bored of the politics in education so I quit. That was a bit more creative than my current occupation, but that didn't help much.<br />This hasn't been a big problem but I've felt a bit limited because people seem to judge who you are from how you make your money. But suddenly last weekend in a conversation with friends, Johan said "but you don't have to answer a question about what you do with how you make your living. If someone ask you what you do, or what your work is, you are allowed to answer with 'poetry, changing the world, raising kids or travelling' or whatever you want". How true.<br />This has led me to phrase all sorts of interesting and true work that I do.<br />So I:<br />¤ make a difference - world improver<br />¤ raise four kids - improvisional artist as well as councellor of career and matters of the heart<br />¤ try to recycle as much as I can - environmental activist<br />¤ figure out at least one novel plot a day - visionary author<br />¤ have a nice and clear soprano voice - singer<br />¤ make my best dinners when there really isn't anything in the fridge - chef<br />¤ put textile items together - textile artist<br /><br />The list could go on. It's not hybris. It's a question af definition, more like "because I say so..."<br /><br />God. I've missed this. What do you do?Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-11872413164958297862010-04-05T18:28:00.002+02:002010-04-05T18:32:45.324+02:00Ever heard of Davy Crocket?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVITR-1UNQQa4jRyeVFiNUT3xFfSchZ5X8UBqjsU2UJtAFBfCZ4R3it8jlAtSmFNDbgmUGsMlcinmMv-9r9y3HKfZ-Z8vXy_7zI0ss0ig583EqOkMKinaPJ0qIWihE0w8gw-1nsNnlzo/s1600/002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456691448982108146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVITR-1UNQQa4jRyeVFiNUT3xFfSchZ5X8UBqjsU2UJtAFBfCZ4R3it8jlAtSmFNDbgmUGsMlcinmMv-9r9y3HKfZ-Z8vXy_7zI0ss0ig583EqOkMKinaPJ0qIWihE0w8gw-1nsNnlzo/s400/002.jpg" /></a> I spent today with my Mr Hellyle's sister and her family. And their cat.<br /><div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-8868226378582989092010-04-03T09:48:00.001+02:002010-04-03T10:07:57.226+02:00Happy Easter - Glad påsk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiCnAbMseAAHlnENZGIfP0dOQCisAX417vQs5ZT5AerHMLBBXMkfP-glSXsgPli90kgxdHTd284vqT7B9V4L6gAv_ChNoAKJUd_Vh7G42ujkEgb7tRy3HCHRqvh70Y2yAcLigyHdkiM4/s1600/022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455818959161161714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiCnAbMseAAHlnENZGIfP0dOQCisAX417vQs5ZT5AerHMLBBXMkfP-glSXsgPli90kgxdHTd284vqT7B9V4L6gAv_ChNoAKJUd_Vh7G42ujkEgb7tRy3HCHRqvh70Y2yAcLigyHdkiM4/s400/022.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZyNck0v8UyXkP5mr8EiOu_MokKgqfi-v2TlyDxQ2CzFXGsFOdcREcgEQTMy9cdaGa-Z3E7Ao9JiCRmy-hbM6i68xZMlddx7HwRtSYVV9dlR7AS1Ra6J7qEWgmtC_t_fvUJ-_PkQWLR0/s1600/021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455818953561425474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZyNck0v8UyXkP5mr8EiOu_MokKgqfi-v2TlyDxQ2CzFXGsFOdcREcgEQTMy9cdaGa-Z3E7Ao9JiCRmy-hbM6i68xZMlddx7HwRtSYVV9dlR7AS1Ra6J7qEWgmtC_t_fvUJ-_PkQWLR0/s400/021.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOzNx2ovTujQlHV4sMgko5RLz-9Xq8ghZZ3-VB7mZAZTbnrJMLDqC3w1n_1HHKrGruoOlxEr7x_iH1Am9UsAtax6HfTKmGfJoLARMr3e7HYeUSYyKo0vsv_pKJQnuvw9Q8jUaxHa2hDk/s1600/005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455818948497839650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOzNx2ovTujQlHV4sMgko5RLz-9Xq8ghZZ3-VB7mZAZTbnrJMLDqC3w1n_1HHKrGruoOlxEr7x_iH1Am9UsAtax6HfTKmGfJoLARMr3e7HYeUSYyKo0vsv_pKJQnuvw9Q8jUaxHa2hDk/s400/005.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJedTVb0diwuQQZv8bLgzTCK_aqXTSUC0xKhRjuU2Qup714pwLM1h-xdXBYJTxwEUgdjBTDbJYl7KKrqf6XduPhBbdGmhmZGcqVMI29UHg2trwOdvtS0kDIHA1k3aT5xxn7bqsVqWYdPA/s1600/003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455818942514201058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJedTVb0diwuQQZv8bLgzTCK_aqXTSUC0xKhRjuU2Qup714pwLM1h-xdXBYJTxwEUgdjBTDbJYl7KKrqf6XduPhBbdGmhmZGcqVMI29UHg2trwOdvtS0kDIHA1k3aT5xxn7bqsVqWYdPA/s400/003.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5tvNdyZnB3LVuySZCwy1n2vKjL2uAbDEUAAwS9rZaudzLytYQXs-DpxBqw2_AckBhud5RJzYsVq3-aJTmruBfOgC3lJGycvotrXKmmo0hj2UWD5BXorIydWLgyTFGy60ZTsVwYh8nOE/s1600/001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455818940065373362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5tvNdyZnB3LVuySZCwy1n2vKjL2uAbDEUAAwS9rZaudzLytYQXs-DpxBqw2_AckBhud5RJzYsVq3-aJTmruBfOgC3lJGycvotrXKmmo0hj2UWD5BXorIydWLgyTFGy60ZTsVwYh8nOE/s400/001.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-20443977602197378272010-03-31T17:51:00.004+02:002010-03-31T18:06:41.192+02:00La dolce vitaI'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.<br /><br />This is part of the view from the place:<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN2aFidNIRC1n7GHIU7zPyfYejHF5vYK_FeQ9gwTkF88UyGNsrmoXTCRUlCfdF3TokqGt4yTiqL49bco1wJcf3rfwB1s959NzQenHEyJeyjXo_hLr-FVDfYCe9RjBzUz9T7yFCFl7sAg/s1600/035.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454827344224856546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN2aFidNIRC1n7GHIU7zPyfYejHF5vYK_FeQ9gwTkF88UyGNsrmoXTCRUlCfdF3TokqGt4yTiqL49bco1wJcf3rfwB1s959NzQenHEyJeyjXo_hLr-FVDfYCe9RjBzUz9T7yFCFl7sAg/s400/035.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>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. </p><br /><p>And this is part of the interior.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx97ezlDYxKeMk5faUu2nDpLw-4CSihL4HBqh8Ht-YcYrIw4AvQAKGkFb_Tj2xeBFCuokguGC6zG45I1wyAej1nh3tPcka83MfRInu_lMRs1TyC4HqpKfsfZSTa8EkIzPv3YKW7LefX8/s1600/036.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454827351274611554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx97ezlDYxKeMk5faUu2nDpLw-4CSihL4HBqh8Ht-YcYrIw4AvQAKGkFb_Tj2xeBFCuokguGC6zG45I1wyAej1nh3tPcka83MfRInu_lMRs1TyC4HqpKfsfZSTa8EkIzPv3YKW7LefX8/s400/036.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>This is another kind of celebration;</p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaH3FpDWCDiLEXBAVenU_5cEVSJXT-_FkKWQasbk7FbhLrFs0OpFGm1lMY05PMC1AAOG5BNELppqqkiNHDtqsDDQiSd_CWFvMmaNbzVfH6yB-lv0Dxm9o0JVfyogXCGNXns00kQX7fYQ/s1600/039.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454828626320692770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaH3FpDWCDiLEXBAVenU_5cEVSJXT-_FkKWQasbk7FbhLrFs0OpFGm1lMY05PMC1AAOG5BNELppqqkiNHDtqsDDQiSd_CWFvMmaNbzVfH6yB-lv0Dxm9o0JVfyogXCGNXns00kQX7fYQ/s400/039.jpg" /></a> The snow is gone (nearly) and the creek is overflowing. And today as I went lunching with <a href="http://jeanetteshandmadestuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/sisterhood.html">Jeanette</a> I wore <a href="http://helylle-fotrat.blogspot.com/2010/02/walk-mile-in-my-shoes.html">these</a> boots. So spring is actually here - cheers!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-26655307328447033432010-03-23T21:18:00.004+01:002010-03-23T21:34:47.722+01:00Gggrrr - 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.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451929017158438674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHz4-UTgMoUxkQFWP2mLa3_uLI3BSVFSrDhRn-ow2zwZkFAJK51zKqe-5cNxTbalWRQijCtWfW8Ma1gLgxciI83qfpwuE_PukmKG53urT3rPl5vxJqCKuZFLoq2FYXBaijEB6DmOxsbUs/s400/009.JPG" />Therefore, an old picture. Isn't it amazing what a tan and a new set of eyes can do??Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-38286548930849543452010-03-08T18:38:00.005+01:002010-03-08T19:05:18.352+01:00I'll save the world. Check the last link...<span style="color:#ff6600;">I've been doing some spinning.</span> 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.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 418px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446320684859218402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizuXGDxN7HSg5DFTjv5YW6GnUGqPpdWvdaas1ESWmJfdAqEhFv5chY-UbCVCS4Y7saGO32xVibtHG9Piq6evgIoFVetYCjRM4GJR44LKDfv4tK3hC-BCpqqDlppfaAax-S_MuXTyFevvQ/s400/027.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYppg4vHRtzPXKkNdjnjNrRjqrqwgHR0xp2QOoW34bk1oNqTx3rxqUYftfVtKlO2SdJr0zaW73H4BHuOC4SyC6ISbF2dtMDgo-5jKC-QvYJZqddzF-PBO0yg7u9gxFyWWXaylinr4SU0Y/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446320681977183666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYppg4vHRtzPXKkNdjnjNrRjqrqwgHR0xp2QOoW34bk1oNqTx3rxqUYftfVtKlO2SdJr0zaW73H4BHuOC4SyC6ISbF2dtMDgo-5jKC-QvYJZqddzF-PBO0yg7u9gxFyWWXaylinr4SU0Y/s400/025.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"> This is why I need a spinning wheel.</span> Ni ser ju att jag behöver en spinnrock. </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446320667649434338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2bF74Bs3r9NnKPnzL9JbRHy5UgypB7xLF9Ay5lXlpkrfeBpKNNlOYeyKxzXxNJBq-epFrjyUfHIM-g0fh8UhDXSrg98mUBrGfnQ_zpsUCZjXXzm4DWnYVn4hs-8A6uyXtPQR_DvHedo/s400/002.JPG" /><br />Jag har sytt ett kollegieboksfodral av lite gammalt manchestertyg. Jag fick <a href="http://helylle-fotrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/australian-moment.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">idén</span></a> från <a href="http://petalplum.blogspot.com/">petalplum </a>men jag har långt kvar till hennes skicklighet. Och sen sydde jag på gamla virkade dukar.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5ttx0MA_Brjc0LIgFvWeMwusAUoL-Xa_8Pn_0czcmFcClg4WiQYGgiA_n8npR5jwyj00YHwo69wSQW4P1OX4t22KayBMdqudsCrF8IQVyJueHnK0AM8FYvy4eEO9GBxnhqpP-qMBQw8/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446320661462441362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5ttx0MA_Brjc0LIgFvWeMwusAUoL-Xa_8Pn_0czcmFcClg4WiQYGgiA_n8npR5jwyj00YHwo69wSQW4P1OX4t22KayBMdqudsCrF8IQVyJueHnK0AM8FYvy4eEO9GBxnhqpP-qMBQw8/s400/001.JPG" /></a> I've made a note book cover from som courderoy leftovers. I got the <a href="http://helylle-fotrat.blogspot.com/2009/02/australian-moment.html">idea</a> from <a href="http://petalplum.blogspot.com/">petalplum</a> but I'm far from her superb skill. And then I attached little crocheted what's-their-names on the front.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://www.tackfilm.se/?id=1268069604153RA67">Detta </a>är väl jättekul? Om inte helt nytt...</div><br /><div>Isn't this fun? Check <a href="http://www.tackfilm.se/?id=1268069604153RA67">me </a>out, the Swedish heroine...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-24063822167486462132010-03-05T20:40:00.001+01:002010-03-05T20:42:46.710+01:00Love and peace<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FWSk30Y9Qp8&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FWSk30Y9Qp8&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Let me wish you a peaceful weekend with the help of the divine Miss M - and the equally divine Mr Gabriel. Be well!<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmnDXRJ7btE&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmnDXRJ7btE&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-35896484260907284812010-03-03T20:58:00.004+01:002010-03-03T21:05:29.337+01:00A Swedish post about spinning wheels...Sorry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuX4Z84uQ0s6mFr5nnaKhA2kf98XwUnG0qqSdreYN1VMbkYR-QUcdXhC2HfidpcxbHS4CHNES55k3EDT_cUmc0BQkSHEsg1sQnQ9M_pxmR8fyM-vMfvZlPfrmMgErPetaNK94YayHeSs/s1600-h/spinnrock.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 325px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444500311157234738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuX4Z84uQ0s6mFr5nnaKhA2kf98XwUnG0qqSdreYN1VMbkYR-QUcdXhC2HfidpcxbHS4CHNES55k3EDT_cUmc0BQkSHEsg1sQnQ9M_pxmR8fyM-vMfvZlPfrmMgErPetaNK94YayHeSs/s400/spinnrock.jpg" /></a><br /><div>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?</div><div>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.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">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!</span></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-1323785023884386002010-03-03T20:00:00.003+01:002010-03-03T20:17:49.555+01:00Travailler- work - arbeta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiI5aTK2RDfAS7U0N1T6qq-6DnenLLovCsK72AwwrmCfvIP5SQ90ZBqctU0QdqSWB98pUUECITuFW0OaYzzMhhuW-Ius_2JO2UaxrTWjXO7bHt318cxzPMKc08M_rwEnXunggmFLLmylU/s1600-h/98-500_large1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444486374916319826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiI5aTK2RDfAS7U0N1T6qq-6DnenLLovCsK72AwwrmCfvIP5SQ90ZBqctU0QdqSWB98pUUECITuFW0OaYzzMhhuW-Ius_2JO2UaxrTWjXO7bHt318cxzPMKc08M_rwEnXunggmFLLmylU/s400/98-500_large1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>De här byxorna är franska och kommer från <a href="http://www.lelaboureur.se/main.php">La laboureur </a>(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...</div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">These pants are from the French </span><a href="http://www.lelaboureur.se/main.php"><span style="color:#993399;">La laboreur</span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"> (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...</span></div><div> </div><div>Jag föreställer mig att jag lätt skulle kunna mura ihop en fast utegrill i trädgården iförd ett par såna här byxor.</div><div> </div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-54555882141619977732010-03-01T18:55:00.006+01:002010-03-01T21:03:22.537+01:00Winter season - or do you believe in spring??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8IyYqpU9-QCdTg3hZeVb8xgvHTITgSlSuDgPOsPPxM_Pff8G20iz9hm_Ije8Fy3aZt2VIvcB_tZAkiNuj2PxDhprZEpjMqrFpcvo0YLgfoURpN3wS0dGWBlJTWQTVrAszcRHsDpyKaQ/s1600-h/099.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443755268593977426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8IyYqpU9-QCdTg3hZeVb8xgvHTITgSlSuDgPOsPPxM_Pff8G20iz9hm_Ije8Fy3aZt2VIvcB_tZAkiNuj2PxDhprZEpjMqrFpcvo0YLgfoURpN3wS0dGWBlJTWQTVrAszcRHsDpyKaQ/s400/099.JPG" /></a> Det är inte rimfrost i håret. Det är jag som har slutat färga det... <span style="color:#cc33cc;">That's not frost in my hair. I've quit dying it.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHiZJYtfBKVXo4i5Xhg-N5TwdWq45XR_ZhQeoo6htUOhf9GxEM7T-DYH-3Y8IZ5KK3O_rwQ9cIiIX1EBlZmh7S2FM4tcZh88AY7-rBEkgZKM1R9RYb4gJOiNz_WEbj1l0_ah58UfV5SE/s1600-h/079.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443755261430514978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHiZJYtfBKVXo4i5Xhg-N5TwdWq45XR_ZhQeoo6htUOhf9GxEM7T-DYH-3Y8IZ5KK3O_rwQ9cIiIX1EBlZmh7S2FM4tcZh88AY7-rBEkgZKM1R9RYb4gJOiNz_WEbj1l0_ah58UfV5SE/s400/079.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>En liten hälsning från landet. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><br />Nyttigt för alla att inte vara uppkopplade och att vara utan TV.<br /></div><div><span style="color:#993399;">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.<br /></span><br /></div><div><br /><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfzMiZqatynwlbnzNKnfNFzDzzLjUJj5ODNAsWAwA92GjxKJv826FqAdb3iu-XB4Z5XLvnSjSsh3KavJnIc6pE-DHE01YaMngFYbbO3nelWFOKEd9E3WfFSSf9-yPDB_fIoKE9JzX9L0/s1600-h/096.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443754150739132578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfzMiZqatynwlbnzNKnfNFzDzzLjUJj5ODNAsWAwA92GjxKJv826FqAdb3iu-XB4Z5XLvnSjSsh3KavJnIc6pE-DHE01YaMngFYbbO3nelWFOKEd9E3WfFSSf9-yPDB_fIoKE9JzX9L0/s400/096.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Det tog ett tag att skotta fram hus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkXrCkygljdjxn_Iiu3ReRZjBvAJdcIT2hAQbdUQSEIZSk9_nFAZdJAr8fYf4apiqdBPNYvqIDmsnWce8X38Mq_-IRdFNzMOpwpIHzizNuUq-J3L19Tba9s25QtZmVOMKN_OWlEoRTLc/s1600-h/070.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443754144202574818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkXrCkygljdjxn_Iiu3ReRZjBvAJdcIT2hAQbdUQSEIZSk9_nFAZdJAr8fYf4apiqdBPNYvqIDmsnWce8X38Mq_-IRdFNzMOpwpIHzizNuUq-J3L19Tba9s25QtZmVOMKN_OWlEoRTLc/s400/070.JPG" /></a>et... </div><div><span style="color:#993399;">It took a while to get through the snow to open the door.<br /></span><br /><br /><br />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!</div><div></div><div><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptjbmI2bB9jdInXl333JHskF_T05ndC9yjioNbaqZlFxbZAcy9-iIJghe3zhBDmwBpPk4UMNX_Of5jWjVvdDhSFPyKi7OnBp1tzqAWqh4Iofs2rqwNiQD0zceQdtQnbmn6AoOZV9F7LY/s1600-h/074.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443726280382437826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptjbmI2bB9jdInXl333JHskF_T05ndC9yjioNbaqZlFxbZAcy9-iIJghe3zhBDmwBpPk4UMNX_Of5jWjVvdDhSFPyKi7OnBp1tzqAWqh4Iofs2rqwNiQD0zceQdtQnbmn6AoOZV9F7LY/s400/074.JPG" /></a></div></div></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;">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! <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptjbmI2bB9jdInXl333JHskF_T05ndC9yjioNbaqZlFxbZAcy9-iIJghe3zhBDmwBpPk4UMNX_Of5jWjVvdDhSFPyKi7OnBp1tzqAWqh4Iofs2rqwNiQD0zceQdtQnbmn6AoOZV9F7LY/s1600-h/074.JPG"></a></div><br /></div></span><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptjbmI2bB9jdInXl333JHskF_T05ndC9yjioNbaqZlFxbZAcy9-iIJghe3zhBDmwBpPk4UMNX_Of5jWjVvdDhSFPyKi7OnBp1tzqAWqh4Iofs2rqwNiQD0zceQdtQnbmn6AoOZV9F7LY/s1600-h/074.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-54416750523518675012010-02-23T10:21:00.001+01:002010-02-23T10:24:59.210+01:00Holiday<span style="color:#cc33cc;">I'm off for a few days. Going skiing! Be well.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Nu tar jag skidsemester! Ha det bra.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-68210900634403568022010-02-19T17:48:00.003+01:002010-02-20T10:27:12.041+01:00Walk a mile in my shoes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JN7kZjN6DsuLSZ2v5zcTLAvL5RsIGsHIvqFmrJIjAYdpCvqCvtZd7rbGgxW4H9LGtYTV9cyOT0iPiXStUVeYve-pzzT3umNK9pxO3XVDIdf6JKnldhDFdt5LZmcPnfQpV3VYoNVREpo/s1600-h/073.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439997857985135122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JN7kZjN6DsuLSZ2v5zcTLAvL5RsIGsHIvqFmrJIjAYdpCvqCvtZd7rbGgxW4H9LGtYTV9cyOT0iPiXStUVeYve-pzzT3umNK9pxO3XVDIdf6JKnldhDFdt5LZmcPnfQpV3VYoNVREpo/s400/073.JPG" /></a> Dreaming of another season... Still, enjoying the first cool and white and looong winter we've had for years.<br /><br />Drömmer om annan årstid... Fast njuter ändå av vår första kalla, vita riktiga vinter på många år.Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-26963502070194729322010-02-18T20:05:00.002+01:002010-02-18T20:22:58.627+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJt0UcnIVdRGYldPO60lUPhMtzi12oKC86Rn2Mu1XGANisXQiTGRrSrOECWNgrkp6YyNWHYMPMqMy3L1xY3MCVJ2cFIO6sfr4R5SKZH38NywiCWnmo8tvnFtjZaSeAiYQl5tawa0iLnLw/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439662188448679154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJt0UcnIVdRGYldPO60lUPhMtzi12oKC86Rn2Mu1XGANisXQiTGRrSrOECWNgrkp6YyNWHYMPMqMy3L1xY3MCVJ2cFIO6sfr4R5SKZH38NywiCWnmo8tvnFtjZaSeAiYQl5tawa0iLnLw/s400/005.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I had a great evening with <a href="http://jeanetteshandmadestuff.blogspot.com/">Jeanette </a>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.</div><div> </div><div>Jag hade en toppenkväll med <a href="http://jeanetteshandmadestuff.blogspot.com/">Jeanette </a>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.</div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-58906184071338440622010-02-14T14:47:00.003+01:002010-02-14T14:59:16.732+01:00All hjärtans dag - Valentine's day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOFWkE4vcSMNUD2-dr7CxbO4_szpQS1YXuJwyeIsSOzj_fu2p2cLnuRzjGkAaZsvlZOPEBrh2KelEo3MxPz_Y8wX68p83MU4f4FP5Osn3n0dcEefQr1iflA9Nr6nBO9YgN1gre1s6n_s/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438096428950882498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOFWkE4vcSMNUD2-dr7CxbO4_szpQS1YXuJwyeIsSOzj_fu2p2cLnuRzjGkAaZsvlZOPEBrh2KelEo3MxPz_Y8wX68p83MU4f4FP5Osn3n0dcEefQr1iflA9Nr6nBO9YgN1gre1s6n_s/s400/010.JPG" /></a> 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.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhE5ikvna7uRMVmX8xLnmrJKMq_ZWXfEipv0KcnaAGYGnuCF45utWYH2zxxURKJNZ30QfBU8O286um6L_4nODvdHhqryLr504uzYNKTvteQsyi7wzViBJEi7ay7MKlWA2pxfOy_2v8K8/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438096417582210962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhE5ikvna7uRMVmX8xLnmrJKMq_ZWXfEipv0KcnaAGYGnuCF45utWYH2zxxURKJNZ30QfBU8O286um6L_4nODvdHhqryLr504uzYNKTvteQsyi7wzViBJEi7ay7MKlWA2pxfOy_2v8K8/s400/017.JPG" /></a> 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.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIXvyLa_1EWc4ZYKxDHp6K0zDAG_VW5zW2P4nVmgkI9_VRioZ5Dspx2RaLZfDo3Nk0tdSkBG4dHGFd8DDp7j6jnXTV6F2hnJOOiKzHUzC7116P9BQN3TFqSOaFeI1Lv4qNOQ33kOGSOI/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438096416573501730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIXvyLa_1EWc4ZYKxDHp6K0zDAG_VW5zW2P4nVmgkI9_VRioZ5Dspx2RaLZfDo3Nk0tdSkBG4dHGFd8DDp7j6jnXTV6F2hnJOOiKzHUzC7116P9BQN3TFqSOaFeI1Lv4qNOQ33kOGSOI/s400/014.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK89ISwUbF1LiuMZMOIc7RCUCeMsI_ll6AZXMwQi6GBM_kQ8CII5OS7MhboPrOlq-8jGSn5BHadel6tTNHfIo0CZeO3qZuDxH0iT5dx9XY65QXSR5nCKsv7qw4xu8YHQElGoktQqFSDwo/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438096409690740162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK89ISwUbF1LiuMZMOIc7RCUCeMsI_ll6AZXMwQi6GBM_kQ8CII5OS7MhboPrOlq-8jGSn5BHadel6tTNHfIo0CZeO3qZuDxH0iT5dx9XY65QXSR5nCKsv7qw4xu8YHQElGoktQqFSDwo/s400/012.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_XUdSKkAKYzkdRSdGeQ1iy7fDuIplancOGlGn7bCCgGZFfpadEgBjuIaaLgPsmC_mcKpZrpWOP3DIDKPF1tPD-x0bdkp2o2HeH9Bryo35sP4o-T3ZCkcaMYXaPf1gz5JBo7B_jZ9Dfc0/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438096400085346770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_XUdSKkAKYzkdRSdGeQ1iy7fDuIplancOGlGn7bCCgGZFfpadEgBjuIaaLgPsmC_mcKpZrpWOP3DIDKPF1tPD-x0bdkp2o2HeH9Bryo35sP4o-T3ZCkcaMYXaPf1gz5JBo7B_jZ9Dfc0/s400/011.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tdCwPEthB4kXaW5PH4uHZtxWkVjN-pxtN4mzPCQPlY_gYYXA9d5xv_WDW2T5nGh7QK1l8AQUHi3krdzfZPNeLKEmUi-kz9GaS4RW0TAVcZEMy6n9NFygvdPXZMZut3IN-XWRVvp7o0g/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438095830527932610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tdCwPEthB4kXaW5PH4uHZtxWkVjN-pxtN4mzPCQPlY_gYYXA9d5xv_WDW2T5nGh7QK1l8AQUHi3krdzfZPNeLKEmUi-kz9GaS4RW0TAVcZEMy6n9NFygvdPXZMZut3IN-XWRVvp7o0g/s400/009.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXA1dzOgr4z0WxUqDtKxOlhzxIEo87_zMf4pWBGuY6TQEMRdXLijIzhGHfLNqH3icYExu5CEfk9XVy1cz2Mb7z9PY5yl3VKugjBkjGZNZuQN9En97wmNMoT9iPlC57fNnrMzr-mnbJFQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438095807830595602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXA1dzOgr4z0WxUqDtKxOlhzxIEo87_zMf4pWBGuY6TQEMRdXLijIzhGHfLNqH3icYExu5CEfk9XVy1cz2Mb7z9PY5yl3VKugjBkjGZNZuQN9En97wmNMoT9iPlC57fNnrMzr-mnbJFQ/s400/006.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIYD1BBu-aBhoTmGpVZorGPU320NEdqgto9rifPYXFNQQ3ZciMwfjhdyBFFZUV4sT5mSVc5yasV-5MjbiOPb75aYVMf2jNAokBzFSRWzVRlKcWtogch6_h6IZaZFPt8ZpV_kyoJzl9C34/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438095793725415602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIYD1BBu-aBhoTmGpVZorGPU320NEdqgto9rifPYXFNQQ3ZciMwfjhdyBFFZUV4sT5mSVc5yasV-5MjbiOPb75aYVMf2jNAokBzFSRWzVRlKcWtogch6_h6IZaZFPt8ZpV_kyoJzl9C34/s400/001.JPG" /></a> All you need is love. And it, actually, is all around....<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-51232287160180760852010-02-13T10:38:00.006+01:002010-02-13T11:14:45.768+01:00LOVE<span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotjBLnnq39OYfNU4i8DgkVlg-Qu4rMJTnpWUbZeenwWqAqvPOr73mlKv9IOVUhYdeOxIJo822mVa47Y19sxdnUZgcm5h1jGCsCX_YU__kxWiHuqLzpem_3pdq9WBPboqywUrdHqWxm9c/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437668646676142594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotjBLnnq39OYfNU4i8DgkVlg-Qu4rMJTnpWUbZeenwWqAqvPOr73mlKv9IOVUhYdeOxIJo822mVa47Y19sxdnUZgcm5h1jGCsCX_YU__kxWiHuqLzpem_3pdq9WBPboqywUrdHqWxm9c/s400/068.JPG" /></a><br /><div>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. </div><div>She is yawning, discretely too.</div><div> </div><div>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.</div><div>Meeting continues. </div><div>Another buzz. Same strange numbers.</div><div>Meeting is over. Back to her office. </div><div>Oh, one new message. An unknown voice - in English..?</div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Hi, is this Anna? I like the sound of your voice on the answering machine. By the way, this is Eleanor..."</span></div><br /><br /><div>Woman (me) sits down on her chair - totally amazed, thrilled, bewildered and so, so filled with warmth.</div><div>Listens again. Yes, it's true.<a href="http://eleanorfromthecommentbox.blogspot.com/"> </a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><a href="http://eleanorfromthecommentbox.blogspot.com/">Eleanor </a>has called from Australia</span> one Wednesday evening, just to see if I'm OK and to let me know that she misses me.</div><div>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. </div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">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<span style="color:#33ff33;">.(What other non-crafter would go to a craft fair just to see how it works and meet people who do craft??)</span> Of course she called me. </span><span style="color:#000000;">Where the thought crossed my mind from time to time (especially with you, Mary from the Blue</span> Mountains, during the harsh times) I never got any further.</div><br /><br /><div>We chat - hurriedly, what is the cost of a call like this, will the accountants notice that I used the phone?? </div><br /><div>I swam in love all that day.</div><div>First I called the one person I knew would recognize the feeling, <a href="http://jeanetteshandmadestuff.blogspot.com/">Jeanette of Handmade</a>. 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...</div><br /><div>Anyway, this call made my day. And much more. </div><br /><br /><div>Love to you all. </div><br /><br /><div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-80409552385880662502009-11-27T20:39:00.002+01:002009-11-27T20:50:58.329+01:00Stuff that we do. Sånt som vi gör.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2w2sEZeavaF53gjCNFSEZLs7MdxTdBOwUBRFuNSX-Nsjn9W676cmZniuuhyEHUWpTwSRO_PhSN6K_AL3k51yE-vHYhf7Gi50gm5cOesVjoXmKVLZ0NJSKgy4rsIleCY4HkzPqfhyphenhyphenKGks/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408871851195855890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2w2sEZeavaF53gjCNFSEZLs7MdxTdBOwUBRFuNSX-Nsjn9W676cmZniuuhyEHUWpTwSRO_PhSN6K_AL3k51yE-vHYhf7Gi50gm5cOesVjoXmKVLZ0NJSKgy4rsIleCY4HkzPqfhyphenhyphenKGks/s400/017.JPG" /></a> Skriver till Bolibompa. Writing to the children's television.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY5gsUwVgw_YDass2xXAafux2SjbJw8tVPeYl4pYjNBdK7ngZJhFJ6EcQSmEq1ih0hnRGPV1-dbHaYwGcXIUwFxKrxKIlg9EYInhAiw1QpM3plmy0-hls5LuSgYVOji54z2t_Ogb5lOHk/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408871845616631634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY5gsUwVgw_YDass2xXAafux2SjbJw8tVPeYl4pYjNBdK7ngZJhFJ6EcQSmEq1ih0hnRGPV1-dbHaYwGcXIUwFxKrxKIlg9EYInhAiw1QpM3plmy0-hls5LuSgYVOji54z2t_Ogb5lOHk/s400/015.JPG" /></a> Tänjer på origamikonsten till det yttersta. Stretching the art of origami to the bounderies.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4AiICen669-Ps_fbL50eGb711PFs0_PfoJcdhsL4u8nXh0Yg4i8_eHKnh1HSHE3RTCOoeO8B8BrrTQeiGuqMKt50QXcVCqtB21RbutO0B8IS1NHh2vt9cpOjG5OtjhHgEh5bUD5lxQ4/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408871841309407506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4AiICen669-Ps_fbL50eGb711PFs0_PfoJcdhsL4u8nXh0Yg4i8_eHKnh1HSHE3RTCOoeO8B8BrrTQeiGuqMKt50QXcVCqtB21RbutO0B8IS1NHh2vt9cpOjG5OtjhHgEh5bUD5lxQ4/s400/002.JPG" /></a> Bygger koja. Building a house.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvh4xj0GoJLF4uM8p733MVKtM5BYXULTrJccsHqYNGkuhnDNAf-VRddC3u1S_3mBkYciVcJ1FxhECzyTNs-xpGcmIUxqL3Uzzt1FZe4M1wtyu5IHu35g4EFFuGqvvkpSIV24eSqhn4m8o/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408871836718088034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvh4xj0GoJLF4uM8p733MVKtM5BYXULTrJccsHqYNGkuhnDNAf-VRddC3u1S_3mBkYciVcJ1FxhECzyTNs-xpGcmIUxqL3Uzzt1FZe4M1wtyu5IHu35g4EFFuGqvvkpSIV24eSqhn4m8o/s400/026.JPG" /></a> Övar inför jullovets cirkusnummer. Kolla, kolla, det är min kortkofta i Norogarn, Kureyon. Bra att ha ifall vi åker på turné till Japan. Då blir de allt imponerade!<br />Practising circus acts for the upcoming Christmas holidays. Behold my short cardigan in Noro Kureyon. Good to have if we go on tour to Japan. That'll impress the Japanese!Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-17504556119016701152009-11-22T17:58:00.004+01:002009-11-22T20:20:42.995+01:00Black - Svart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBLWNnQh5LqP1QF6PSlfGjEkodj-X4q-lJ2xBQoW50e1mztoeu3MH1EBsLzx6kLr20wuiHzMs29NQ8bbas2Unm1Z1dWhkS2i9TcumQ6gKb5QGCtmqJC_GTqFyMx1FNOyZ8wJ6KAGmgXM/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406973652083670194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBLWNnQh5LqP1QF6PSlfGjEkodj-X4q-lJ2xBQoW50e1mztoeu3MH1EBsLzx6kLr20wuiHzMs29NQ8bbas2Unm1Z1dWhkS2i9TcumQ6gKb5QGCtmqJC_GTqFyMx1FNOyZ8wJ6KAGmgXM/s400/003.JPG" /></a> Jodå, jag har visst svart ibland. Det är en skön färg som slätar ut och inte ställer krav. Det var längesen jag la ut en helfigur, förresten.<br />Yes, I do wear black sometimes. It's a comfy colour that soothes and doesn't make demands. It was a long time ago since I posted a full figure photo, by the way.<br /><div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-71165081905309948092009-11-13T18:04:00.002+01:002009-11-13T18:18:43.092+01:00A walk by the sea - strandpromenad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8VfHia1eWsnUkOWjeW9ZdNq9sYSS1_LNRl-WuhjmtC-pFWpreX62kR35CAtDxgUZkIRzNSPJwtLTrtq-lc8_NEckV7DvcDxejtUF9dZRrf91MTdLDR3absfbliIKemNcHlfZN3gOER6A/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403636353095588626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8VfHia1eWsnUkOWjeW9ZdNq9sYSS1_LNRl-WuhjmtC-pFWpreX62kR35CAtDxgUZkIRzNSPJwtLTrtq-lc8_NEckV7DvcDxejtUF9dZRrf91MTdLDR3absfbliIKemNcHlfZN3gOER6A/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /></a> Skåne är antagligen som värst så här års, grått, disigt, blåsigt och eländigt. För mig som inte är född här innebär november en stor vånda - kommer det att bli kallt och vintrigt till advent?? Hoppas, hoppas. Fast man kan ju inte sitta inomhus ändå.<br />The southern part of Sweden, Skåne, is probably at it's worst this time of year, grey, misty, windy and miserable. For me, who's not from these parts originally, November is one long agony - will it be cold and wintry by advent?? Hoping desperately. No reason to stay indoors though.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixhTXKcDHSLUKuQZzYx-NUU0qc4TyYldtxVUxaHMUszhF5dPUVnxNVHqYf0wy0NHxOBkV9FrQkr4phEVcdbNmcVu_bc1Q2AwMJebDe1elRLmCGTW4S-dY-DDhLppsrYWE3_Utye5IgwAY/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403636349442755842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixhTXKcDHSLUKuQZzYx-NUU0qc4TyYldtxVUxaHMUszhF5dPUVnxNVHqYf0wy0NHxOBkV9FrQkr4phEVcdbNmcVu_bc1Q2AwMJebDe1elRLmCGTW4S-dY-DDhLppsrYWE3_Utye5IgwAY/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tänk er att gå ut med fiskebåt en sån här dag. Imaging going fishing a day like this.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMXlLH0GrcL97XsYTenHnMSyFnq-59tKuhOBjnqllAPlbTzBp54JGFw0FLjQTtbTdNXoaThAynDMhXS0pFTl5autOCv2dKgUgiBrMyCYQpKy9exdhdXN1TWHXbnrGLkmLKxfZBvbuMIU/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403636343415346178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMXlLH0GrcL97XsYTenHnMSyFnq-59tKuhOBjnqllAPlbTzBp54JGFw0FLjQTtbTdNXoaThAynDMhXS0pFTl5autOCv2dKgUgiBrMyCYQpKy9exdhdXN1TWHXbnrGLkmLKxfZBvbuMIU/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwzskD3XRjmpIn_l-Ix-oFcs2E8bStGAPXpSsATuiuJQIfS-zODs1-DgvCKq06AuUAxbiu5cPiWTJzOXdaM9V0pmjXLl6H0f8QT0OSU7cP9DhjD-ObfQi7_ZD8Hw6lpooVIkA91TaPsc/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403636337361356466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwzskD3XRjmpIn_l-Ix-oFcs2E8bStGAPXpSsATuiuJQIfS-zODs1-DgvCKq06AuUAxbiu5cPiWTJzOXdaM9V0pmjXLl6H0f8QT0OSU7cP9DhjD-ObfQi7_ZD8Hw6lpooVIkA91TaPsc/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /></a> Fjärran från sommarens turisthorder. Far from the tourist masses of summer.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-49838469970059534462009-11-08T18:41:00.002+01:002009-11-08T19:02:32.834+01:00What day is it for you?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnU1y0rdJxUFrLlMxKi0wf1wnnGyFhhkFxsubZ-ukfGWlhg2nCiQXFfMw30XrIDpNvdOpA0DtFRgjhyrkomnYCeI-H04lsjpxo8DvBWMpa-TJmzyT-9hRBHnNCmtvBukwvTQg6RIzJzHE/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401790670595044882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnU1y0rdJxUFrLlMxKi0wf1wnnGyFhhkFxsubZ-ukfGWlhg2nCiQXFfMw30XrIDpNvdOpA0DtFRgjhyrkomnYCeI-H04lsjpxo8DvBWMpa-TJmzyT-9hRBHnNCmtvBukwvTQg6RIzJzHE/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jag har inte haft huckle på länge men faktum är att det värmer gott när tmperaturen sjunker. Jag känner mig lite för gammal för att ha mössa inomhus. Ser ni att jag har clementiner hemma nu (i handen på bilden, faktiskt!)? Jag gnällde ju lite över det för ett tag sen.<br /><br />I haven't used a cloth in a long time but it's actually warming when the temperature is sinking. And I feel I'm too old to wear a cap indoors. See, I've got clementines at home (in my hand in the photo!). I was whining about that a few posts ago.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsODc6kFuK0mlPq_AYCx8QO-xMvmQt7w9BVsF0B5mFu8prUj8T3NllOXRam86NpoEmiZnfc4_tZzFWtfP9jeTWIIln7cQuEhpqRsV5HiLH9DnL3EuKA2qum_w9uwfAqX8F2BpXfOz1tr8/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401790667317287378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsODc6kFuK0mlPq_AYCx8QO-xMvmQt7w9BVsF0B5mFu8prUj8T3NllOXRam86NpoEmiZnfc4_tZzFWtfP9jeTWIIln7cQuEhpqRsV5HiLH9DnL3EuKA2qum_w9uwfAqX8F2BpXfOz1tr8/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jag har virkat lite på sista tiden. Detta är lingarn som har stärkts med trälim - för lite trälim visar det sig för den mjuknar lite.</div><div> </div><div>I've been crocheting a little lately. This is flaxen yarn that I starched with glue you use for wood - not enough glue it turns out because it's getting a little soft.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_NN0XoSiUKll4bXSYJ1JOV4Ma3nzfsd2bKpPe6-e9lWWzP_tps0PXAo5yOtRf52qFLfZYQtLPq2iJoZORopDyyK1RjA7qr9qunTDiCmJLOuGBG5aj6ay8K5A7FxM5LkHct6ISTxDsW0/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401790663156971890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_NN0XoSiUKll4bXSYJ1JOV4Ma3nzfsd2bKpPe6-e9lWWzP_tps0PXAo5yOtRf52qFLfZYQtLPq2iJoZORopDyyK1RjA7qr9qunTDiCmJLOuGBG5aj6ay8K5A7FxM5LkHct6ISTxDsW0/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jag stickar också så klart. En luvtröja till lillkillen. Det började som en väst men efter ett par dagar kom Olle på att han nog egentligen ville ha en "sån där väst med ärmar". En tröja. Sen kom jag på att det vore käckt med luva också. Vi får se. Jag har ju som vanligt inget mönster...<br /><br />Naturally I'm knitting too. A hooded sweater for the little man. It started out as a waistcoat but after a few days Olle found out that he really wanted "a waistcoat with arms". A sweater. And then I thought that a hood would be nice. We'll see. As ususal I have no description.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZ9On2z8Q4x2bzDIBoFeQq7w4yR_K-GoVt_PcFAajBnFamUoM-wMGsjhD3wWPX0fV4bT2rSu9GS5_lwPnijC_Fv5ynnpdJjORrq6WY_2JiblJyXl076aMngCW0F6rwsXYwjSDHudvKkc/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401790655626662946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZ9On2z8Q4x2bzDIBoFeQq7w4yR_K-GoVt_PcFAajBnFamUoM-wMGsjhD3wWPX0fV4bT2rSu9GS5_lwPnijC_Fv5ynnpdJjORrq6WY_2JiblJyXl076aMngCW0F6rwsXYwjSDHudvKkc/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Vad är det för dag? Skriva-snyggt-dagen för den lille sonen.</div><div>What day is it? It's well-writing-day for the little son. But actually it's Father's day over here.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829374335785758530.post-36838989815877956592009-11-07T18:52:00.005+01:002009-11-07T19:38:12.048+01:00Smash-and-grab.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivMHK511mZsAzsX8F1U8fNACE4vKXskHpFLG_7pqxJyoS6OhLBdPWDEnfLcxpESFM_MHgB3AVraGXc-9uDvImfL-24AfIZNiZCqwhEe7YaOGtlXrRhZ2wfFcTcujMLiW1ebkpV5K5o8YM/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401421953546016274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivMHK511mZsAzsX8F1U8fNACE4vKXskHpFLG_7pqxJyoS6OhLBdPWDEnfLcxpESFM_MHgB3AVraGXc-9uDvImfL-24AfIZNiZCqwhEe7YaOGtlXrRhZ2wfFcTcujMLiW1ebkpV5K5o8YM/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kommer ni ihåg den underbara väskan jag fick av min mamma i påskpresent? Den finns inte mer. Inte hos mig i alla fall. I går eftermiddag medan jag var inne i ett konditori för att köpa Gustav Adolfsbakelser (gissa om jag ångrar mig!!) slog någon sönder bilrutan och nappade åt sig väskan och min jobbryggsäck. Nu saknar jag mina jobbpapper, skinnhandskar, nystickad mohairsjal, min kalender - arrrgh- min sminkväska och... jag vet faktiskt inte riktigt, jag kommer hela tiden på småsaker, extranyckeln till mamma, ett par guldörhängen i sminkväskan som jag skulle lämna in på lagning. Suck. Fast idag fnissar jag lite åt den kvinnliga polisen som sa att kvinnor alltid underskattar värdet på det de har i sminkväskan. Det stämmer nog.<br /><br />I was robbed yesterday , someone smashed the car window and stole my shoulderbag - the one I got from my Mother last Easter - and all my work papers and calender. And all my make up. I keep remembering things I had in my bag, like the golden earrings I was going to hand in for repair. I was only away for a few minutes and I parked in a quiet street . Sigh.<br />Today I was giggling a little (a little, mind you) over the police woman who said women always underestimate the value of their make-up. Probably true.Sömsmånenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.com9