Update

Sleepy, happy, pretty 18

At Christmas I always intend to work on parcels - but they are always too many. Birthdays are perfect that way - one person, not so many packages.

Yes, I did it.

Car still not running but since this pic was taken it's been moved to a workshop. Transportation still a question of muscle labour.

Today is a mix of cheched in different browns. And a yellow top.

About the green little fabric basket from previous post, Paige, yes, I made it from old fabrics, torn or cut in pieces. Crochet needle used is the biggest there is, I think. Fast and fun!

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).

Mussels and tomatoes - and a little hair.

Jag har läst de råd som ni lämnat - precis samma invändningar och resonemang som jag själv har... Tack för er välvilja. Jag har i alla fall inte klippt mig idag som ni ser. Oftast handlar det nog om att man vet att en förändring skänker energi och ett slags nyhetens behag. Efter ett par veckor är det ju gammalt igen och då brukar i alla fall jag ångra mig. Detta vet jag och ändå funderar jag över om inte allt skulle bli väldigt annorlunda om jag klippte mig.
I've read the advice you've given - exactly the same objections and reasoning I keep myself... Thanks for your good will. At least I haven't cut it today as you can see. Mostly I think it's about the energy and charm of novelty that a change brings. After a few weeks it's old again and then I know I will have second thoughts. This I know and still I wonder if everything wouldn't be terribly different if I cut my hair. Resterna av vår fredagstradition, Helyllemannen och jag äter färsk pasta och vinkokta musslor. Ett minimum av ansträngning och maximum av njutning och smak. Ingen av barnen äter skaldjur, tyvärr. The remains of our Friday tradition, Mr Helylle and me have fresh pasta and wine boiled mussels. A minimum of effort and a maximum of pleasure and taste. None of the children eat sea food, unfortunately.
Skörden pågår. Tomaterna är helt magiska. De gröna mognar i fönstret. Harvest still. The tomatoes are totally magic. The green ones ripen on a window sill.
Förberedelser för hösten. Preparations for autumn.