Wednesday, 29 October 2008

apple season

On Monday, it was such a gorgeous day so after having finished all the boring house tasks it was still only 2pm. So we got in the car and went to Hewitt´s farm in Kent to pick some apples. The air was so cool and crisp and the smell of apples so sweet. Alvar sitting like a little king on a throne, chomped his way through several varieties with gusto. Now our freezer and fridge is stocked up with apple sauce until next year. As the Swedish song goes...abundance in August, enjoy it in November. Or something like that. This is the point where we wish we had a larder (one with frilly things at the end of the shelves!) where we could store it alongside with our strawberry jam and tomato chutney. I am starting to view my parents cool cellar in a new light!

Sunday, 26 October 2008


a few autumnal images. Alvar in his Swedish outdoor gear (the picture is a bit fuzzy but its impossible to catch him standing still at the moment and also i love his expression in this photo),
a fat pumpkin from the alottment, a plump little mushroom in wet moss, and early morning mists in Sweden. And the last image is from my parents garden, which was overflowing with apples. The biggest harvest for a long time. I havent worked out how to turn the picture once they are uploaded. I will get there eventually...

Saturday, 25 October 2008


The boys in action. Alvar is making sure that the ladder is holding up.
They making bookshelves in our living room. Floating bookshelves. At the same time we are trying to decide about wallpaper and colour on the wall. We want something colourful on the chimneybreast and I am thinking something from the grey colour spectrum. This might take a while.

Thursday, 2 October 2008

Lotta in Swedish

Saw in my new issue of Lantliv that Lotta's fantastic book Simple Sewing is out in Swedish. I think I prefer the Swedish cover. (of course) The projects in the book are so beautiful and inspiring and actually look like they are easy to make. I am half way through the door stop.