The October mood board

01. I fell in love with this pattern from Ulrika Gustafsson’s collab with Hemtex. 02. A chandelier made of rönnbär [rowan berries]. I think I might have to make one for our kitchen table. 03. I’ve been organising our kitchen cabinets this week and wonder how functional glass jars would be; I have a few that I refill regularly, however, the whole bag/package never fits ...

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Three books

I looked down in my basket. Four small Wedgewood Avon cottage dessert bowls, in the deepest shade of blue. A white casserole with a thin blue border and ceramic cracked slightly enough to tell the wonderful story of dinners at an old pine table. An aluminium springform tin, with an opening mechanism I had never seen before; remind me to show you someday. The Phoenix ...

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A special Christmas surprise

I’m writing this on the first day of winter as defined by the astronomical calendar. In my heart, though, winter started early morning, on the second of November. That day, we walked through the old town; snow on the ground, snow twirling down, snow on the roofs. We were completely alone and really, I couldn’t not believe the beauty before my eyes. Today, a little ...

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Kalkbruket

We passed by this abandoned lime kiln on our way back from Åsen, and I had to stop the car. We parked by the small house across the road. We walked around the beautifully-decayed factory and right then, an almost-alternate reality opened in front of our eyes. It was breathtaking. Perhaps you don’t know, but I’m fascinated with industrial buildings, especially those that have been ...

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A life-changing way to scan watercolours

This afternoon, I started gathering things I want to bring with us to Åsen (two more days!!). A film camera, and many rolls of my favourite film – Kodak Ektar in case you’re wondering, two bags of stone-ground flour, a glazed ceramic tray, watercolours and brushes. And in the center of the block of cold-pressed paper, I found these illustrations I made two summers or ...

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Les abricots

Yesterday, we found a basket on our fence. The third this week. It’s made of osier and hung by a metal hook. Inside, we could see apricots. And at times, cherries. Most of the fruits have been eaten already. Fresh, torn in halves, with their juices running on our fingers. Really, why mess with perfection? But we have still a few kilograms of apricots left. ...

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