At the beginning of summer I read a lot of books. I still read books but not at the same speed. One of the books I read was this, a feel-good novel, and its three sequels. This book was set as the first in the series, but written third, which was quite good to know when you read them. They are really feel-good, perfect for what I needed back in May (and perhaps after that as well). It’s love and friendship and completely unrealistic events, but who cares? The main character starts wandering the country to find herself and along the way she finds love, she finds sorrow and happiness and new friends and lots and lots of antiques. The following books are the same except she doesn’t wander the roads anymore. It’s like a teenage series about a whimsical girl but for grown-ups. I liked it a lot despite the more fantastic parts.
In the latter books they eat a lot of buns, namely Rimbobullar. They ate them so frequently that I started craving them. But, while I could read quite a lot in May it was simply impossible to bake and that meant no buns for me. Then, as it happened, my wonderful mother got the idea of making, yes, of all things the decided to make Rimbobullar. I hadn’t talked about them or anything, we just both had the same thought at the same time. We had them for Midsummer and they are simply amazing. I’ve had them before but I had forgotten about it and this was a delicious reminder. I completely understand why they keep eating them in the books.
When I re-read the books, which I will do eventually, I will make sure to have Rimbobullar close by. It’s required.
This evening I was at a so called “author conversation”, a panel with the author Johannes Anuyru and the artist Silvana Imam. I have mentioned before how much I love her music and earlier this year she released a book with lots of pictures and lyrics and her own thoughts on things. As usual when I meet someone who I admire I could barely keep it together and giggled a lot (I’m adorable that way), I’m not a cool person in the slightest, but it was fine, I wasn’t even embarassed (I was when I met Jack Halberstam in 2013 but then I also completely lost it, today I was much more composed). Silvana’s music has helped me on many levels, both personally and professionally. (I mean, who would not feel powerful while walking with Silana tunes in the earphones?) Lately I felt like I’ve lost my way a bit, professionally, like my way isn’t good enough. Tonight got me back on track again. What I do IS good, no matter what people might say. I’ll believe in myself and always keep Silvana in mind, then everything will be okay.
I got my first journal when I was six years old. My mum gave it to me and it had a teddy bear on the cover and a small lock with a heart on it and half of the pages were pink and the other half was blue. I wrote in it occasionally until I finished it when I was about eleven. Over the years I have finished a lot of journals. I’m not an everyday writer, more of a period writer. I get a period where I write quite a lot and then it can go months or years between “posts”. I wrote the most when I lived abroad for a year but I think that was related to not having a TV and therefore being a bit bored
I like the idea of being able to look back and remember what I’ve done but I find it utterly embarassing to read my own thoughts on a specific matter years after. I simply don’t want to re-live bad moments or sad thoughts (and let’s face it, it’s easier to write in a journal when you are feeling blue). Sure, I could just not re-read it but why keep a journal if not to get back to entries later on? Then I could just write things down and then throw it away but what’s the fun in that? Therefore the blog is such a great format. It has been more or less active for more than six years so far, and that is some kind of journal. It gives me what I want, an idea of what has happened, without the things I don’t like.
Lately I’ve also started a “One line a day” journal where I write something brief every day, mostly to remember Me Made’s first years later on. I lasts for five years and I can do what I like, compare from year to year what I did on a specific day. I think this might be my thing!
This fall is golden! All the leaves and the sun at everything is just gold colored. The river is peaceful and can’t you just see Rat and Mole from The Wind in the Willows pottering about and making their home ready for winter all the while Toad is driving past them in his motorcar? I imagine this is not far from how they live. There is just something very poetic about it all, the fall, the river and The Wind in the Willows.
Gold could perhaps be the color of this fall but I don’t know. There is no call of the color, so to speak. There wasn’t last year either and it seems I didn’t even notice. I was feeling queezy most of last fall though and felt like I was always going head-wind on my bike in a hurry, which is pretty accurate. There simply was no time for a fall color. This year I at least notice that there is so fall color yet but that doesn’t change the fact that there is no fall color yet. It could be light purple, I’m wearing quite a lot of that, but that’s not it. It could be golden though. I still have to marinate the thought a bit first though.
It’s no secret that the stash is growing out of its designated place. I have yarn in the freezer, on the living room floor and in baskets. Yesterday I looked through one of the baskets and found not one, not two but four sock kits from last spring. They felt like they belong together, all of them, and I realize that probably won’t remember which solid goes with which varigated if I just try to press them into the overflowing stash. Therefore I put them in a project bag, all of them, and I trust the blog to help me remembering which project bag and which balls that are paired up. This made that particular basket a little less full and I have control of at least these sock kits. Baby steps, baby steps.
It seems I had a bit of a blue period last spring.
Yesterday me and my family were at the biological museum. Me Made wasn’t very impressed but seven year old F was more interested. We got to see animals and birds and look at their different habitats but the coolest thing was that we got to color yarn with mushrooms. We could choose between purple, yellow and gray. I’ve probably talked about this before so there should be no surprise that I’m a bit sceptical when it comes to plant dying. I’ve seen what people have made and although it can be very nice it’s just not my color palet. I like vibrant colors and I’ve yet to see plant dyed yarn in vibrant colors. Also, I don’t like to get my hands dirty and I’m sure plant dying includes some messyness.
Therefore this visit was a great opportunity to see how it’s done without getting my hands dirty. We got some excellent help at the museum and at least I had the making of the yarn ball down (playing with yarn every single day needs to brush off somehow). Then we left for half an hour and when we got back, the mushrooms had done their job and the dying was done. I had chosen yellow, F chose purple and her mother also chose yellow. F had done her yarn ball in different types of yarn (no ball bands so I have no idea what types) and it was interesting to see how the color came out differently on different yarn. My own ball became a sort of ochre and that’ fine. I have no idea if I would ever wear anything in ochre but it was fun to see nontheless. Maybe I could make a hat and put the yarn ball on top. My first (and probably only) plant dying experience.
My crochet has been neglected a while now (well, since I haven’t been able to knit much I obviously haven’t crocheted either) but the other day I unexpectedly got some time left and I could do a few rows. It’s still fun and the shawl I’m making is turning out better than I anticipated. Also, I really like working with the yarn. The only thing I don’t like is the yarn balls. These kinds just keep falling apart and it’s annoying. For this project though, I’ll just have to get over that, I guess.
It’s fall and it’s beautiful. It’s leaves and colors and sunsets. It’s school bags and new note books and pens and books. It’s work and preparations and new beginnings. It’s too much and not enough time. It’s development and excitement over every new little thing and it’s a lovely journey. And there is pretty much no knitting at all.
In the end of the summer I decided to join a yarn club. Sure, I’m already in one, my MKAL yarn club that I’ve been a member of for several years by now, where I get a package four times a year with supplies to make a mystery knit along shawl. I like that yarn club. This one is different though. This is a monthly yarn club, where I get a skein of yarn once every month for the next six months. There is somethin different every month and there is no designated design going with it. It’s simply a skein of yarn. Or is it?
Today I got the first package and I love it. It’s perhaps not as fancy as my other yarn club, it’s a brown paper package, a skein of yarn, a card, a soap and a tea bag and still I find it charming. The yarn was in a purple-pinkish shade, the soap is lavender flavored and the tea is a realiable one. There is no strings attached (pun intended) and I can do whatever I want with the yarn. (Sure, technically I can do whatever I want with the yarn from the other club as well but since there is a designated design I have a hard time going rogue.)
The best part of the package (besides the yarn itself), was a pretty card and a letter where the dyers explained the thoughts behind the colorway. I found that utterly sweet. It made it all very personal and it’s not something you get very often, a chance to really understand the colorway. The more and more I get to know this yarn company, Eden Cottage Yarns, the more charmed I get. They have a well thought idea, they follow it, the yarn have lovely colors, it’s nice to work with and they are situated in the UK so I don’t have to wait too long for my packages to arrive. Now I just have to look forward to the day when I can actually cast on too.
I mentioned Christmas is coming and that I have already finished my Christmas socks (granted they are from last year, but does it realy matter?). I have actually finished two pairs of Christmas socks. These are a little more… intense than the last pair. They are more of a statement than just something to warm my feet.
These are heavy on the Christmas spirit. I feel like I need to be in a cabin in the woods, where it’s cold enough that a pair of knee high socks is needed. My place might be way too warm for these.
They were fun to make and turned out okay despite me not being super good at color work. Now we’ll just have to wish for lots of snow in December.
Pattern: Julsockan by Maja Karlsson. Yarn: Mellanraggi from Järbo Garn, colors 28211 and 28224. No mods.