Well it's Monday again my dears. Here's hoping the new week will be a splendid one. The words and pictures in today's post are two separate stories running parallel. I've gotten out of the habit of taking photos so I'm gonna tell you one thing and show you another. If that ain't love it will have to do, until the real thing comes along...yes, yes.
Yesterday was Sunday and with the aid of
Evert Taube tunes I managed to get up half-early swelling with
ex pat cheerfulness. Since time was of the essence I decided to plait my hair instead of washing it and got dressed in two seconds. The idea was to quickly get across town and do some volunteer work at the Swedish Christmas Fair.
This plan got dampened (literally) by floods from an evil rain storm that came through my bad bad window panes. Not a great scenario for pride and cheerfulness but thankfully the storm quietened down and eventually I could stop mopping up water puddles with all the rags in the house. Anyhoo, since I made it to the fair too late for volunteer work, so instead I decided to contribute with hard cash through sipping glögg, buying candles and other goodies.
The sweet and lovely
Kerry, Paul and Kristy turned up too completing their trio tour of Scandi Christmas fairs. Before coming to Swedetown they'd squeezed in both the Finnish and Norwegian, which is quite impressive, yes? I tried to cicerone them through the uber-nationalistic displays of genuine church ladies dressed in traditional dress, Carl Larsson aproned volounters and some 10.000 Christmas decorations and food. The fair ended with our choir doing a couple of songs from the advent & Xmas repertoir.
After part-taking in choir duties and helping with the post-fair clearing up I got back in time to organise a solo welcoming commitee of the returning Benhästen. She turned up with tales of the homeland and newly baked samples of extra special traditional stone baked bread from them olde Larsson islands. Välkommen tillbaka, snällis & tack igen!
monoprint & gouache
Yesterday was Sunday and with the aid of Evert Taube tunes I managed to get up half-early swelling with ex pat cheerfulness. Since time was of the essence I decided to plait my hair instead of washing it and got dressed in two seconds. The idea was to quickly get across town and do some volunteer work at the Swedish Christmas Fair.
This plan got dampened (literally) by floods from an evil rain storm that came through my bad bad window panes. Not a great scenario for pride and cheerfulness but thankfully the storm quietened down and eventually I could stop mopping up water puddles with all the rags in the house. Anyhoo, since I made it to the fair too late for volunteer work, so instead I decided to contribute with hard cash through sipping glögg, buying candles and other goodies.
The sweet and lovely Kerry, Paul and Kristy turned up too completing their trio tour of Scandi Christmas fairs. Before coming to Swedetown they'd squeezed in both the Finnish and Norwegian, which is quite impressive, yes? I tried to cicerone them through the uber-nationalistic displays of genuine church ladies dressed in traditional dress, Carl Larsson aproned volounters and some 10.000 Christmas decorations and food. The fair ended with our choir doing a couple of songs from the advent & Xmas repertoir.
After part-taking in choir duties and helping with the post-fair clearing up I got back in time to organise a solo welcoming commitee of the returning Benhästen. She turned up with tales of the homeland and newly baked samples of extra special traditional stone baked bread from them olde Larsson islands. Välkommen tillbaka, snällis & tack igen!
finally went to see the maginficent
it seems it's dark all the time these days
anyhoo, I sold a bit of jumble at the jumble sale
Trafalgar Square is filled with Ghost Trees
lonely teddy bear waves his goodbye
Oh yeah, some of my imaginary friends and me are celebrating in style.
one hyacinth bulb + one particularly shaped glass vase
them instructions called for coolness & darkness. a combo easily achieved; it's autumn and this building is built in the 1960ies by sterling Victorian builders (ie. firm believers in drafts)
YES -a sure sign that something beautiful is comming hither.
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