This is a 3 part story..
Firstly, I finished my house man. After many attempts, here he is! The first person living in my 1640's world.
It took me a while to figure him out...it's my first one and I didn't want to make it to difficult but also not go for the stereotypical image of the time (cavalier-style) since it's not going to fit in with the rest if I do..
So I mixed and matched a little! Shirt and coat of an older style (more common with roundheads) with a feathery hat and awesome boots (like the cavaliers). The trousers are just what trousers looked like back then. And sword. Must have a sword. Other then that it's fairly simple.The beard was one I'd made much earlier so now he has kind of a careless look, but I like that. Very happy with my little man actually. I will call him Matthew. Like the apostle.
Then I have my other little one that is quite different!
Once upon a time I knew no English. My greatest victory was to get to sit in the big rocking chair. Once upon a time I stood barefoot in a field of strawberries and heard the wind blow trough a thousand birch leafs with a newborn cat in my arms..and since I clearly grew up 100 years ago I got to hear some odd stories. These stories are creeping back into my life now after 20 years in the back of my mind (thanks partly to Väsen)
This might become one of many, we'll see.
My favourite was always the story about the woods keeper (skogsrå). She is a beautiful nature-like girl with a hollow back like a rotten tree that guards the forest and tricks men to their deaths. Somehow I find that appealing. The thought behind it is that the forest is not ours to use as we please but we have to be respectful or things will go badly... So this is my own Skogsrå in a jar.
I definitely think we have lost some very useful fear when we lost the supernatural.
And lastly, my own little one.
In my fascination for Swedish folklore I also made my Lus some Tomte skor (elf slippers..ish). Tomtar, according to the stories are little people that live under your floors and keep your house nice but can easily get angry and fuck up your stuff! There might be some more tomte-like things following...maybe. (But this is really the creepiest thing I've seen this week!)
Now...I think it's time I return to England again.
