Endroit heureux

Coincidences...sometimes small things at the right time can make you remember important things accidentally forgot..

And sometimes, like today, my happy place of the day coincide with a strangely high number of reader from that very place..ish. Coincidence?

Either way, my happy place today is Montmartre..C'est pourquoi, endroit heureux! 

Je vais célébrer avec du chocolat.

Mince mince mince!

So it seems both me and my baby are coming out on the other side of Christmas alive. Something that didn't always seem too likely... 

they were good..

But before the new year truly begins, I want to share the last Christmasy thing I did before my world crashed to pieces and things changed... Mince pies!

Weird thing: English mincemeat pies doesn't actually contain meat. In the mincemeat. There is no meat. 

Actually there used to be mostly meat in them an just a little of the raisins and spices to flavour, but now 500 years later the raisins have taken over the whole thing and that's just awful..! so I made some Tudor-style mince pies my self with all the left over meat bits, thadaa!

And also, Christmas greetings from mr Tudor!

Christmas eve (Julafton)

I'm going to keep it short...in waiting for Christmas dinner and presents...because I like living rather than documenting mostly :) 

Merry Christmas to all! och God Jul!

Waiting for Christmas..

Although I would kind of argue that Christmas isn't really something one "waits" for...that is exactly what today feels like! On one hand it's been a long time since Christmas has been the warm and festive occasion from cards and films, but also because for every year it more and more becomes a race against time to get something even vaguely resembling it. Because as I recently pointed out to my childhood friend, we are now those aunties and mothers that holds life together. She liked my point moderately well. 

BUT! this year I have a very annoyingly long cold going on so that leaves a lot of time for thinking and planing and a lot less for actually doing things. So I am literally waiting.

This day (22 of December) actually has a name, sort of, in Swedish, it's called 'dan före dan före doppare dan'  and oh my god that has a stressful ring to it! It translates to 'the day before the day before....that day you take a bath.'. Yeah. That's what it's called. Obviously. To me more than anything it just reminds me of how much I'd love to get done but probably wont.

But if I did get everything done, it would be something like this:

This year I want to take the best parts of new and old, of  Swedish and British, of christian and pagan, possible and impossible and make a sort of restoration-like scrambled eggs with fish heads sort of dessert! (it going to be better then it sounds...hopefully!).

Oh I mustn't forget! Speaking of Christmas, and more specifically 'a Christmas carol', I did make that night shirt! For one day I had a tiny mr Scrooge walking around in nightshirt and morningrobe saying " Humbug". It was almost as hilarious as the morning I found my Lus in fear of my Julbock (Yule goat)..! That would be another tradition I wont let go of :)

That's the end of my feverish rantings for now. Good luck to you all and God Jul.

Gonatt & sov gott!

Nu ska jag snabbt beretta om en idé som jusst nu hänger lite slött sådär på en oanvänd stol i hörnet..Det börjar med en bit vitt bommulls tyg och förhopningsvis slutar med två väldigt olika nattskjortor! 

Först en "stor" gammaldags nattskjorta åt min Lus att mysa i ( men antgligen mäst för mej att mys-titta på, vi får se hur de går med det ), lång med en liten krage och knappar. Sen en pytte liten till hans bejbi docka! Finns en risk att det kryper med en nattmössa också...man vet aldrig.

Det här är delvis en del av min fasination av barn i vuxen kläder och 1800-tals mode, men mäst såg tyget bara ut som det finns en nattskjorta i det.. Får se om jag får ut dem ur tyget nu då...

Känns lite konstigt att skriva på svenska jusst nu..men tänkte att jag ialla fall måste prova..eftersom svenska ändå är mitt riktiga modersmål.

Quick English recap: I'm making adorable nightshirts. The end.

Down for repair!

My blog is fine, my body less fine. I might need some brandy...

Little things.

Sometimes a little thing can change everything. Just replacing one word in a sentence can mean having to go back and re write your parts of your life..who you are..and why. Or maybe I should say correcting one word.

I was always an unusual girl. My ideas, my way of life.. I suppose I still am. But one of my proudest accomplishments was always overcoming my shyness. Every time I look at my son I wonder in amazement how it happened that he is so confident and outgoing..where did he get that from? 

  I was a quiet, shy and impressionable girl. Being left to conquer my own world was not easy.. Luckily I found a friend to fight with me. To fight for me. To my mothers dread she was a strong and confident girl..and as unusual as me. She was the one who was there for me.

20 years later in a front room miles and miles away in a foreign land. I haven't seen her in too long. We drink wine and talk of times gone by.. 

"You were never shy..you were scared."

Of course. Changing the words in that makes me a different person..and it's like finding another missing puzzle piece under your own leg that I can't believe I didn't see before.  I know most people wont see the importance of that correction but it changes everything. And I am glad to have someone in my life who knew me better than I knew me.

Family is not just blood. Or just water. 

It's the people who see you and love you still.

I hope you all keep that in mind for your own lives.