Lucky ones...*smiling..

The lucky ones that won the lovely pattern "Flea- a lady's cardigan" by Pinneguri are:
-Rebecca Shaw

Congratulations! We will get in touch with you within a few days.

Happy weekend to all of you that are stopping by.


"Flea- a lady's cardigan", a knitting pattern giveaway (now closed).

I have been wanting to give away a knitting pattern by a Norwegian designer for quite some time and my choise ended on a cardigan that i have high up on my want to knit list. It's Ann's/Pinneguri's lovely lady's cardigan called Flea.

About Flea:
This stranded cardigan is worked from the top down and in the round, except for a few short rows in the neck. 
When the yoke is deep enough, you divide for the body and sleeves, leaving the sleeve stitches on scrap yarn whilst the body is knit. The sleeves are picked up later and knit downwards. 
The body is shaped, in all sizes.
Finally, the stitches along the steek are picked up for the button bands, the steek is cut and the cut edges are folded over to the back and stitched in place. Or maybe you prefer the crochet method – it is explained in the pattern.

Ann and i are giving away the Flea knitting pattern for three of my readers.
If you want to enter just leave a comment under this post before the end of friday the 12'th. Please remember to put with your email adress or ravelry name so i can get in touch with you if you become one of the lucky ones.

I will announce the winners in here the following day...*smiling.

All photos by Ann/Pinneguri.



something sweet to bite in, tea in the cup and good company 
creates the perfect atmosphere for knitting project(s) planning....*smiling...

Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light’… 
-Spike Milligan 


Just Delicate Needles by Rolf Jacobsen

It's so delicate, the light.
And there's so little of it.  The dark
is huge.
Just delicate needles, the light,
in an endless night.
And it has such a long way to go
through such desolate space.

So let's be gentle with it.
Cherish it.
So it will come again in the morning.
We hope.

(translated by Robert Hedin)     


Life is unpredictable,
it changes with the seasons,
even your coldest winter,
happens for the best of reasons,
and though it feels eternal,
like all you 'll ever do is freeze,
I promise spring is coming,
and with it, brand new leaves.
           -Erin Hanson


Tea, daylight, creating, some hours of night sleep, friends and family, love and care from far away friends (given through parcels, letters, cards, comments and emails). 
Such blessings!

Trying to replace fear with hope and faith...that better and lighter days will come. Trying to be more okay with showing my vulnerability to others, to allow myself to cry and be held. Trying to learn and grow from this painful experience instead of just fighting a battle. 

I’ve learned to live now wisely and simply,
Look to the sky and pray upon my knees,
And wander quietly outside each evening
To beat the useless feeling of unease.
And when the burdocks rustle in the ravine
And yellow-crimson rowan clusters swell,
All poems I compose turn out happy,
About the mortal life that’s beautiful as well.

I come back home. 
The fluffy cat will wake
And lick my palm while purring rather sweetly.
And on the turret of the sawmill by the lake,
A light is lit just then as if to greet me.
But, now and then, the calm is cut once more 
A crying stork lands on the roof, returning.
And if you happen to come knocking on my door,
It seems to me that I would not discern it. 

-Poem by Anna Achmatova


The words "thank you" feels far too simple compared to the depth of the gratitude that i want to express towards all of you that have either written me through comments or emails, and for those of you that are praying for me. I want every single one of you to know that you, your words and prayers, makes a difference! 
The kindness and love that you, and my dear ones, are showing me are also reminding me to try to be more gentle and understanding towards myself....something that doesn't come very easely to me. In this challenging time i am going through now i notice how harsh i am against myself, how much i expect from myself and how i keep putting negative labels on myself....the ones that goes deepest are the ones called "weak" and "failure"..
I try to look for and focus on the signs that tells me that i am getting better instead of thinking about them as "too small and insignificant". I try to have faith, i try to not focus on and fear getting worse.... I try to take one moment at a time. 
And in the middle of all of this the days are growing longer and i think that i can even hear a little bit of more birdsong outside. Some of my flowers are in bloom now, one of them are the gorgeous jewel orchid. 

Wind and Window Flower

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon, 
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away. 

-Robert Frost


Meet yourself

These days i try to live by Adelaide's words

"Meet yourself, 
where you are right now, 
with kindness, 
and patience."

The last days of december turned out completely different than i wished, hoped and thought they would. I had to spend some days, including new years eve, at the hospital. I haven't written very much about it in here (and i am not going to start with it either) but for about the last 10 years i have been suffering from an illness called CFS. In the beginning of december it worsened and after a while i also started getting anxiety attacks. After a few weeks with having it like this a depression also sneaked upon me, which i didn't really become aware of before i were at the hospital. In other words my days aren't of the easy kind right now, but i love this space so much and i didn't want to wait with writing a blog post here until things were "okay" again because i know that will take quite some time. And despite that it is very hard for me, i think that it is incredibly important to dare to share and be open about things like these.... one of the feelings that often comes with, and that i too battle with, is a feeling of shame...i believe that silence nurtures shame so i choose to be open...