The season for Christmas fairs

From the end of November and up until the weekend before Christmas Eve, it's a big thing with Christmas fairs in Sweden. Some better than others. I used to be sort of a keen Christmas fair visitor every year, it was sort of cosy, fun and traditional. To buy this and that, and always some typical "burnt almonds" (yummy candy!).

But nowadays I rarely go, I don't see the need for even more Christmas decorations - most of them are still in boxes in the shed - and gifts - the ones I still buy Christmas presents for aren't very keen on such Christmassy items - and I don't particulary care for the crowds that roam around the fairs.

But sometimes it can be fun to visit such a fair, when it's in a place one haven't been to before. So last Sunday we went to Långängens gård, a place on the other side of town that I have been meaning to visit for a long time since they have a restaurant/café that's said to be very good.

However, the Långängen we happen to visit, where the fair was held and with the same address as the above mention Långängen was a totally different one... I have absolutely no idea how this happened! The originally Långängens gård was nowhere to be seen, it was just like it had evaporated into thin air and small manor house had taken its place. A white house made of stone, and not the red farmhouse in wood...

It wasn't much of a fair either, rather boring indeed. I only bought some - not very nice and with a sort of stale taste - almond crusts plus a couple of nice looking handpainted brass-hearts. The fair-decorations out in the open was rather nice though. A rusty sofa here, some ornaments hanging in an old, broken windowframe there, apples and onions, pumkins and rosehips.

To round off that grey, chilly, windy and wet day in the beginning of December - a white Christmas seems so unbelievably far away... - we drove to one of my favourite cafés, Café Lyran, which never ever disappoints you! I feasted on a lovely shrimpsandwich plus a piece of equally tasty Princess cake - both so typically Swedish, but not always easy to find made just right.

I wonder why it some days is so difficult to write something really inspired? Those days you just rattle off what you did that day, what you ate, what you wore, what you bought. How much fun is that och a scale from 1-10...? I actually have a bit more fun with bubblewrap, especially in manic mode. Enjoy!