Autumn fair at Fiholms castle

Yes tomorrow it's finally time for the Autumn fair at Fiholms slott (Fiholms castle). Where I'll be with jewellery, knitted and croucheted items, scented candles and soaps. Of course everything is handmade - the soaps and candles not by me though.

I'm just trying to figure out the best way to present things (as seen in the picture)... Fingers crossed for a good day! Maybe I'll see you there?

A picture says it all

This is how I feel right now, see above, and after an episode of fabulous "Love my way" plus a big cuppa tea, I'll head right down into a horisontal position in bed. And dream good dreams about selling lots and lots of things at the craft-fair this upcoming weekend...

PS Rosa, my Rosa, she'll be back in my life again soon. I realised I couldn't go on without her, so Rosa II will go back to the store - poor her, rejected by me and possibly everyone else - and Rosa, my Rosa will be mended instead... DS

A perfect day

Some days are just perfect, in different small ways they take form of different ways of perfect, just perfect for me. Yes P as in perfect, in ways of weather (mild and sunny, slightly windy), in the company of different friends, walks without blisters (one in a million these past six months), shopping (there are different ways of minor), coffeebreak/lunch/dinner, a movie or two, the chosen outfit for the day, not having such a bad hairday, chatting with perfect (!) strangers, cats & dog behaving like the perfectly behaved fourlegged familymembers they're supposed to be (please don't reveal that well-hidden secret).

The list can be made even longer, but I'll make that long list a short one and round it up with a mental picture of me looking like a post-creamlaping kitten. I promise, a very pleasant picture indeed.

Unfortunately, I'm ashamed to admit really, Rosa isn't here to share my joy over a perfect day amongst many perfect days - both gone by and to come. So shallow and shortlived was my love for her, she was traded in today for a new one, a Rosa II... Poor Rosa, it wasn't her fault, those darn rivets broke us apart - for ever and ever.

Though I discovered when at home, that this Rosa II had a very strange side to her, of not being quite as perfect as she seemed to be, with all her rivets in the right places. So now I'm just contemplating whether to make a big (?) deal about it or not... I suppose, at such a price, one ought to be sort of 110% please with the thing dangling on ones shoulder... Best to sleep on it.

As I will, perfectly soon, hope for a P night too, so please, pretty please (I do like my P:s!) dreamcatcher do your job pefectly well tonight.

PS Yes Stockholm is also as perfect as ever! DS

The Rhubarb prince

Right now I just want to put my achy body to bed, and hope the newly discovered muscles I had no idea I had - due to a not too pleasant massage today - will feel all well tomorrow again...

But apart from that we've had the most lovely day here in Stockholm, though not an ideal weather for picturetaking, unfortunately. And why does my horizons so often tend to run over...?

The little Rhubarb prince - a k a Luddkolt's Siegfried Strawberry Hill (yes of course he's named after Siegfried Farnon!) - finally moved to his new home today - just these last few days I've had no more than 3 eager buyers of a redtabby boy, where have they all been these past few months??

I need my sleep now, because tomorrow I have to show my forte - I'm actually going to complain about my dear Rosa, the It-handbag which somehow have lost two of her rivets. And I've only had her for about 4 months - can't say I think that's acceptable for such an expensive handbag, shame on you, Mulberry!!

After having done that Anne and I are going to, at last, have real cream tea at the newly opened café Afternoon tea - yummy in my tummy!

Now my tummy-yummy will have to go to bed with me, nighty night!

In her shoes

In her shoes, both the name of a good little movie and a wish of mine, to be in, my shoes not hers I suppose. The shoes, or rather extremly stylish boots, I'm talking about are the ones in the pic. Too good looking to be true - and no they don't fit me any better than a year ago... I don't know why they fit oh so well in the shop, but not at home some months later...

A little trip to a shoemaker I guess is a good idea... But I want to wear them now, right now! And I don't want to have anymore blisters thank you very much, I had plenty of them this past, hot Summer. Is that too much to ask for? Shouldn't think so. But sometimes it's those seemingly small wishes that are the most difficult ones to get approved.

But I keep hoping that I'll be more like Cinderella than her ugly, mean stepsisters one of these days. Hope!

The Mousetrap

Look what I found the other day in a public place in the middle of Stockholm, a different kind of mousetrap - isn't it cute?!

On top of the world

View from The vault of Heaven, a lovely day in late September 2006.

Stockholm really is amazing!!

Heaven on earth

The other day I had a lovely little day on the town, did some minor - everything is relative... - shopping and then had lunch on top of the Observatorielunden (ie The Observatory grove) in the very middle of the busy cityarea of Stockholm. Way up there is a little oasis with a Summercafé called something as poetic as The Vault of Heaven (Himlavalvet). Open everyday in the Summers, on weekends the rest of the year.

It was absolutely fantastic to be able to enjoy the lunch outside in a mild sunny weather late in September! And the lunch was just fine too, I had some vegetarian pie with tapenade. They serve waffles with different kinds of toppings, my mum had something called Skagen-mix (seafood) and then we shared a lovely cinnamon bun with homemade lemonade of elderberry *summer in a glass*. All of which can be seen in the pics above.

We did quite a bit of walking too, and of course I ended up with some new kind of blisters, this time UNDER my feet... Soothing footbath with blueberries, lovely salt scrub from The Sanctuary and some rest, still doesn't feel too good though. Poor feet...

So that kept me from enjoying a day out today, unfortunately. Perhaps the last weekend of summery weather for this year. Ah well, we have had a really amazing hot, sunny Summer here in Sweden and the rest of Europe. Shouldn't dwell and complain about that too much I guess...

All fall down

Look what I found in the treetop today... Just a little shake and they all fall down like mellow apples, slightly too hairy for eating. And of course, they do land safely in the green and flowery hammock created by the clematis.

Perhaps they were celebrating the new Swedish government and got a bit overwhelmed with excitement, who knows.

Knut Knebworth, fabulously fantastic fourlegged prime minister of Sweden

Most certainly the Answer to a lot of corruption and bad leadership-problems in Swedish government and politics, don't you think? And such a stylish Answer too!

Picture taken by Åsa Petré.