Yes – how I’m pleased with myself!
I went to Svend Johansson to see the textiles from his mother.
There was no knitting supply, but a lot of hand woven teatowls made by his mother Stina Johansson.
A linen damask tablecloth.
And more. I’ll share some photos in another post.
This post is just to let you know: It was worth it.
Okay.. I got a little something for my knitting; a tiny basket.
And there was a little something for my boys to dream about;
An old red Husqvarna motorbike!
Vintage knitting supplies are getting rarer. How do I keep finding them?!
I mean before someone throws it away. You know – people do that!!
I have decided to say yes in life, so tomorrow I’m going to do something I have never done before!
Drive 40 minutes to visit a man I meet at a flea market 4 days ago. Why?
Because we had a nice talk.
He was selling – well, a only few things, but I got a book about crochet and a cookbook from 1927.
So I asked about his honey – just like me, a friend of his has bees in his garden.
And I asked if he had any textile.
No, but he had some at home. His mothers old weaving and knitting supplies.
One thing let to another – actually I drove by yesterday, unannounced. He wasn’t home, now I’m going tomorrow!
What do you think? Will I find a treasure? Or will I drive home laughing of my silliness, for driving so far without any clue on what I’ll find?!
To be continued…….
A vintage yarn winder or …?
Well the last years I have decided to keep an eye out for vintage textile supplies – they are getting rarer and I love them!
So thrifting it is! Buy when ever you find something! Thats my motto.
But did I buy this winder? No!!
I drive around Sweden and have my favorite thrift shops – or flea markets – in Swedish; Loppis. (loppe is flea in swedish)
And I have made a promise to my self: To buy what I find when it comes to vintage knitting supplies.
This one was rare. I have never seen it before.
But it’s was to big and it didn’t fit an ordinary skien.
So I didn’t buy it. I want to be able to use what I buy.
So I went home. With a knitting book and a wooden spoon.
And did I regret it?! Yes indeed!
It toke two days before I was able to get back!
And was I nervous? Yes indeed.
What If some one else fund my treasure?!
It was waiting for me and I felt so silly for not buying it the first time.
We have a wonderful house in Sweden, in Småland, the part for Sweden where a lot of people emigrated to Denmark, US and Canada.
All around the area there are signs of the great emigration.
These february days I could completely understand why you would dream of a better life in the new land.
Imagine this boy – he will soon be a young man.
Do you remember the look in his eyes?
The dreams about how life should turn out?
I love Sweden, but imagine that it most have been like in 1880.
Growing up working hard moving stone by stone just to get a small piece of land to grow….
It has been such a hard life, and I can easily imagine their dreams of a better life.
“Why are you knitting a scarf inspired by Stars and Stripes? I thought you want to show Scandinavian traditions”, said my husband.
Yes that’s my intention, but I also want to show people, who’s ancestors left Scandinavia to start a new life, what was left and what was brought to the new land; the craft and the knitting.
A misty february day in the part of Sweden called Småland, amongst the pine and the birch trees, the stones, the silent forest floor, with the wild pig tracks, you can easily begin to image what made people leave for a better life.
A torp, a tiny house given to soldier, so they could live of the land.
It has been a hard life, living of the land. You would have to move stone by stone, to get fields that could be cultivated.
Inside of this house there is one living room, a kitchen with an open fire stove. Up stairs there are a small bed room. The farmers here dreamt of a better life. Some of them left for USA, some stopped in Denmark, to work as farmers.
To be continued…….
Why on earth did they leave ?
Do you ever wonder why any one could leave this amazingly beautiful country? A misty feburary day in Småland, I got a pretty good idea.
To be continued…….
The days are gray and rainy in Denmark with a lot of talk about hate and love, understanding, blaming and three difficult funerals.
But I have been saving some pictures from a sunny day to wish my Chinese friends and all my fellow knitters:
Happy new year and welcome to the year of the sheep.
The pictures is taken in Karlslunde, near Copenhagen, in january by Anette Uhrenfeldt, and she has been so kind to let me share them with you.
Photo by Anette Uhrenfeldt Continued
We went to stay in our house in Sweden, just a few days break, without the internet. It was wonderful and nourishing. Many ideas came to mind.
On sunday our neighbor told us there had been some shooting in Copenhagen.
Knit like a fairy godmother or why I call the shawl Oxygen
To me a shawl means warmth, comforting and protecting. A way you can embrace yourself with love and support.
I love Copenhagen, I love sheeps and I love stories about the women in my family. This post includes it all.
Photo: Karla Løkke
Copenhagen – the capital in Denmark, that’s where I have lived most of my life.
One of the things I love about the place I live is that I have everything within the range of 5 km. I have the sea, downtown Copenhagen, museums and severals pastures. We have a lot of bikes and bikes lane and it’s so easy to get anywhere on a bike.