No place like home

on the ferry going home

on the ferry going home

After close to two weeks on the Isle of Wight it was really nice to come home. The Isle of Wight is also a beautiful island much larger than Hönö. I has stunning nature from sandy beaches to jungle and large fields. It was great to see family again and the kids loved it. No internet, TV or computers, we had a very peaceful holiday. It was so nice to be forced to do nothing, sat in the garden with rabbits and foxes reading and just being there. First thing I did coming home was gardening from waking up in the morning until collapsing on the sofa in the evening.The roses have all come a long way, most of them have flowered and I’m starting to realise that I’m turning into a “Rose person”. I find myself planning to grow more roses and I spent a lot of time in England reading about them. The chillies are also doing well and I’ve finally got a willy! Two actually and they are very curly and green.

Wish I could remember their names

Wish I could remember their names

“Peter pepper” or "Chilly willy"

“Peter pepper” or “Chilly willy”

Keeping busy “doing nothing”

a friend(?), my gran and her sister

a friend(?), my gran and her sister

One from my grandmothers photo album. In her days it was frowned upon sitting down doing nothing. She always had something in her lap, knitting jumpers or crocheting bedspreads or curtains. The smile on her face when I came to see her with a pair of socks or blanket that I had knitted!
In keeping with traditions I am now knitting slippers. Not because I have to but I find it relaxing. Plus in this house a pair of slippers are always needed in winter.

Fruit of the loom

don't ask how long it is

don’t ask how long it is

Wohoo! My first carpet! I have memories from when I was a kid of my grandmother weaving in the basement. It was many years ago, she hurt her arm and couldn’t do it anymore. Luckily I still have many of the beautiful carpets she made and even some that her mother made. There’s a letter in my cupboard addressed to my great grandmother written in 1961, from relatives who emigrated to the States. In the letter it mentions “every winter we lay on dear Bertas woven carpet, it covers the whole kitchen floor. The beautiful carpets you made for us are of course long gone”.
The big loom is still in the basement but needs putting together. So in spring I joined Vävstugan (Weaving hut) and a helpful woman there showed me(well gave me stern advice) how to do the weaving. Turns out most of them really enjoys the hard and not very easy work of putting the loom together and adding new yarn, hmm, yes I think you know what I’m thinking.