I like her

Mom can you post these photos on the Internet? So I can get thumbs up? My stomach twisted as she said it. Despite posting numerous photos of her online I don’t think I have ever told her about people liking them. It has been a little selfish hobby of mine to post photos of her and the clothes I make for her. I would like to say that I don’t care about the likes but of course I do a little because I am indefinitely proud of her being my daughter. That being said, I will never admit to her that the likes matter 🙂 .

I am perfectly aware that it is debatable if you should post photos of your kids online. We have chosen to do so. Everyone’s life is public today and it would be virtually impossible to stop pictures from going online. We live far away from relatives and this is one way for them to enjoy photos of them. We could of course do it in locked channels but that would just mean half the people would see them. I choose to be proud of my kids and post (of course proper only) photos of them. I also have a sneaking suspicion that some kids will wonder why their parents never posted photos of them when they are older. Just like some wonder why there are so few paper photos of their childhood today. If they later ask me to remove them I will of course do so but I hope they will just take it as a sign that I am proud of them.

It is however about time to start teaching her about the dangers of online life and that likes mean nothing in the long run. I wish I could have waited a bit longer introducing her to likes and I blame school for teaching her these things. Yes my little girl is a school girl already.

We are visiting my family in Iceland and took as a little trip to the beach in Vík. The beach and the sunny windy day fit perfectly with her new Skola dress that I made out of Birch Interlock Knit called Wink. The quality of that fabric is horrible which is a pity because I really liked the pattern. The Skola pattern from E & E patterns was easy to follow and had a nice fit. The only complaint I have was that I found it a bit confusing knowing what the difference between the different views were. I made view B with pointed collar.

The light might not have been the best to show off the dress but I liked the atmosphere and my little girl’s attitude that day.

Have you ever had those dreams where you are trying to get somewhere and no matter how much you hurry up everything is taking longer than planned? You just cannot seem to get there? I remember having these dreams as far back as childhood. Me running late no matter how hard I tried to hurry up. There was always something working against me so I couldn’t get where I was supposed to be going. I have always hated those dreams as I would wake up stressed and frustrated.

Sadly this is what parenthood feels like most of the time. You are always running late, everything takes twice the time planned and most of the time you don’t manage to do one tenth of the things you intend to do.

The only thing that is running somewhat at normal speed is the planning part of your brain. You plan and plan endlessly while doing all the mundane daily choirs. By the time you actually get a half an hour to execute any of these plans you have so many that you feel overwhelmed and often end up doing none of it.

The last half-year has been hectic. Not that there is anything new about it. I seem to be one of these people that always has too many things to do (or maybe I am just slow as my inner critical voice keeps asking me). Work has been crazy to the point of my jaw getting stiff from tension. My little toddler seems to have his activity level dialed up 300% so he and his already quite active bigger sister pretty much keep me busy the rest of the time.

It has taken me more than half of a year blogging the Christmas clothes I made for my active and sweet kids. This is the last piece of advanced sewing I did. I have a strong urge to show it off because right now it feels like it might be my last. Since these pictures were taken my little one has grown quite a bit and now has cute curly hair. My daughter has also stretched into a little young lady but memories and accomplishments are important to document despite them being old. Better late then never!

I made the Oliver and S Art Museum Vest and Trouser for my little boy. Not a pattern for the faint at heart. The velt pockets were impossible to decipher without the help of this online tutorial. Even then they were a pain in the butt to get nice but it turned out ok in the end. My biggest gripe is not to trust my instinct that the placement of the buttons didn’t feel right and following the pattern. The buttons are simply too close to each other and feel wrong. I used fabric that I bought at Lillestrøm sysenter (which is btw a wonderful store). Unfortunately I didn’t pay enough attention to the type of fabric it was but some kind of cotton and the lining I have really no idea.

The dress is the Tinny dress pattern from Straight Grain. Nice easy pattern but felt a bit on the wider side compared to her Hanami dress. It also felt a bit short at first but the length grew on me. The main fabric is Petal in Eggplant from the Handcrafted series by Alison Glass bought at Hawthorne Threads. Took me a bit of planning on how to cut it but I am quite happy with the final result. The triangle overlay that I laid on top of a piece without patterns in the front is Tulle in color “Lyng” from Stoff og Stil. The lining I bought from Rainbow Textil.

Our friends were nice enough to help us with taking some family photos right after Christmas. I think I took all the photos of the kids myself so I hope I am not stealing any credit here 🙂 .



Back of vest

Back of vest


More swirl


My sweethearts

My sweethearts

Dress front

Dress back



Having kids has taught me one important lesson. Life with them is simply unpredictable and you better get used to it. You can make all the plans in the world but be ready to see them go down the drain at the blink of an eye. Even something the size of a breadcrumb can quickly alter your plans…

I am quite a routine person. If I do something I want to do it according to how I feel is the right way. Every dinner has its rules with a specific set of side dishes, the laundry has to be done in a certain way, and even my blog posts need to be made in a specific way. The list goes on and on but I will spare you.

I haven’t really had the possibility to do things my way since my daughter was born. The last shred of chance got thrown out the window when my little boy was born and had silent reflux. I have been forced to lower my standards quite severely and I am usually just hanging in there to survive and trying to avoid plans. This might be an slight overstatement but this is really how it feels at times. My dinners have truly been compromised to the minimum and as you might have seen I don’t blog very often.

It has been a rough winter full of illness, sleeplessness and chaos. Maybe more on that some other day. One thing stopping me from blogging the few things I have made is photos. There has simply not been a chance to try to take any good photos and I feel bad uploading bad photos. I have been working on another blog entry for few months now and just don’t seem to really get there.

Last Saturday I thought I finally had a chance to do something right. My little boy was sleeping, his dad was at home watching him, and my daughter was set on going to the forrest to take some photos of her in her new dress with all the white spring flowers (wood anemones). Even the camera was charged and honestly it all just felt too good to be true.

We walked along a little forrest path close to our house holding hands. My little girl started picking flowers and I started fiddling with the camera settings and taking photos. All very peaceful and beautiful. Then it hit. I hadn’t even managed to get the settings right before we got interrupted by a vicious ANT that attached itself to my daughter’s foot and made us having to flee the forrest screaming. Well she was screaming out loud and I was screaming inside of me in frustration. Any hopes of going back were quickly put to rest by a little angry girl exclaiming she was never gonna go back there in open shoes. The thought of a dress with rubber boots really didn’t feel appealing to my rigid blog photo standards so I figured I would just have to live with the photos I had caught so far. So here they are!

The dress is Laaaang kjole (Loooong dress) from Fam Irvoll’s book Sy Klær til Kidsa. My daughter really wanted a long dress and this was the perfect pattern. The pattern was quite easy to follow and I like the shape. Size six was a bit on the longer side but we shortened it a bit and all was well.

The fabric is Spirit of Nature jersey bought from Kjekk og Søt and the lavendel jersey in the ribbon is from Olivias.

The Clock Sweater

Time is flying by at record speed. They say your clock is ticking before getting kids but now after getting them it has really gone haywire rotating its clock hands at the speed of helicopter wings. Yet another year has gone by, I have failed yet another set of resolutions, and I have yet again not been able to do half the things I wanted to. This blog post has taken me two months to write and my estimate is that the kids Christmas clothes will get blogged about around Easter time. Pity as I really wanted to do one of those “best of” summaries I see all the sewing bloggers doing. This is probably the last year in a very long time where I am actually able to sew more than couple of pieces of clothing.

Yeah, I have already started working again and life is about to get really hectic as my partner just finished his paternity leave. The last month of my maternity leave I spent frantically cuddling my little boy and sewing a clock sweater the few minutes he actually slept. A bit ironic that making a clock sweater was a race against time but for some strange reason I felt I had to get it done.

You might ask why anyone would want to make a clock sweater when they could be using their precious time on about hundred other things? Been asking myself the same thing. Truth be told I get quite a few of these strange ideas. Mostly I never get around executing them. This idea however kept nagging me and I simply wasn’t able to file it away together with my other bad ideas. It felt a bit more educational than some of the other stuff I have a come up with. Educational must equal smart, right?

Making a sweater with moving clock hands wasn’t quite as straightforward as I had hoped. At least if you wanted to avoid it becoming a giant Velcro cactus. I can’t say I nailed it either but it somewhat works at least when my daughter stands still. Which is rarely but that is another story. The clock hands have a tendency to stick out at weird angles but as they are somewhat soft there should be no danger of injury.

Unfortunately my daughter wasn’t quite as enthusiastic about learning the clock as I hoped she would be. I bribed her to do some photos and at least she took that quite seriously. She ran off couple of times to study the Stoff of Stil catalogue to see how the kids there were posing as models and came back and copied the poses. So even if it doesn’t get used I can at least blog about it and pat my inner wannabe teacher a bit. Unfortunately I wont be able to pat my inner photographer on the back as the photos are of really bad quality. Time, the lack of daylight and a very impatient missy were working against me…

I used the Rowan tee pattern again. Great pattern. The clock numbers are heat transfer. The Paapii Sprinkles jersey I bought at Olivias. I felt the sprinkles looked a bit like clock hands. The white jersey I bought at Kjekk og Søt. The clock hands are made out of black cotton, heavy fusible interfacing and attached with snaps so you can rotate them. I had to pinch the snap holders a bit to make them stiff enough to hold the clock hands in place. I also put a thinner fusible interfacing on the back of the clock to try to stiffen that area a bit.

The biggest problem is that it gets a bit bulky on the front with all the snaps and I can imagine they they might potentially get lost as you can take them off.



Except this little lady doesn't like to sleep

Except this little lady doesn’t like to sleep

Snaps for attaching and rotating

Snaps for attaching and rotating

Anyways, both the sweater and the blog eventually got finished. Right in time for wishing everyone a Happy New Year!

Little Miss Why

Me: Do this.
Her: Why?
Me: Because this.
Her: How do you know that? she says and puts me in place.

Our lives are full of why these days. My five year old is questioning literally everything. She wants to know facts, she wants to know why she is supposed to do the things we ask her to do, and she wants to know how we know things. Saying that you don’t know something doesn’t get you off the hook either. She will ask us to guess why we think things are like they are. The last one can be fun sometimes. Like the time she asked why dragons have tails and wings (she knows dragons only exist in fairy tales). I am not quite as thrilled trying to guess more scientific things.

All these questions make you realise how little you really know. The worst was the day she wondered if someone could have taken our car while we were at the store. I told her that it was only us that had the key. She wondered if someone else might have a key that worked. I said no, all keys are unique. Then she got me. Mom, how do you know that? Just seconds later I was doubting every single piece of information stored in my brain. I had really just been assuming all car keys are unique. I didn’t know for sure. I realised that a lot of things I know is just something someone told me at some point, I have read, or simply assumed. It could all be wrong even the things I have read in books. The Internet has taught us one valuable lesson, you cannot blindly trust anything written without cross referencing. For some reason I had forgotten to apply this knowledge to my brain backlog

It is truly amazing that she is this curious and willing to learn. There is however no denying that all these whys can be quite tiring and time consuming. I must admit I sometimes snap and tell her to just do things because I tell her to. I however don’t want to her to blindly believe everything like I did as a child. Took me years to shake off the effects of that (astrology, religion, superstition etc.) and I am pretty sure there are quite a few things I still falsely believe. Curiosity is such a valuable trait that keeps you exploring, learning and experimenting. I guess the next few years will be quite a balancing act trying to teach her stuff yet keep her questioning at a sensible level without completely exhausting myself.

That being said I still want her to blindly believe in Santa, the Easter bunny and that I have eyes at the back of my neck for few more years. That doesn’t hurt does it?

Her curiosity doesn’t make it easy for me to photograph her in the clothes I make for her. She is off exploring and unable to stand still for a second. Forget about fiddling with you camera settings! My strategy is simply to chase her around and snap and hope I will get few good shots.

I made this dress long time ago and despite it being one of the favorite thing that I have ever made for her it has taken me forever to blog about it. It is my second Hanami dress by Straight Grain. You can see the first one here. I just love that pattern. I used her tutorial to add pleats in the front which was a nice touch The beautiful fabric is Sunrise indigo metallic lawn bought from Imagine Gnats. The fabric on the sleeve is olive cotton form Stoff og Stil and was the closest I could find to gold.

I made this for her brothers naming ceremony but we had to venture outside few weeks later and take better photos. I also had to include couple of photos from her Kindergarten even if they outshine my photos by far. Utestemme really did a fantastic job taking the photos this year.

Taken by Utestemme

Taken by Utestemme

Taken by Utestemme

Taken by Utestemme

Taken by Utestemme

Taken by Utestemme

Little Explorer

I have two little explorers in my house. My smallest one has already turned into a little tornado leaving nothing untouched (or untasted). When he is not chewing on everything you will find him digging his hand into the flower pots, holding the earth up and watching it fall onto the floor, drumming on the toilet or checking how fast he can unroll the toilet paper onto the floor. He crawls full speed every time I open the fridge to make sure he can block me from closing it and his biggest dream seems to be able to crawl into the dishwasher… Thankfully he sometimes occupies himself by practising getting up and standing without supporting himself 🙂 . My other kid is trying to get a grip on the world with her whys. More on that some other day but it is safe to say there is no stone or fact left untouched at our house.

We just spent a week in Arguineguin on Gran Canaria. This is the first time we revisit a hotel we have been to before and to tell the truth we have barely left the hotel. I realized that we have become the people that I never understood. I used to ask myself why anyone would want to go to the same place again and not explore the surroundings? It is not that I don’t want to explore any longer. I just feel like the amount of energy it costs outweighs its pleasure. Packing for an excursion is major undertaking and getting everyone fed at the right time feels a bit like playing a game of tetris. It doesn’t exactly make it easier that our little boy is a terrible sleeper and wakes up if a mute mouse coughs within a 1 kilometer radius.

It is fascinating watching your little ones explore the world and it reminds you that you should keep trying even if it comes at a cost. Because it is usually worth it. Except the only real attempt we made during this trip taking the boat to Mogan. It simply wasn’t worth it and I enjoyed the pool and the sun at the hotel much more. We might have to be a bit boring for the next couple of years but after that I swear we will be back in the explorer business!

I see that I have become less adventurous in all aspects of life. Even my sewing. I am so strapped on time that doing something out of the box feels like a major risk. What if what I make is a failure and I will have wasted a month’s worth of work?

For this project I decided I would get outside of my comfort zone. I am often inspired by fabric and envision a garment that is inspired by the pattern on the fabric. Like the pattern of the fox in this Andrea Lauren fabric. I wanted to make pants that had a similar pattern. It turned out to be a trickier than I thought. I did “empty” piping in an improvised pattern and it turned out a bit thick so I almost choked my overlocker when finishing the edges.

I am glad I spent time on it even if I am not happy with the final result. It feels very unbalanced. Partially because he is still a bit too small for both the T-shirt and the pants but also because the orange pattern is a bit too large (and it doesn’t help that it is only on the front). I don’t think I would have managed to make it smaller though using jersey. At least I learned something which is always good and makes this somewhat worth it!

I used the Rowan Titchy Thread tee pattern for the first time and loved it. Basically no complaints for the regular hem, long sleeved version in size 12-18 months. I will for sure try more variations of this pattern. The pants are my own hack. The Andrea Lauren fox fabric and black jersey I bought at Olivias. The orange jersey I bought at Kjekk og Søt and I must say the two ladies that run these stores have great customer service helping me find the closest orange match.

Here are few photos of my little explorer that definitely didn’t feel like posing like I intended him to. I debated if I should actually post this project but I decided that his cuteness outweighs the flaws of the pants :).

Look at this little man that is set on getting under the glass fence!

Life on the other side

Happy Birthday Silja!

Happy Birthday Silja!

It has been five years since I lay in the hospital with construction workers outside the window, a Swedish midwife I struggled understanding and thought I would die. Then all of a sudden there she was. My sweet little Silja! I remembered crying of joy over the fact that I was alive and that she was alive and looked healthy. I had been warned that I might not feel love for my kid right away but I did. Wild intense love and pride. Mistakenly the doctor must have assumed our relief and happiness meant that we were happy with the birth experience and wrote that in my journal. Something that has caused me trouble later but that is a story for another day.

Everything changes when you get a kid. I remember the intense feeling that I had simply been cut out of my old world and glued somewhere else. It is a world that nobody without kids can comprehend. At first you might try to pretend to your friends that you haven’t passed onto the other side. At some point you can no longer be bothered and you just stop trying. It is not worth it really. Why not just enjoy the life you are living. You excuse it by simply saying to yourself: they will understand when they get kids themselves.

Being a parent is hard. I had quite realistic expectations at first with one exception. I wasn’t quite ready for how light headed and confused I was feeling. They call it “ammetåke” (breastfeeing fog) in Norway and while there might be some oxytocin hormones involved I think it is more that you need to be on the alert every single second of the day. Even if they are a sleep (and even you are sleeping) you still need to listen for sounds all the time. If you are somewhere and talking to someone you must constantly be listening and watching them. This is probably the biggest drain of parenthood.

Then there are birthdays, another big drain on your energy (and wallet). It is Silja’s fifth birthday today but we celebrated yesterday with Kintergarden and family. Truth be told I have used most of my free time for the last week preparing and this year I kept it simple. I might add here that I have very little free time due to the fact that my little boy only sleeps 25 minutes at a time during daytime. Couple of simple cakes, pinata (the ugliest unicorn creature I have ever seen), candy bags, pony ears and some decorations. The party had a My Little Pony theme and we used the Princess Cadence colors for decorations in case you are wondering… My eyes still hurt a bit 🙂 . A 5 year old has quite set ideas of what they want for their birthday. Today we even had to get up and make her breakfast in bed.

With her Princess Cadence crown

With her Princess Cadence crown

The beauty and the beast

The beauty and the beast

Ponny Ears

Ponny Ears

My little pony theme

My little pony theme

It was all worth it! She was genuinely happy over everything we did and she had a really good time. Nothing beats making your kids happy!

I also made her a dress that wasn’t initially intended as a birthday dress but ended up becoming one. It is the Verona dress from Jennuine Design. I wanted to make this dress for a while but struggled finding the right fabric. Many of the samples I have seen feel very stiff with that type of collar. The Escapade Voile felt perfect as it was light and playful and the triangles there matched the collar corners softening them out a bit. The nice people at Hawthorne threads helped me find a matching fabric for the undershirt. This is Cirrus Solid in Coral. The pattern was quite well made and the only complaint I have is that I felt it could have been a bit more decisive. It had a lot of options and didn’t always clearly recommend one way.


Here are some photos. I have really been struggling getting good photos with the strong sun and a little lady that doesn’t have time to stand still. So this is a random collection.





Birthday girl gives her little brother a hug

Birthday girl gives her little brother a hug

Split in sleeve

Split in sleeve

30 Perfect Days

My #30perfectdays experiment is over. I am sure many of my Facebook friends are happy (if they haven’t already blocked me) but I really miss it.

The experiment was to post some highlights from my life every single day for 30 days. To find something positive, something that made me smile, or something that I accomplished. This to try to move the focus away from what is hard right now and to remind myself that there are plenty of positive things in my life. We are going through a rough period because our little boy has reflux and is often in quite a lot of pain and struggles sleeping. As a result of that we are sleep deprived, stressed and at times exhausted.

I really didn’t think I would manage to post something every day when I started. To my big surprise there were days I had too many things to post and I found myself trying to just pick out few. There were other days where I didn’t have an awful lot to post but there was always something positive.

I am convinced that this little effort of mine really saved our vacation from being a disaster. We can now look back on lots of photos from what we did. We will remember the play and beauty and not the crying and the sleep deprivation. I must admit that the photos didn’t always help me on the days when there was crying and frustration but they always made me look back on the previous day in a much more positive light.

It is hard to evaluate how my photo stream looked to others. I am however pretty sure I would have gotten a bit jealous of myself had I been watching it as an observer. The lesson I am trying to teach myself is that happy photos don’t automatically equate to a perfect life. A kid might have gotten a tantrum right after the most idealistic photo. A nice island trip might have been a bit colder than planned because someone forgot to pack the warm water for the cocoa but instead remembered to pack themselves a beer… You get the picture 😉 .

Another observation from this experiment of mine is that my kids are an infinite source of joy for me despite them draining me at times. It is wonderful to observe my four-year-old imagination and to see how much joy they are already getting from each other. The glorious smiles I get from my little boy when he is not in pain (or overtired) are worth gold. The excessive posting of kids photos probably drove some of my Facebook friends insane but I will consider that I was doing them a favor by giving them something to bitch about. Lets just be honest about it, we all have couple of Facebook friend which annoy us beyond means with their posts yet we don’t remove them because we secretly like to bitch about them.

So if you are ever going through a rough patch of some sort and worry that your vacation might suffer, give this experiment a try. Post something positive and look back at it the day after and see if it made the previous day look better. If so continue! The only warning of advice is not to get to hung up on getting likes. It is easy to get addicted and put too much focus on that.

All my photos and some of the stories behind them are below but are better viewed on my Instagram feed. I even managed to post some selfies! I think I posted twice as many photos with myself in these 30 days as I have done in my entire Instagram lifetime. Scary stuff! Who knows maybe I will one day be posting selfies with pouty lips…

Did you know that more knowledge sometimes makes you more ignorant? When you have learned something it becomes difficult to understand how others don’t know the same things as you. There is really no way to unlearn things that have been imprinted in us. You might be able to forget some facts but there are certain things that will stick no matter what and you need to make a mental effort to put yourself in the shoes of someone that doesn’t know these things. You are probably not aware of many of these no matter how understanding you believe you are.

I grew up in a place where your knowledge automatically had some boundaries because of the homogenous nature of the population, scarcity of other living creatures, and the isolation of the country. Pretty much everyone was white and Lutheran. Farm animals types you could count on your fingers, there were approx 6 wild animals and only approx. 85 regular bird species. The occasional appearances of samples outside of that range were exotic and rare. Everyone celebrated Christmas and everyone ate their hot dogs according to the same formula. My world was small and clearly defined. I find that many of the things I learned as a kid are the things that are most difficult to break free of as being the only “right” thing. I am still secretly annoyed that hot dogs in other countries don’t follow the same formula as they do in Iceland…

When I lived in Tulsa I went to a State Fair where they had some animals together with roller coasters and disgusting corn dogs that certainly didn’t abide to my approved way of eating hot dogs. I was walking around some sheep when a guy with what sounded like an Indian accent asked me: Is this a sheep? I was dumbstruck that someone even asked that question. I mumbled yes and ran off to my friends to make fun of that guy that didn’t even know what a sheep was. It took me years to understand that not everyone might grow up with sheep being among the first six animals you are ever exposed to.


I have at least partially learned my lesson now. After having been exposed to people from many cultures I have a much bigger understanding of the diversity of the world we live in. However this knowledge again makes me ignorant. Ignorant towards the lack of this knowledge among other people that have not been exposed to this diversity. I get annoyed and make fun of them for not realizing that their limited world might not be the only “right”. I have even caught myself getting annoyed at people from Iceland that are shocked that hots are not served the same way as there… yeah that is screwed up 🙂 .

It is almost impossible to unlearn something or understand how someone might not know something. We however might get a slightly more peaceful world if we all made an effort to understand why people think a certain way before lashing out at them for their ignorance. We would at least get more peaceful and respectful online forums. Don’t treat ignorance with ignorance!

Before I made the following body suit and t-shirt I had no idea there was an animal called Elk. The fabric I used was a knit called Elk Grove by Jay-Cyn Designs for Birch Organic Fabrics. Bought at FabricWorm. In Norwegian you use the word elg for a moose and I just assumed it was an alias. For some reason I googled it. Turns out there is a large American animal called elk. I was a bit annoyed as I thought I was making my kids moose clothing. I thought long and hard if I should tell my four year old that this was a different animal. An animal with a Norwegian name (wapiti) I have never even heard. I figured I would just let her believe it was a moose but I am secretly annoyed every time I look at it and am unable to forget the facts here. Maybe I will one day be shocked that someone doesn’t know what an elk is…

In any case, I made a body suit for my little boy in size 80 from Ottobre 01/2012. I modified the opening to be on the side as I did here but this time I got it right. This will be my go to body suit pattern from now on because the fit is nice. I had initially only planned on making the body suit but my little girl wanted a matching t-shirt. How could I say no? The t-shirt is from Ottobre 3/2012. This time the sleeves fit and all was well. I modified the neckline to be round in the front instead of the V-shaped in the pattern. Simple sewing project but I think I have had it with t-shirts and straightforward body suits for now.

We had planned taking photos of the “moose” clothes in the woods but it was too wet. So we went back to the beach where we took the pirate photos and my little monkeys fooled around a bit. Jónatan is now strong enough to be lifted by his sister and she is finding it really fun carrying him around. He really loves his sister and thinks it is really fun when she is playing with him.

We even managed to get one image of the three of us where we are mostly normal so that I can finally update my two year old Facebook photo with both kids. We just needed to pretend we were the powerpuff girls to get this one.

Little man dancing in the sand

Little man dancing in the sand

Finally we are all somewhat normal

Finally we are all somewhat normal

The ones that know me well know that I enjoy sad and dark books. There is something refreshing about reading a story that drills into your soul and makes you weep. I think the beauty is that you can simply close the book and be back to your own life that all of a sudden isn’t all that bad. Some people like jumping into an icy cold ocean, some like diving into a dark and mind-shattering books. I think we all need something that shakes us up once in a while.

All my life I have made stories in my head. This is how I fall asleep. It might be a sign that my stories are boring but it is nice to lull yourself into sleep by escaping somewhere else. I struggle falling asleep when I am too exhausted to make up stories in my head. My nighttime stories are mostly of happy nature but there is a certain dark element that haunts them. Ever since I was a kid I have been convinced that nothing that I imagine can come true…

When I saw the house in the photos below my mind went crazy. The house oozes of sadness and loneliness. I immediately started picturing all the sad stories that could have happened there. That old lady that lived there and that nobody ever saw except when she went out at night and walked around the island with an empty baby stroller. Those two little boys in rags that nobody knew who were but could be seen standing outside the house on a moonlit night. Or the old man that…

In any case I am pretty sure this house has some stories to tell. It is on Skogsøya the same island we took the pirate photos on. It is simply beautiful despite it being so worn and about to fall apart.

I made a dress for my daughter before we left on vacation. A purple dress, which happened to match the flowers surrounding the house perfectly. As nobody is living there I figured we could sneak up to the house and take some photos. The doors on the back where a little bonus we discovered. Beautiful!

The dress is made from the Antalya pattern. Truth be told, I wouldn’t have picked this fabric myself but my little girl’s favorite color these days is purple. Surprisingly there isn’t a large selection of purple fabric but we found Lizzy House, Butterflies, Chasing Butterflies in Grape Fizz at Hawthorne Threads which we could both accept. The white fabric is some old Stoff og Stil cotton I had with tiny little white dots. I love the shape of this dress and it feels quite unique. I however struggled a bit with the pattern. The illustrations don’t seem proportionate to the actual pattern pieces (might be size dependent) and the description for the opening on the back wasn’t quite clear to me. Otherwise it was a rather straightforward pattern.

Better check the other door as well

Better check the other door as well

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