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Here you can buy original crochet patterns, learn new techniques, and dip into stories of life in the South of Sweden. Welcome!
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This year I decided to make my own marmalade to chase away the Winter Greys. But fancy, with pink grapefruit and fresh pineapple.
If I were to mention the dropping temperatures or the dwindling harvest in my part of the world, how many of you would gleefully think of gorgeous woolly sweaters and deliciously melancholic evenings? Would there also be a fair few who, as a new friend lovingly reminded me at the weekend, would want to punch me in the head because EVERYTHING IS DYING?
…But if all that sounds very down and pessimistic, in reality our summer was filled with abundance too. A different kind, not one of a carroussel of places, faces, and suitcases bulging with things-we-must-bring-back. We've had to work a little harder to find joy close to home….
One of the strangest, and trickiest, things about running a business in this pandemic has been the not knowing. Not knowing how to respond, how long it will last, what everything will look like when we eventually emerge. Much like our so-called leaders, I'm making it all up as I go along.
I can't resist the beautiful halo of a thin alpaca, nor the intricacy of tiny stitches. The way lofty sheep’s wool blooms into the smallest of gaps and trap pockets of air. A little puff stitch that sits just so, sometimes concealed…
I’ve been bitten by the hat making bug. For years I’ve made shawls/cardigans/socks/sweaters - anything but hats, really. And now suddenly I can’t stop. I’ve even set about designing one. But it’s not ready, because the thing about hats…
Usually Autumn is brief here, but this year has been strangely warm, and so at the beginning of November, when I would expect there not to be a single leaf left anywhere, I found myself with the chance to photograph a new design outside.
For my birthday this year Mr E+L said he wanted to buy me something at the art shop. It had been years since I last picked up a pencil but then, a month or two ago …
In the run-up to my smallest boy turning one a couple of weeks ago, I had all the feelings. There was nothing for it but to tip the box of yarn oddments out onto the floor, …
