one hundred and eleven

This was a day where I felt lost in my assignments. So my 30 sec-don't-look-at-the-paper-self-portrait is quite accurate. I felt beside myself...

one hundred and ten

I was at somebody else's big day and many photos were taken. Me and all my chins could be spotted in the crowd, sipping champagne during work hours. Good thing.

one hundred and nine

Today I made my room a little more mine.

It is My Space.

one hundred and eight

Forgot to clean off my mascara yesterday. It doesn't matter on a Saturday like this.

one hundred and seven

A few hours ago I did an important presentation in front of important people in an important meeting and I rocked it! Now this. I love the contrasts that are my life.

one hundred and six

Powerpointing after an inspiring meeting that reminded me of what my work can be.

one hundred and five

Bad hair day back at the office where the ceiling still gives me an angelic halo.

Holy me.

one hundred and four

I finished a shawl. It's gorgeous. But it really is too late and dark to take pictures of knitted things. Dark evenings means autumn. This has been a very autumny day.

one hundred and three

A very boring workday at home. I got some stuff done, but I just wanted to do Something Else all the time. The dog is bored, my feet are bare and I just want it to be tomorrow.

one hundred and two

New abilities learned and practiced. A very rare sight in this house, might come out of its corner more often after today! Sewing machine! Sewing!

one hundred and one

A day with extended family. Crayfish, laughs and feeling good. And I just kept on knitting.

one hundred

I celebrate photo number 100 showing the, in my opinion, prettiest photo ever taken of yours truly. I am three years old wearing a flower wreath. Midsummer of 1982.

ninetynine

Summer zits. They break out when I suddenly spend more and more time indoors. It's disgusting to see your face explode...

ninetyeight

Lots to do and out in the world again. Feels good to get out of the house and feel useful, but I felt like an outsider in familiar settings. A very odd feeling.

ninetyseven

You take a crappy photo and you make the best of it through a "photoshop massacre".

If only there was a photoshop program to apply to crappy days.

ninetysix

So, parts of my life are brilliant. Others make me want to rip my hair out. After a little torture, I chose some sweet escapism.

ninetyfive

photo by Elin
A wonderful day. Had invited people over for a knitting feast, and it's been lovely.

And Sandy brought me Wollmeise Yarn. Among other things this forest green lace weight.

ninetyfour

I made some new finds. I baked. I had a good day.

My favorite find is this little tin treasure chest.

ninetythree

I am trying to read. The information doesn't seem to stick. Ironically the book of the day is called "Everything is Possible".

ninetytwo

I'm walking around barefoot and I was working up the courage to take detailed photos of scars and foot related oddity. She took it as an invite to cuddles.

ninetyone

Falling asleep with wet hair the night before, and then working from home, does strange things to your sense of style.

ninety

A text message from a missed friend informed me that today 382 years ago the ship Vasa sank outside Stockholm, so with a water themed photo I wish you all a Happy Sinkday!

eightynine

Back to same old pace. Late night in front of the computer again feeling inadequate and lazy.

All I want is more time off. And more knit camp.

eightyeight

photo by Ulrika
Time to leave. I've knitted so much I have a knitter's tan!. The three fingers I fold in on my left hand are all pale...

eightyseven

To walk away from the wonderful chatter of thirty knitters is a difficult thing to do, even when you need it. But by today I badly needed it. So I walked off to have a little more than an hour of this. Solitude. Magnificent view. Silence. Knitting. Blueberries.

eightysix

photo by Ulrika
Sometimes the sun hid behind a cloud, but dang it, I'm still gonna knit outside. Good thing I'm a knitter. I'll just wrap up in a cardigan.

eightyfive

photo by Ulrika
I'm in knitting heaven.

I just bought two skeins of hand dyed kid mohair from the goats' owner.

eightyfour

photo by Ulrika

At the knitting retreat surrounded by wilderness and knitters. In total heaven, even though this twined thing is still darn complicated, but I'm starting to really get it...

eightythree

photo by Ulrika

At a new friend's with old friends, on our way to knitting camp!

I'm getting a crash course in twined knitting - complicated but inspiring technique indeed!

eightytwo

All ready to go. Tomorrow. A bag full of yarn and knitting projects says it all.

eightyone

A million things to do, but I can barely make one at a time. Curiously sluggish mood. There are still berries to pick (more than ten liters on this bush), packing to be done and work to think about.