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.