What a change to come back to the cold Nordic winter after three weeks in India. There I sat out on the terrace in the sun every morning, untill the sun was too hot and I moved into the shadows. Here I wrap myself in a quilt or a knitted shawl and drink mug after mug with spicy, burning hot chocolate.
There it was too hot for crafting, here I knit warm, woollen fingered mittens, I crochet thich shawls and I pin my fingers while struggling to get back my old, smooth and even quilting stich.
Last Christmas I got some beautiful multicoloured wool in shades of blue and grey for Christmas. I added some black from my stach, and suddenly it was perfect for a shawl. Grandmother's squares, a pattern I learned from my two grandmothers when I was a little girl.
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Time for some hot limonade? My husband has some ready for you.
