First I begun to wonder, how many knits in all the shades of oatmeal can a girl have... And now it's happening with tights!
Last week I wanted to change curtains but then I remembered that I hadn't washed the windows during this summer. I couldn't bare the idea of putting clean curtains on dirty windows so I had to wash them first. Then I noticed that the lane wasn't wide enough for the curtain rods so the next thing to do was to unravel and sew them again.
But it was all worth it! I gess I'll never get bored in Lumimarja (Snow berry), a fabric by Marimekko.
Yellow is a song by Coldplay,
and it starts to ring in my head whenever
I think about the English word for the colour.
Leaves are still green but
I'm already in the mood of that soap baggage...
Reading Herta Müller.
She's got sentences
that make you skip one heart beat.
Sometimes a day can turn out to be perfect,
when you don't expect it at all.
The closest cafe happens to be a cafe of an old
sightseeing tower, built in 1929. They make the best
doughnuts in town - almost as good as my grandma
used to make. Visited it with my dear friend,
went to school to do some printmaking, had a huge
goat cheece sandwich and went out into the
evening sun, air full of oxygen after rain.
Heathers are blooming. There's autumn in the
air and it feels good.