Set up for holidays

Cleaning day greetings

It is starting to look like Christmas... Today I proved that one can wash carpets at home, even in a tiny bathroom like ours :). 

A lovely friend gave us the candy sticks and the vinyl record bowl. Have you ever tried making one?

Winter blues

It's been snowing almost every day. We live on an esker and there are lot of stairs here. Now they're all about to turn into sled hills!

The wooden, hand painted bracelet is a souvenir from Budapest. The other day we didn't have any bread in the house, so we had to make waffles for breakfast - didn't mind :).

Christmas tree

I really like our little Christmas tree. The only thing that's missing is the scent of spruce...

Dear Santa...

I made a little wishing list of things I don't need but are sweet. What I really asked for Christmas is a respirator mask (you might wonder why but try painting with oil paints and solvents x days a week and soon you'll know...), a shell suit for jogging and a new coffee pot for our Mocca master (the current one is missing a piece) :D.

But let's drop the rationality for a moment.

New Lappish shoes would give joy for years ahead. The ones I have now (seen in the previous post) are bought six years ago from a flea market and are about to reach the end of the road. Pic here.

The Sarjaton ("Seriesless") glass and Kartio ("Cone") jug by Iittala, pics from their site.

The Hauska ("Funny") towels and Fantti linen by Finlayson.

The prettiest chopping board I've seen is called Puutarhurin parhaat which means about "The gardener's best" and the cheerful mug Kulkue ("Parade"). Both by Marimekko.

Colourful lights by La Case de Cousin Paul. Pic here.

And finally one of my favourite movies I would like to have at hand, Marie Antoinette. Pic from imdb.

It's December

Clipped snowflakes

The other day I was thinking: where could I get some white, slightly transparent paper... Like packing paper... And then, the next day, along the blanket I got a whole box of it :D! Made some paper snow flakes as authentic ones are out of sight. 

I have a memory of clipping these with my grandma. Maybe it was the first time, maybe I was so amazed to see the result as we opened the folded flakes. One had to be careful not to accidentally clip the flake into pieces. I remeber how the paper felt. A light friction on my fingertips.