My mother – the florist – gave me tulips. I don´t have a large vase so I use one of our tea pots.
I am slowly orienting towards renovation. I found these old newspapers under our tiled roof. Thinking about year 1943 troubles me.
Prints hanging in the living room. The left one is a lithograph by a russian artist Alexander Paischeff my boss gave me as a first Christmas present many years ago. He´s still my boss though. The right print we bought from Stockholm a year ago. It reminds me of Ophelia.
Middle gray yarn is my favourite kind. All about melange.
My old vase (in front) got a companion on Christmas. I love the new one even more because it´s so clumsily – yet beautifully- painted.
New mittens in the progress.