Why buy things, when you when you can make them? Or throw them out when you can change them. That’s one of my mottos, and the reason why I do so many things.
It´s an environmental issue, but it's also a sense of history and pride. Many generations live in my house, through the things they once collected, even though the persons are long gone. Some of them look like they did at the time, like my great-grandmothers rocking chair. Others have a new life in different colors and fabrics. Some things have a totally different purpose. Like my husbands grandfathers straw goats, that found a new life as a tree topper in the kitchen Christmas tree. Or the plastic 1960th Christmas colored table runners, that became beautiful Christmas decorations on our bathroom mirrors.
Those two chairs in the picture are the same kind. The left one isn’t quit finished yet, it still needs a few stitches, but you get the idea. I didn’t like our dining room chairs, and then I found the most adorable of adorable fabrics filled with beautiful elephants. That solved the problem, and of course an old mattress. Maybe I make a video of it someday. Now and then you see a glimpse of my dining room in the cookbooks.
One of the most common questions I get it; How did you make this? That’s another reason why I write.
Read the first three chapters in my books
Vinden ven med ett öronbedövande ljud runt huset, ett komplext och skrämmande ljud. I bakgrunden fanns ett otäckt susande som aldrig riktigt slutade. I förgrunden knakade och tjöt det i takt med att hela huset skallrade, vilket skapade ett olycksbådande dovt ljud. Vinden fick huset att kränga och vrida sig, som om det försökte skydda sig genom att röra sig i ryckiga kvidande rörelser.
I first met him on a bright summers day, when I almost stumbled over him. He was just a few feet away from our front porch, a tiny little rugged Pica Pica; or Eurasian magpie as he’s more commonly called.
He looked at me with his big, black eyes and he wasn’t scared. When I took a few steps away from the porch, he turned around and walked towards a pile of wood, that my husband had… more
She sat there staring through the airplane window. It was blue sky as far as Helena could see – no other planes, no nothing. If she leaned towards the window, she could see the clouds down below. It was the perfect weather for traveling.
"What are we doing here?" she quietly asked herself. "Is this crazy?"
Helena gazed at her seven-month-old baby boy, soundly asleep in her arms… more