Hellooo! So much has happened – I don’t know where to start… and yet it’s still pretty much the same as always – just without any cats now.
I co-own a summerhouse with my mum now, since this summer.
It’s on the island Samsø – midway between our respective homes – there’s a ferry going there from either side of the island. It’s an old farm house, which has protected land with state-employed cows and sheep to graze it, and some woods on both sides and the stony beach is just down the hill… absolutely lovely nature but also: we can’t build a bleeping wood shed because it’s against the nature protection regulations.
We can see the sea and the sunset over the next island over, from the house… and we can see the harbour porpoises play in the strait on quiet days. There are so many lovely hiking trails along the coast and through the hills. It’s super windy most of the time and disturbingly full of ticks in summer. The house has a lot more room for people to visit than my flat, but it takes hours to get there.
The house got a new roof this year. We also got a fancy rainwater fascine out front – that works like a reverse well, keeping rain water off the surface while it finds its way slowly back into the ground (A needed climate change adaptation, the road has washed away twice already in heavy rains). Next step is making two bedrooms upstairs habitable, so we can have more visitors. There’s currently 3 bedrooms downstairs.. which limits how many guests we can house for more than a day trip… and as I said it takes hours to get there, so you kinda want to stay there for a while when you finally get there. It has a good interwebs connection, so I can actually go there and work from home for a few days… if I can just concentrate on the work with all the nature going on outside.


I started making pottery again last semester. I used to do a lot of it when I was still young and innocent, but then I moved abroad and got too busy, and too tired to do anything outside of work really…
So, now I have decided I have to make the time for it, and then a pottery school opened up on the next street corner from my home – it was obviously meant to be.
Turns out I still love everything clay, and I am again – slowly - getting the hang of it. Some things appear to have changed while I was off doing non-clay things. I used to spend hours kneading clay, but apparently that is no longer a thing… you just use it straight out of the bag now, bought pre-kneaded they tell me… I am sceptical about this, but then the other new thing is that there are SO many lovely and cheap colours of underglazes and slips to play with… it’s not 50 shades of brownish glaze that comes out somewhat randomly anymore. I have had so many things I thought had turned out quite nice in the first round get ruined by a glaze that decided to behave randomly weird in the last firing. – That still happens, but not quite as much.




I have also been trying to be crafty in the knitting and visible mending of fabric departments. I even have the pictures to prove it… I am not good at that – the repairs, especially, end up rather lumpy… but another thing I have decided to do is to just keep trying to do the things again and again if they aren’t perfect because… If I’m not good at it, it can only get better – right? I used to give up when my perfectionism wasn’t satisfied with first results… and then how could you ever improve?





So, that has to be enough typing and uploading pictures for now, happy new year peeps! Hugs all around!



































































































































































