Well, we survived the summer and I find myself breathing a big sigh of relief with the arrival of autumn. Temperatures are cool and comfortable, the leaves are starting to change, and the light is beginning to fade, already taking on a twilighty feel that make the autumn and winter days in Sweden feel magical. Continue reading
Well, the renovations are done, and life is slowly getting back to normal. Sort of. A couple of big developments. 1. We bought a plot of land. Woohoo! 2. We’re going to be heading to the States next week to visit family there. Well that’s not so much a big development as it is a disruption of the Daily Routine. Continue reading
Greetings from Stockholm’s finest Hidey Hole!
Also known as my apartment that is currently going through “changes.” Which is my creepy and perhaps inappropriate way of saying we’re renovating. Given that we’re hoping to move sooner rather than later, we figured it was high time to fix the apartment’s problems that we’ve been putting off for basically forever. Mostly some smaller jobs here and there, but the more disruptive bits involve repainting the spare room and tearing out the hallway closets and replacing them with new closets that have decidedly less ’60s retro flare. Continue reading
Since the last post was about cats, of course we had to move on to dogs next. Otherwise, the house pet cat/dog continuum would implode and existence as we know it would be fuzzed beyond recognition.
Dogs and man go way back. The earliest domestication of dogs is dated to about 30,000 years ago in Eurasia. It’s theorized that tamer wolves hung around humans eating scraps of food, which ultimately led to their domestication and, thus, doggies.
So it shouldn’t be surprising that dog mythology abounds among ancient civilizations. Continue reading
I’ve always considered myself a cat person. When I imagine myself in my elder years, I see myself as the crazy lady that pushes a cat around in a pram. Assuming the cat would stay in the pram of course, which it probably wouldn’t. But hey, realism isn’t a requirement in my daydreams.
So I thought, “What fun to do a post about the magical nature of cats.” Because there is a magical nature to cats. I’m thinking ancient Egypt and their worship of the almighty kitty. Stuff like that. Little did I realize that the research would lead to me having to read about all the horrible things people have done to cats through the ages in the name of magic and superstition. And I had a moment of regretting my choice.
Then that made me grumpy. Because cats are awesome. Cats are magical. So I decided to press on and see if I could put together a post about the magical nature of cats that didn’t make me hate humans. Continue reading
I love bells. As a teenager, I used to wear a string of bells hanging from my waist. I wore them mostly because I liked their harmonious tinkling. But I think I also wore them because it made me feel like I had a foot in another time. A time where, perhaps, it wasn’t so odd for a girl to be wearing multiple mismatched skirts adorned with a string of bells. I didn’t really care that it probably portrayed me as odd in the here-and-now.
Hanging bells from one’s clothing is nothing new. Originally, it was done for protection from evil spirits. Bells have also been worn to help cure the sick, the cursed, and to assist in childbirth. In the Old Testament, the High Priest’s robes were adorned with golden bells. Continue reading