woke up at six here at the cottage yesterday morning. The mist was visible and made magic landscapes like this:
I love getting outside right away, bringing my coffee mug and knitting.
I brought with me all my dad’s woodcarving from home to put up here at the cottage. It fit in better in this interior than at my house. Here I am hanging up a rug that comes from my great-grandmother’s farm so it might have been woven around 1900. That means the colours must come from nature dyes and that they must have made yarn and dyed it – if not at the farm itself, so at least it’s a great possibility it was done locally. Dad made the carved top for it .