I hope this finds you all well. Thank you for all your well wishes and welcome back for a whole new year of knitting and crochet and possibly other crafts as well.
Yesterday I woke up early, took my girl to the airport, saw her go through the security, waved and sent kisses her way, and drove back home. Today is the last day of Christmas, the tree is gone and the various Christmas items that were scattered around the house are put away to wait for the next season. I have cleaned the fridge and the cookie jars; I noticed that there are still plenty of chocolates left, yum! I spent most of the day sorting out the house yesterday and after all was done, I made myself a huge cafe latte, lit up all the candles both outside and inside, took a deep breath and sat away in my deep thoughts for some time. It was like after a long while, I had finally time to listen to my thoughts and arrange my head, sort of in the same manner I managed the house.
Snowy roads up northI thought about the way we celebrated Christmases few years ago and how the celebration has changed. When the girls were little, things were different, everything was intense and full of managing various circumstances and constantly adjusting. I could not picture then how everything would shape up when all of them were adults. I loved those past Christmases, but I do love the way they are now too. I enjoy having the company of my adult girls and doing things with them, and while other meaningful traditions fade away, new ones surface and everything is good and all right.
Cold cottageThis was very busy Christmas season with the family and with the short trip we took up north. Good kind of way busy, but I have not had much time to think about New Year's resolutions nor themes for the coming year. I have not yet listed my goals, knittingwise or other. The turn of the year sort of flew by and here I am on the other side, sort of feeling like having loose ends that would need to be tied and then I could start enjoying 2016. This blog post will do as a turning point.
Below freezing insideI am not sure if I need to make that many changes or resolutions, I am very much happy with everything the way it is. What I wish to be able to do more, is to knit. I have had a few quiet years; I have been knitting steadily something most of the time, the process has been peaceful and quiet, but now I am thrilled to be seated with needles. I guess, the short way to put this, would be to say that the mojo has come back! Yesterday I was watching Susan B. Anderson's videocast, and it was like getting a very strong shot of inspiration. I wish I had been able to reach out to her and tell her right there and then, how very much I enjoyed seeing her socks and sweaters and listen her talk about various yarn-related issues.
Frozen window inside the cabinThe trip was a good one. This old cottage has belonged to my father and his brothers, they built it together eons ago and I have been coming here since the 60's. The cottage is in need of repairs and much of the time spent there, we made plans and discussed about the future of the place. When I first came to this area, there was almost nothing, I was 4 years old and I still remember the souvenir doll I got from the trip. Ever since the place has been growing and now it is a holiday resort. Our small cottage is situated in the quiet part of the village, there are few other ones that have been there since the very beginning. The holiday resort is next to the national park and over the years we have been both skiing and trekking there.
On the first morning, I was surprised when loud yapping caught my attention.
Husky & Co Saariselkä
Pirkon Pirtti, Saariselkä
Funny thing happened, we (DH and I) thought that there would be very dark since we were so north, but it was not, even the nights when the sky was cloudy, there was light, the pure snow glowed in the darkness and we never needed flashlights when returning to the cottage. We re-entered the civilization fully rested, and oh the joy...
... and no need to wake up in the middle of the night, when the wind is howling (it was extremely windy while we were there), the fire has died out, the cottage air feels little bit brisk, and wonder if you can hold on until the morning or if you should gather the courage, find the wools, open the cottage door, look out into the darkness and step outside along the small path that runs through the snow to the outhouse... I have a vivid imagination and you cannot believe the stories I had running through my head on these dark nightly ventures or the creatures I thought I saw among the trees. I practically run all the return way and banged the door closed relieved when back in the cottage warmth. Nevertheless, I loved it all, every single moment, and would, of course, go back in a heartbeat.
Wool with you,
(PS. I usually don't feed the reindeer, occasionally I might take outside some apples and salads, but very seldom. I had to enable comment moderation as I have been getting so much spam lately, I hope this is not too inconvenient to you.)