a new year

I missed a’couple days on the blog. We spent a lot of time with my brother and everyday ended with all of us on the sofa watching crime programs, insisting we could’ve solved the murders in half the time and judging the suspects. Eating christmas sweets and delicious meals.
When the end of my time in Denmark rolls around i start to slow down, unsure i want to go home and whether the long travels back and forth are worth the heartache when i have to say goodbye. Its the time i feel the most uncertainty about living in America. But i fear that Denmark in the long wrong would plain bore me to death, but on the other hand — seeing family whenever i felt like it .. that’d be something i’ve never had before. Being in a place where nothing happens and nothing is trying to kill me… And eating the only food that i love. Excluding Whataburger and Mexican food… because both are life.

living room with christmas tree
lovely living room
cup of tea
danish tea in the morning, thats how a morning should begin

In the last few days we visited my sisters house and took a walk in the woods together. After plodding around the back woods we went back to her place and watched a horror film before going home to New Years Eve dinner at my parents house. I don’t really enjoy going much around the holiday season. I’d rather chill, have good food and then end the night with a movie. Im a slow going soul.

full selfie
movie time

I missed half the film we were watching because outside the window was a heavy pink beam slipping through the window panes. I looked at Jack and he smiled.
“I know. Go on.” He said as i grabbed my bag and ran into the late afternoon.
It was such a beautiful sundown, she slid behind the trees and kissed the little lake at the bottom of my sisters garden through gnarled branches. So ofcourse, i missed the climax of the film as well as the end. I took pictures and filmed with whatever battery life i had left — which wasn’t much. When i was done i just sat for a while. Just Denmark and Me. Nothing had to be said or cried about. No worries at all in my pocket. I just wanted to be alone with the sun rolling away.

selfie
that wind swept look

New years day was a really lovely day. Relaxed and quiet.  My brother bought a huge box of fireworks and for the first time i fired some as well. Fireworks kinda freak me out with the loud noises and disturbing the peace, but i really enjoyed having my brother encourage me and stand with me as i lit the fuse. Little moments slowly restore a lost faith in humanity. Jack ran around in boots and a cowboy hat Yeehawing as he lit rocket after rocket, he wore clothes too… just FYI.

new year eve table
family dinner on new years eve

I wont lie and say that i’m happy to be home. I’m not. I’m happy to be around my own things, and excited to get classes started and over with. Obviously im desperately dreading going back to work everyday, as everyone does, but partly for me its because i know if i worked a little harder and focused a little more; i could be making some money selling books on whores and poetry.
However, ultimately, i miss Denmark like hell. I always do but this time was the hardest it’s ever been to get up and leave, to say goodbye. I watched our journey in flight and as the plane icon ebbed away from Billund i felt like my heart was going to hollow in my foot forever. Waving goodbye to my parents at the airport was awful. I smiled and waved but behind the scenes, when we were all out of sight, was Jack picking me up and wiping a flood of tears away. Because leaving my mother — is the worst.

Today we’ve been catching up on post and getting shopping because all we had in the fridge was a lonely beer. On the way to walmart the familiar country tunes sang at their lungs with new meaning. So this song, that to me today now has a face, i dedicate to my Mor.

I wish you a grand new year, and i hope you make good like changes instead of bad resolutions you can’t keep.

som et forbrændt gud ude i baghaven

Det er allerede søndag aften og jeg er slet ikke klar til at gå på arbejde imorgen tidligt. Jeg har lyst til at blive hjemme og lave alt andet. Næste uge (uge 48) er det Thanksgiving — det vil sige at vi får 4 fri dage og det bliver super, men ellers er Thanksgiving ikke rigtig noget jeg går op i. Weekenden har været stille og roligt. Vi tog en tur til Wally world (Walmart) for at købe en ny ApplyTV. Det viste sig at vi kan se DR på den og der er desuden også dansk radio. Det hjælper lidt på hjemveen. Nu kan jeg lade som om Danmark er lige uden for fordøren selvom det er circa 5000miles/8046km væk.

Her til aften sidder jeg og strikker julegaver til nogen native american børn i South Dakota imens vi ser Miami vice. Olielamperene er tændt.  Jeg er også midt i et projekt som er  jule-gave til migselv fordi det er alt for sjælen at jeg laver noget til mig. Jeg har kun en sweater og nogen handsker. Resten bliver givet væk eller solgt.

Desværre er det ikke tit jeg skriver dansk på bloggen. Hvis jeg skal være ærligt er det fordi jeg føler mig  intimideret. Det er svært for mig at erkende at jeg ikke er god til mit eget sprog… især når jeg er så god til Engelsk. Det har altid irriteret mig men det er åbenbart sådan det skal være. I må tilgive mig mine fejl.

a quiet thought of homesickness

søndags vasketøj
mit lille arbejdshjørne hvor jeg skriver, redigere mine film og billeder.
min fredspibe og medicine pouch fra New England.
vinter er på vej
det smukke træ der står som et forbrændt gud ude i baghaven
et naturlig portræt

 

whats coming to etsy…

I know i’ve been talking about getting things on etsy and nothing has come of it, but i’ve just been so incredibly busy. Having said that i can finally show most of what is going up on Etsy when i find the time to load it. I’m also currently working on the Troldmand sweater but theres still a sleeve and the rest of the body to go. Anyway, you can check out my mini autumn collection below.
Let me know what you think!

Shetland Sweater , Sommer Hus Sweater, Jordgrub sweater, Calamity Jane Blanket scarf and Astrids Collar.

the grønland sweater

Hey folks and a happy Saturday! !
I’ve been consumed in my knitting over the last weeks. I only wanted to  learn to knit so i could make sweaters and socks, that was the whole point and i felt like giving up so many times, but Jack told me to keep at it. So after years of knitting random pointless things, swearing and tearing my hair out — i’ve finally arrived at my goal. And thus its no surprise that i’ve been living with my needles full of new projects recently. This is the grønland sweater knitted with 100% roving yarn in ice and stone — my 3rd sweater this year! And i’m pretty excited because its my first real yoke sweater! It’s knitted from the bottom and upwards. I made up the pattern myself. What do you think?