This and That....

I thought I'd post a few pictures of some projects I've done over this past summer. Here is our grandson, Ari, wearing a little Icelandic-style cardigan which I knit for him. It's made from Sandnes yarn, in a lovely variety called Mini Alpakka. I'm also working on two cabled vests right now, one for Ari and one for big-brother Axel. They're being worked in a denim-coloured cool-wool Merino by Lana Grossa.
Hopefully, they'll be done for Christmas! !

Mormor loves her little sweeties!!!

I've also been hand-stitching some blocks on my second Dear Jane project, called "Kaffe Meets Jane"! It's been a colourful process and really fun, as well! I now have 27 blocks completed. There was a time when I would never have dreamt of putting all of these wonderful shades together in one quilt, but then, never say never!!


I'm also in the process of adapting a table-runner pattern from the talented Norwegian designer, AnnAka, into a door-hanging for my Mom.


Mom lives at a care-facility and during my recent visit with her, I thought it would be nice to make a quilt for her door with her name on it. Lots of the residents have difficulty finding their way back to their rooms, as all the doors look alike!
I actually have the same problem myself, when I visit with Mom!! ;o)
After I get this completed, Mom and her neighbours will know exactly who lives behind the door with the roosters on it!! Stay tuned for the finished results!!


Well, this post was definitely
a bit of this and a bit of that!
I'll sign off with pictures
of my parents from this past
March 4th, on their 62nd
anniversary.
I think they're such sweet
photos....
They look so happy with
the flowers I sent them.
I chose matching bouquets
of red and white,
the national colours of both
Canada and Denmark.

In Loving Memory of My Dad

My Dad passed away peacefully on August 18th, at the age of 87. He was just so very tired and needed to rest. Surrounded by his family, I know he felt our love and our presence, both physically and spiritually. I miss him so much.
My Dad immigrated to Canada in 1951 with my Mom and my older brother and sister. A huge under-taking, he wanted a better life for his family, to start fresh in the "land of plenty". They endured many hardships, it wasn't easy to leave family and friends and create a whole new existence. He loved to tell about the time he walked twenty miles to apply for a job after arriving in Canada. He was hired, even though there wasn't really a position. The foreman thought he was very persistent and deserved a chance.
My Dad taught me so very much, things that I sometimes take for granted. He instilled in me his love of music, nature, books. He taught me to work with my hands. To create things from simple materials. To never waste anything, as we were "priviliged to live such a good life".
I can still smell the fresh-cut sawdust and apples baking over the wood-stove, as we built doll furniture together in his workshop when I was a child. Later in life, the wonderful blackberry wine that we created from fresh-picked berries, fragrant and sweet. Sockeye salmon, home-smoked, with just a hint of bay leaf. The thick, golden honey from his bee-hives.
I'll never forget these things.
And he loved his family. Especially all of the little ones that gave him so much joy. He would hold them in his arms and just stare down into their faces, in total awe of their innocence and sweetness.
I will always keep that picture in my mind.
And my Dad was a brave man.
He fought courageously with the Danish Resistance Movement during World War II. He never spoke of it until recently, but it must have left many scars, all of the horrible things he experienced, the suffering he saw. He hid those scars well.
My Dad was my hero.
He could do anything and he could fix anything.
He made me feel safe.
I'll miss you so much, Dad.
Thank you for everything.
Until we meet again.....

"Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there."

-Isla Paschal Richardson