“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
The falling leaves drift by the window, the autumn leaves of red and gold, I see your lips, the summer kisses, the sunburned hands I used to hold… so sings Sinatra in Autumn Leaves – the great jazz standard – the perfect backdrop to the end of Autumn in Stockholm. The leaves, mostly golden now are signalling that it’s coming to an end and it will only take one swift wind to blow winter in to town.
The weekend heralded the most superb weather over here, a great reason for us to get out, cross the road and enjoy the forest that lies at our doorstep.
Rugged up, with a cup of take-away tea in hand, we set forth combining two of my favourite things, fall and crafting. We were on the hunt for gorgeous autumn leaves to turn into some fake stain glass windows or wrapping paper.
In the forest across the road there is a koloniområdet – a small lane way of cottages that people own. They are super cute, small and not winter proof, people usually use them during the spring/summer/autumn periods, you are not allowed to live in them, it’s just basically for people who live in city apartments but have a green thumb and a big desire to garden.
I love this area, it is like walking through a story book!
I’m at that really lucky stage of having kids young enough, not to realise how crap at crafting you really are. I’m a good preparer of crafts and a great creative director, however my own pieces come out on a par with my 3 year olds. All the enthusiasm, but it pretty much stops there.
You see, I come from a long line of women great at handicraft; they all can knit, do tapestries, make clothes, make art deco bags from 25, 000 glass beads, decorate cakes like you wouldn’t believe, do intricate crotchet work, make jam and lemon butter, the list goes on. I however, can play the trumpet. That’s it. That’s my only skill set. Give me a glue stick and I’m hopeless. Give me the Brandenburg Concerto and I’ll take a crack at it. Poor children. For the time being, my secret seems to be safe.
What’s more important, the end result or the journey taken?