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1 week and 1 day.
1 week and 1 day, sometimes thats all it takes for a crazy idea to become tangible reality. As I cycle around my favourite little hill side lake, it comes up again. That feeling, free and wide the world in front of me, cycling feels more like flying. “Why can’t I keep pedalling like that…
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How many times can you learn the same lesson?
Either we learn the lesson, or we’ll carry it with us, for as long as it takes to get it, wether it will be six or forty-four years or anything in between.
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Finding my words.
My head is bursting of ideas, but I don’t know yet how to put them into words. Sometimes they are so many and I forget to be patient with them. As my day goes towards an end I miss all the things I thought of instead of remembering all the things I did do. And…
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Growing through the last layers of snow.
Only when everything breaks down we can rebuilt freely and up to endless potential. Here I am two months later, which feel like an eternity. I am not the same. My life is not the same. Every thing exploded and I am growing the most beautiful existence I ever imagined. My words are shy, and…
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5 minutes a day are 30 hours a year.
“If only a week had 10 days” and “If I could add a few more hours into the day” Who isn’t guilty of thinking or saying something in those lines out loud at least a few times in their life? Doing more. We always feel like we have to do more of everything. More work,…
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3 bottles of wine and 1 jacket.
I forbid myself to start any new sewing projects. After a few weeks of overloading my inspiration sewing what felt like a thousand new items. I had to slow down, once more. And because I don’t seem to understand the concept of “just a little bit”. That meant all or nothing; too much sewing or…
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Focus and Freedom : How do you create your life?
Where do you set your priorities? How do you create your life? Focus on less and focus on it better. Not in these words, but with the same meaning, is one thing Marcus Aurelius mentions in his meditations. He has a point, of course he does, one that resonates with me. And maybe with you…
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Baby blue cashmere trousers, why compromise?
Why is there a compromise between fashion and comfort? Questioning the compromise between fashion and comfort while reinterpreting an old fashioned cashmere two piece.
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How to fill holes with starts.
About how to creatively mend moth-holes in cashmere jumpers, with colourful stars. While reflecting on the beauty of repairing imperfections. Finding ways to turn mundane tasks into noteworthy accomplishments.
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Holes in my jumper.
Snow on the roofs of the houses and your breath is following you like thick cloud of smoke. The nordic wind is howling all around. Suddenly you become aware of every tiny hole in your jumper that you could look over so far. But now they have become gateways for the icy air to enter…
kesityu. 