being selfish

Now that the cold season is definitely over, I have to get myself used to people again. Spent most of the weekend in Copenhagen, being completely knocked out by the masses of bodies moving everywhere around me. Lund is such a cosy little place, I'm simply not used to having strangers stepping on my feet and breathing on my neck anymore. Not that I ever really did... Anyway, you know what I mean, don't you...

The result was that I spend 4 days longing for my bed from 10 in the morning; pathetic.
As always, Yoga did the trick.

I just burped out another depressing assignment on the terrorist's mind; very intellectual and too philosophical as usual, and - worst and much to the despair of my teachers - I do mean my idealist ideas...

Now I'm free to relax into my monday-evening-occupation: running my fingers through some luxurious, deliciously soft Alpaca wool and transforming it into a gorgeous, extra-light and extra-warm cardigan just for me-me-me! After all the work for everybody else (pullovers, bears and countless mittens for the shop) I feel like I want to start wrapping myself in handmade purls and stitches.

Yay, call me grandma.