the pictures above are striking for me personally, because neither is premeditated, staged, nor styled — yet somehow they are perfect. i brought the fruit with me and stayed at my mother's flat for the weekend. she made the crust for the pie. i always make someone else do it whenever possible. (the juice in the glass is rowanberry & apple, and look at the plate!)
the red cross seconhand store was good to me again, and the old ladies always give me a huge discount for being such a crafty girl. i bought the world's smallest crochet hook (well, not really, but #14 is pretty darn puny) and cotton to match, plus two japanese-style scarves, a blue one with sakura and butterflies, and a green, heavy-draping furoshiki cloth in a dotted wave pattern. they weren't the extra large silk scarf i was actually looking for but needful things nonetheless, i believe.
after that side-step, i hurried to the organic shop (lumo, which roughly translates as 'allure' and makes me fall in love with my native language once more, because you can imply so much with such little words..) to get more burt's bees lip balm because there was someone there introducing the brand to the clientelle (it hasn't really been available in finland before), but she didn't have the pomegranate one i love. i chatted with her for ages, which i never do but apparently the combination of very fave shoes and dress, and feeling good about my hair, despite having not only just washed it but used conditioner as well, making it like teflon and impossible to control, somehow completely changed my temperament. i still couldn't get miso either, but consoled myself with dish rags from kauniste. they had mushrooms on them, what was i to do? one for a homewarming present, one for me...
there was also the herring fair this weekend, where i scored a cutting board, the kind i've been wanting for years, with little blocks of oak adhered together so that the part that is cut across the grain is facing up. there is probably a simpler term for that, but i hope you know what i mean. it makes the cutting surface tough and lasting. i meant to buy honey but forgot, tasted lots of flavours though. buckwheat honey was especially nice, dark and robust. lingonberry honey had a light, floral aftertaste but felt too sweet for me, but i can see why it was an award-winning variety.
i met a guy i know from days of old, and we went for coffee and tea and pastries and babbled on and on. i'm glad we ran into each other, i felt like we were both in a same kind of place in our heads and needed a refreshing occurrence like that, smoothly flowing, nonsensical, but uplifting. at least i hope he felt like that, too.
moonrise kingdom finally rose to our northern latitudes, and i shelled out more euros than ever thought would, to go see it in the cinema (eleven. seriously, it's not even funny anymore.) the movie was perfect, it had everything in it, except mushrooms, although i did take this picture right outside the theater afterwards:
i followed the winding trail of fungi on spots of grass through parks and playgrounds to mill hill, where there is an arboretum, an orchard, and gardens of both flowers and vegetables. i picked fallen apples, some pears and a plump, lone plum from the ground. i sat on a bench among the flowers in blinding sunset light, breathing in exotic fragrances. i even nicked a strawberry from the elementary students' kitchen garden (they also grow the hugest kales and cabbages, i wish i knew their secret!) and on my way out meandered under the douglas firs, smelling the sappy, fallen cones and looking for more mushrooms. most of the porcinis had the blight or were otherwise suspiciously malformed, but i took one to go.
for dinner i had a microwave veggie burger, half a bag of crisps, and licorice pudding. the latter is something i eat only on occasion, it's a childhood thing. (okay, so they didn't have the licorice flavour back then, but it's one of the few without gelatine.) also, i think it may be part of the reason why kids today don't quite know where milk comes from, but you be the judge...
twin peaks is on TV again, and it is looking so fresh out of the blue... i watched it the first time around (over twenty years ago! excuse me while i utterly freak out over this realization), when it was completely contemporary. the re-runs have seemed so dated and nostalgic, and now this, what is going on? maybe it's seeing those actors all babyfaced again, after watching them in other roles these past years.
moonrise kingdom had a major impact on me as well, but i am not yet ready to talk about that. wait for it... all i can say now is that i always love the things i knew i would love the most best. and i am inspired. oh, i am...
so, all of this happened on one day, saturday to be precise. each thing on its own would have been enough to make me giddy, all at once it turned into a bit of delirium.
