Back at it

It has been VERY quiet around here for the last couple of months! I hereby put an end to it. There has been a lot of things in the making over the last months, and now is the time to start sharing them. A hint: Look for #finelittledaybook on Instagram.

The painting above is closely connected to that hint, in ways that i will soon present here. Through recent projects, I have discovered one of the finest combinations ever - water colour and cross stitches. It might turn into a small collection of prints...

The year of Lupins

I have a distinct feeling they are growing more than ever this summer.


Some phone-shots from a recent road trip in the mining district north of my town. The area - Nordmark, north of Filipstad in Värmland - is an old cultural landscape with numerous landmarks from a faded golden era. 

The first mines were founded here in the 1600s, but not much remains to this day. We passed by many abandoned mining towers and deteriorated homes. The ruins are both beautiful and somewhat romantic - but everything about them is also incredibly sad. It is of course a logic progression in a globalized economy. This place is not useful anymore. But what about the people who get left behind? I get the feeling that some parts of the countryside is slowly sinking back into the great forests. We have an issue of segregation going on between the urban and the rural areas in Sweden. This is a theme that I keep coming back to in my art-making, and I think it needs to become even more prominent in future projects.

Going on undirected road trips in the countryside is one of my favourite pastimes, but the reason for this particular trip was that I had seen a Blocket-ad about a postman's bicycle! I bought it.  
No more wobbly bike rides to my studio on a jam-packed racer. This suits the purpose better. I happen to carry a lot of stuff around.

And lastly, talking of rides. This car. Spotted by the old ironworks. A proper raggarbil! Have you seen the movie Slim Susie? It could well be the same one.

Bird cherry cordial

Makes 2,5-3 litres of concentrate


50 bird cherry flower sprays
1,5 litres water
1,5 kilos caster sugar
50 grams citric acid
2 organic lemons, washed and sliced


1. Clean and rinse your glass bottles with a pinch of sodium benzoate dissolved in hot water. Rinse the flowers well in cold water. 
2. Bring the water to boil and mix in the sugar and citric acid.
3. Put the flowers and sliced lemons in a bowl, bucket or pot that can be sealed quite tightly. Pour over the hot sugar mixture, stir it and cover it up.
4. Store the mixture in a dark and cool place for about 4 days. Stir it gently once a day. 
5. Next, line a jug or bowl with a straining bag and use a soup ladle to put everything into it. Squeeze the bag at the end to gather up all the liquid. Pour into the clean bottles.

Store in the fridge.

Dilute 1/4 concentrate with 3/4 water, or to your liking :)

Tip: Take 25 ml gin, 25 ml bird cherry cordial, top up with soda water, garnish with sliced lemon. It is SO good.

Picking bird cherry

There is an old saying, that the cobbler takes his summer holiday between the blossoming of the bird cherry and that of the lilac - because it is the most delightful time of the year. I totally go along with that.

So, this spring, me and my friend Linnéa got the idea to try making three different flower cordials. There is the obvious and classic elder flower, but we will also go for bird cherry and lilac, using the same method.

We picked the flowers and made the mixture yesterday, and now it will have to "brew" for four days in a cold and dark place before we can see how it turns out. I will share the result as well as the recipe here soon!

L/R Residency, part 3

A tour around Klungtveit house. 

It had this typical summer house feeling about it, with an eclectic collection of furniture, books, porcelain, old clothes and other things. Just the kind of place I like to stay in.

L/R Residency, part 2

Settling in at Klungtveit farm. It was a strange experience to come out into the vast nothingness of this faraway place, discovering that there was no outcome at all for the stress and speed I brought with me from the city. Here, I had all the time in the world for doing what I wanted - I will keep coming back to time and the use of it. 

So, the first days was all about slowing down. Took time to discover the place inside and out. Sitting down at the mountainside in the sun, looking at the view, drinking instant coffee, carving on a piece of wood, winding a tangled skein of yarn, doing nothing. And after a while, starting to work on the projects I wanted to do.