criminal act

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I am guilty of theft. I have stolen birch bark, näver in swedish, from a cut down birch in the middle of the forest. So the criminal act was tiny.

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I have been thinking of collecting birch bark for a long time but I haven’t known how and where to do it. Eventually I just decided to try, inspired by some russian web tutorials.

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But I had to pay, in blood.

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I really hope the birch bark is enough and collected in such a way that I will be able to make something of it.

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Näver

I have an heritage to take responsible of. My grandmother Ethel Sandberg, living in the small village Morjärv in the far north of Sweden, was a fabulous craftsman. She worked a lot with birch bark, unfortunately I do not have a single piece made by her hands.
But I happened to come across a beautiful little bag at a flee market in Gåxsjö for which I payed almost nothing: 50 swedish kronor (about 4 pounds).

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Näverväska, bag made of birch bark

suffering from a LQS depression

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After two hours shopping with my daughters I am suffering from a LQS depression, that is a Low Quality Shopping depression which has occured after visiting shops such as H&M, Cubus, Kappahl and Lindex. The items found all look the same: Soft, stretchy, simple and quickly sewn by some poor workers in India or Pakistan.
The LQS depression hits me hard and makes me so sad. Do the companies think we are babies in need of pyjamases? And the prices!? It should be impossible to make clothes so cheap!
Thank God for all the flee markets, second hand- and vintage shops.
Look what I found at the Red Cross in Strömsund in Jämtland and do notice the stitches in the collar! Who would have the time and energy to do that today?

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And look what I found in the tiny village Hallviken, also in Jämtland:

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Please, think twice before you buy garbage, otherwise you might end up with a LQS depression and also give the textile industries money and arguments to continue using people as slaves.

my fingers survived

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I found some old casings for the doors in our summer house Ede Skans in Hammerdal, Jämtland.

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The casings are broad and very beautiful and I had the idea to make a frame.

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But I wanted it to be oval, which gave me a great deal of trouble.

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I made a model of paper to get the angles right.

Then I went to my husband’s cousin Hans Olofsson in Hammerdal. He has been renovating the vicorage with a fabolous result.

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He has got loads of tools. A sawing machine as well of course which I used.

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Oh dear! It felt extremely dangerous but I managed to handle the saw, with a lot of help, and I have all my fingers left.

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View over the lake from the sawing machine

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