a corner of my own

I have a corner of my own in our new house! Sewing machine, patterns, books and fabrics are at last getting proper space.

The Torhild Corner

Us moving from Solna/Stockholm to Uppsala has been an enormous journey.  I am exhausted by all the planning, packing, unpacking of boxes but finally we are landing (that is why the blog has been so neglected, sorry). Still though every room is a mess…

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criminal act

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birch bark, heritage, Jämtland, Morjärv, näver

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.

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.

But I had to pay, in blood.

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

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).

Näverväska, bag made of birch bark