if i am not here you will find me on my veranda, or in the garden..
i am not able to describe how amazing the last days have been, FINALLY the spring warmth arrived and i have been staying outside from early morning until almost bedtime. this outside living makes me filled with such a deep sense of peace...of refreshment, gratitude and happiness.

on tuesday i went to visit my mother. she has started the season of working the fields now, first with preparing the soil for sowing wheat. since i knew she were working long and hard days i wanted to come to her home and make her a nice dinner and surprise her with doing some planting of new flowers outside their home. while i was outside planting i were sorrounded by wonderful and intense birdsong. my mother lives even closer to the forest than i do so it is quite a difference in which birds that one can see and hear there compared to where i live. we have of course also some of the same ones but it is always birds at her feeders that i don't have at ours.
a woodpecker were working quite closely to were i were doing the planting, what a hard worker he is! it felt quite special to spend time "together" with him...*smiling. several yellow butterflies (and one brown one) were also joining us. i had hoped to see the squirrel that is often visiting my mother's feeders but he were probably occupied with other adventures that day because i didn't see him.

despite that i am not knitting these days because of my arms i am keeping my yarns close.......*smiling!



I have been knitting so intensly the last week that i have to force myself into having a few days of non-knitting now before i finish what i am knitting on. My arms and neck badly needs it! It's so easy to get completely "carried away"...*smiling. My dear friend Anu gifted me some gorgeous yarn for my birthday and i decided to combine it with another yarn to get a "fluffy" look and feeling to it, and also to get the specific gauge that i needed for knitting the Petunia cardigan by Pam Allen.
I hugely look forward to get it finished so i can start wearing it!

These days i am "living" in my Sibella pullover, a favourite! I actually think that i need to knit myself a second one of this...*smiling.. Maybe one in ink blue...or maybe bottle green...

I am going to knit a cardigan for a dear and far away friend of mine later this spring. So excited to get to see which design, color(s) and yarn that she decides upon!

I am hugely enjoying Mandarine's podcasts. Earlier this year i knitted her hat pattern, it was such a lovely knit. And her pretty Canopy shawl is high up on my want-to-knit list!
Another pattern that is high up on my list is Gudrun Johnston's Belmont soooo pretty.

Happy weekend sweet ones,
with or without knitting in you hands!

“ribbing, moss, seed, and garter are all balanced and combine the yin and yang of knitting”      
-Stephanie Pearl-McPhee


Tea swap (now closed).

Sweet ones

It's time to invite you to a swap again

this time it is TEA...*smiling..
Here is how it goes:

-The swap is international, everyone can enter.
-I will put two and two of you into pairs, it is a direct swap: you will swap with the same person that sends to you.
-If you like to join in just send me your post address on
NOTE: If you have any specific likings/not likings, allergies or links to own blog/instagram/facebook that you would like to share with your swap partner write that with too.
-Sign up closes at end of thursday the 16'th of april and i will send you the info for your swap partner in the weekend. You are all free to take direct contact with your swap partner to decide upon the cost/amount together.

Ps: my pretty porcelain tea spoon is by Atelier Nausika.


My Nettie Christine mug (and a discount for you)

I want to introduce you to my newest mug, her name is Pink Ombré Paint Splatter Mug and she is from Nettie Christine. The girl behind Nettie Christine is the ceramicist Blyhte Kelley. She is such a bright, lovely and inspiring soul and i am very excited to tell you that you will get the opportunity to get to know more about her later this spring through a conversation blog post in here. When i first came across Blythe's work, through Instagram, one of the first things that caught my eye and attention were both the lovely name, Nettie Christine, and the beautiful logo with the bird. Like many of you already know i am very passionate about independent makers and i find it very interesting and inspiring to learn more about the maker and their creative process. So my satisfaction were big when i could actually get to read the story behind the name through her Etsy:

"The name I chose for my shop has a lot of meaning behind it. It's my great Aunt's name. When we first found out that my Aunt Chris was diagnosed with lung cancer, I was just starting my shop and contemplating a name. I had always loved my Aunt's full given name and thought how lucky she was and that she could use it for her own shop, if she ever had one. Then the idea hit me and I asked her if she would allow me to use it for my shop name and she said yes! How excited I was! So there you have it. And I hope to make her name great and known for a long time. :)"

I am madly in love with everything about my new cup...*smiling..


Blythe is kindly offering you 15% off at her Etsy shop with the use of the coupon code: ABIMH15. The coupon code will expire on Sept. 1st 2015. And for those of you, like me, who doesn't live in the States: Blythe will gladly setup your item for international shipping upon request....*smiling!!

Etsy, Instagram and Website.

All pictures are Blythe's own except for the last one which is my own.


A cup of tea, with Jordanna.

I am quite passionate about tea and because i hugely enjoy both drinking it and talking about it i have "sat down" together with some lovely tea drinking ladies and asked them a few questions about their relationship with tea.
This time it is the sweet Jordanna and i who are having our tea-time together.

V: Have you been drinking tea for a long time?
J: Ever since I was a little girl— probably four or five? My grandmother used to
make me what she called “angel tea”, which was black tea with a lot of milk, or
perhaps milk with a little bit of tea. She taught me the “proper” way of making
tea by warming the pot first, and all that. She showed me the enjoyment of
having a moment with your tea, and a beautiful china cup and simply enjoying
that moment.

V: What are your favourite teas?
J: I really love a traditional English breakfast, with a little milk and sugar. I’m
really quite boring that way. Lately though, as the weather starts to brighten a
bit, I like the freshness of this one that’s green tea with lemongrass and
spearmint— it’s so refreshing, even as a hot drink! As for novelty-teas,
DavidsTea makes this one that’s called Forever Nuts, and it tastes like a cup of
pie, or maybe granola. It’s wonderful.

V: Do you prefer loose tea or teabags?
J: Loose tea, although it’s definitely a hassle sometimes! I bring a tea bag with my
travel mug if I know I’m going to be out and about.


V: Where do you mostly buy your tea?
J: There’s a place called DavidsTea in Canada. I think it started in Toronto. In
any case, they’re all over the place now, and they have a huge variety of loose
leaf tea.

V: Something specific that you like to eat together with your tea?
J: Ohhhh a good scone, or a shortbread cookie. I also love these Swedish ginger
snaps called Nyåkers, which are amazing dipped in tea. The only downside is
they are often broken by the time they get to Canada!

V: Most times do you do something while having your tea?
J: Knitting, or reading, or writing. Sometimes just sitting with my fiancé and
talking in the morning. Reading is my favourite, though: a cozy spot, with a hot
cup and a good book is my idea of a perfect moment.


V: Do you often drink tea together with friends and/or family?
J: Most of my friends and family are far from me, but when we do meet, it’s
almost always for a cup of tea. I have a tea selection of teas I don’t even like for
when they come to visit me. :)

V: How does a typical "tea-day" look like for you?
J: Every single day of the week I wake up around 6.30-7 and make tea. It gets my
day going, it gives me a moment to just relax, wake up, and warm up
(especially this time of year). Sometimes I have another in the afternoon, while
I’m writing papers, or in the evening, relaxing with Adam. Right now I’ve got
these invisible braces for your teeth called Invisalign, and it means I can’t have
hot drinks while they’re in (22 hrs a day). It’s slowly killing me, I think. It takes
me ages to drink a cup, and I hate rushing it.

V: Which cup of the day do you enjoy the most and why?
J: Now that’s a difficult question! I don’t think I can really pick— I love them
both for different reasons: My morning, because it warms me, and wakes me,
and it’s just such a ‘cozy’ feeling having it. My day is all off if I don’t get to have
a morning tea. And the afternoon because it usually tastes better for some
reason. Maybe I’m paying more attention while I’m making it when I’m not
half-asleep still. It gives my day a little lift.

V: Do you have any favourite tea cups or mugs?
J: Oh, definitely. I use this green one almost every single day. It’s not even a
favourite mug for any esthetic or functional reason: it’s purely because I know
exactly the proportions of what goes in it. I switch to other mugs and
everything is haywire. But I really love this one, from my grandmother. Isn’t it
beautiful? The purple flowers make me smile every time. I had a mug with
Shakespearean insults all over, but it’s the only thing my cat will drink from, so
now it’s his water dish.


My strenght is trust.


“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” 

Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte    


Monthly quote: April.

“It was all unknown to me then, as I sat on that white bench on the day I finished my hike. Everything except the fact that I didn't have to know. That is was enough to trust that what I'd done was true. To understand its meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was, like all those lines from The Dream of a Common Language that had run through my nights and days. To believe that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.
How wild it was, to let it be.”

Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail.    

(inspired by the lovely Ruthie, from the wonderful blog raincloud & sage, i am going to join her in the beginning of every month with making a Monthly quote post in here. feel free to join in too...*smiling...).


A month of giving, day 31. Given to you by Jillian/The noisy plume (now closed).

The whole month of march will be a month of giving here at my blog!
 Thanks to 30 wonderful, generous, talented and OH SO kind women i have the HUGE pleasure and BIG joy of celebrating my 40'th birthday (which is on the 24'th) together with you all with having a feast of giving in here!

Every single day this month there will be given a new gift, made by one of these 30 giving and generous people. Together with each gift you will also get the pleasure of getting to know a bit about the maker/giver through some questions that they have answered. It has been such a blessing for me to read their sharings, i know you will LOVE it too!

Each gift post will be open for 5 days and the winner will be announced in here on the following day. Everyone are welcome to enter, the gifts will gladly be sent world wide.
I am so deeply touched by all the goodness, the blessings, that all of you who i have come to know through my blog, have gifted me so i can't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday...*smiling...


Vibeke: Are there a specific gift from your childhood that you will never forget?
Jillian: You know, I cannot recall receiving such a gift during my childhood.  My parents were always tremendously pragmatic gift givers — most gifts I received from them were useful, practical or educational.  They did give me a really lovely film camera when I graduated from high school which was developmentally essential for what I do as a living these days.


Vibeke: What are the most cherished gift that you have ever been given, and who was it from?
Jillian: My wedding ring is one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given.  I know how much work my husband put into the design and finding the right goldsmith to craft it for me.  It carries beautiful history, too, since the diamonds are from former rings that belonged to his aunt and his grandmother (who was beloved by all, just an incredible woman).  He is tremendously opinionated when it comes to engagement rings and wedding rings often stating that it’s a piece of jewelry that should reflect who the wearer is as a person.  My ring is utterly one of a kind.  When I wear it and look at it, I get a glimpse of how he sees me, and perhaps the very best things about myself become apparent to me and the terrible things about me are illuminated, too, which is also good because it means I get to work a little harder, every single day, at being the kind of woman he can be proud of.

Robert has given me many, many wonderful gifts from vintage Volkswagen vehicles, to an antique Italian cameo, to a handcrafted walnut bed for our refurbished Airstream trailer.  He, in and of himself, is my very greatest gift I’ve ever been given by God.  My truest best friend and life partner and a daily reminder and reason to rise up out of darkness and into the light.


Vibeke: Have you ever, as a child and/or a grown up, secretly opened a gift before you were "allowed" and wrapped it carefully back in again?..*smiling..
Jillian: Oh yes.  I was terrible about that as a child.  I still struggle with self-control, as an adult!  I love to sneak peeks.  I used to pick away at the corner of wrapping paper just to get a glimpse of what was inside so I could wager better guesses about the content of a present.  I’m ashamed just thinking about it!  This interview has become a confession!  Robert doesn’t let me see gifts until the moment he gives them to me so I don’t get a chance to snoop on his presents for me!

Vibeke: One of the most precious gifts that i can think of is acts of kindness...of compassion. It can be everything from getting help with a practical thing to a listening ear in difficult times. Have you been given a special act of kindness that you would like to share with us?
Jillian: I am gifted with kindness on a regular basis.  From wonderful packages that come by mail from people I hardly know to my best friends inviting me to eat dinner with them just across the fence line here where I live in Idaho.  Any time someone acts towards me in the fullness of their love language (touch, listening, gift giving, acts of service, words of affirmation, etc…) I try to recognize the trueness and depth of the act and appreciate it with all my heart.  We all give love in unique ways.  In my opinion, a really cool way to love others is to recognize their love language and GIVE to them in THEIR love language, instead of your own.  This is easiest if you actually know the person fairly well.

A really important gift I like to receive from others is simply acknowledgement that I am human and present — a wave from an oncoming driver when I am on a small highway in the mountains, a smile from a stranger while I’m selecting a cauliflower at the grocery store, eye contact as I pass someone on a sidewalk, a simple hello from a mountain biker when I am out trail running, strangers who are willing to stop and take the time to chat and connect.  I try to always offer that kind of acknowledgement to others and when they offer it to me first, it means the moon to me and really fills my soul with hope and love for humanity.
Vibeke: We are soon finding ourselves to be in the early stages of spring here in Norway now. A season that i am deeply in love with! Every single year it feels just as magical to me to watch how nature awakens back to full life again after a long, dark and cold winter. Spring is so generous in it's GIVING, a season filled with such growth, life and light.My last question for you is that i would love to learn which season that has a special place in YOUR heart and why?
Jillian: Springtime is completely magical.  UTTERLY magical!  It’s beginning to show itself here in Idaho as well.  The light stretches out like a sleepy cat in the evenings, the mornings are bright and warm, the mountain is brimming with bird song.  I’m completely romanced.  

I have to tell you I love and enjoy every single season but winter is my very favorite.  I like to ski, skate and be out in the snow.  I like cold air.  The colder the better.  I am Canadian.  It is in my nature to be at home in the cold. 

The color palate of winter, the white, grey and blue of it, I find cleansing and quiet-ing.  I like to wear layers and layers of clothing — it’s a way I feel I can cover and hide myself, protect myself from too much human stimulation in the world around me.  I’m strong, but I’m quite delicate in a lot of ways, and I feel winter landscapes match me that way.  I like how weak the sky looks in winter and the way the distant sun seems to be the only warm thing in the world and even then, it’s so very far away.  

Winters are a season of freedom for me, a segment of the year when I am able to spend time with my husband because work takes him away from me for six months out of the year.  The white and crystal and silence and wind falling all around feels like it insulates us from the world and we can grow together again after months and months of apartness.  We get to spend winter getting to know each other once more after summer pulls and stretches our relationship to a breaking point, at times.

It’s a season of restoration and recovery for me and for us -- a time of inwardness.  I learn the most about myself and life in the winter months.



My gift
Sterling silver earrings, rich with texture, featuring long drops of faceted chalcedony in a soft, washed denim hue.  These earrings are 3.5 inches in length, move beautifully and are easy wearing. 
May they go to the girl who needs them most!

If you want to enter in the drawing of Jillian's lovely gift just leave a comment under this post before the end of april the 4'th. And please do REMEMBER to put with your email address so i am able to contact you if you become the lucky one..*smiling... The winner will be announced in here on april the 5'th.

The best of luck to all of you
Jillian and me.

You can find Jillan here
Instagram: @thenoisyplume