Franska byssor

Kolla, jag har sytt!
Nej, jag skojar. Jag kollar in fina franska barnkläder från wowo.
Franska barnkläder är det finaste. Snygga snitt som man inte hittar här hemma så ofta, romantiskt, välklätt. Och visserligen könssterotypt och opraktiskt, men på ett tusen gånger charmigare sätt än till exempel italienska eller amerikanska könsstereotypa opraktiska kläder. Tycker de är underbara. Vill hänga i en lekpark i Paris och bara fotografera alla vackra barn. (Som dessutom ofta är mörklockiga istället för tunnhårigt blonda) Vill äga allt. Vill sy, så klart.

Såna här byxor måste ju vara jätteenkelt att sy? Undrar hur ryggen ser ut. Nån som vet?

Waiting room

Sitting at home, waiting for the baby to make up her mind on when she's going to come out. Fine with me. I'm not in a hurry. Weather is fantastic and I have plenty to do.

I'm sewing some final items -  meaning the final things that we think she might need. An overall suit, a hat to match, the new bugaboo cover (yes, still), a little crochet cardigan (which is turning out very hippie stylish), a nursing bag to match the stroller. 

And them lets see what else she'll turn out needing once she's here and can give us some feedback.

My gut feeling tells me she'll turn out to have a big, big need for wonderful little French outfits. I have some very cute fabrics that scream "Pleeease, please make me into a tiny little wonderful super impractical dress!" everytime I look at them. And I can't bear things that scream. I just want everybody to be happy..!

I can't show any of the stuff I made since my boyfriend has our only camera, so I'll just share some of my french dreams with you.

Hot guys at the Louvre

I can't help being very found of the Hugh Grant-type of man. And look- he existed for some time!


This guy has been silently watching you from the other side of the café. He slips a note on your table on his way out- it has a poem on it, but no phone number. You didn't notice him before, but now You have to go to the café again and again, to see if he is there. He's not. Who is he? What's the thing with that statue he carries? Perhaps he's just a weirdo, but suddenly you can't help daydreaming about him.


He's just a guy in your class, he's nice and serious and quite smart. Not your type. A bit of a geek (seriously- the haircut!), but he could become a good friend. You and he need to finish this team work this week, but suddenly you realize that every time your eyes meet you get all warm and fuzzy inside and you forget what you just were about to say.


He's taking such good care of his daughter every time you see them in the park, she is always well dressed and seem to be such a sweet girl and you can't help but being impressed by a father who can make braids. Is the mother dead? Did she abandon them? Is there place for a new woman in his life? He never meets your eyes, though you always try to make him see you.


You're at a party, you and that guy are sitting in a corner. You want to talk, hoping to snoggle, you want more, but he's a Guy With A Guitar. He plays song after song - at first imitating his heroes, but then he plays you a song that he's written himself, it's terrible and banal and he has his eyes closed and you realize that he is not even trying to impress you, he is just in love with the image of himself as a guy with a guitar and a girl with sparkling eyes listening to him. You excuse yourself when the song is finished, he's looking up, surprised and annoyed, you run to the kitchen for another glass of wine and someone who can rescue you.

A Dream come true

Once in 2002 I didn't buy a dress. Not buying that dress has been haunting me ever since. Ooh, I wanted it badly. But I didn't have that money.

So I've been looking for it on e-bay, even found it once, but it became too expensive.

But since Paris I own a piece of the fabric! Another brand (how does that work, anyway? Do they just license a certain fabric for a few years? And where is this magic fabric warehouse!?) and another color, but it's THE car fabric! MY car fabric!

Now - what do I do with it?

By chance I had bought another piece, same colors and same quality, an hour before i found it.
Perfect match. A little dress perhaps? How's that?

A Paris fairytale: part 1

New kid on the block

Yes, perhaps I look like a leaf.

You have a problem with that, ey?

Do you?

You took a good look at yourself recently, ey?