When I was a child, I wanted my name to be something else. Something more adventures, something that would make you think of girls who lived in forests, who could speak to animals and who were never afraid of the dark. For a while I thought of myself as Tusnelda (a rather weird and quirky danish girls name), but throughout my teenage years, I settled with the name my parents had chosen for me. I’m named after my father’s grandmother, and even though I never met her, that seemed to make sense to me.
Because Instagram is so much more than pretty pictures and because to me there’s nothing more inspiring than connecting with other women and mothers who live very different lives in far away places, I decided to try and get to know some of them a little bit better. The result is a series of interviews with some of the women and mothers on Instagram who inspire me the most. Who dare to take chances, do what they love and not be afraid to stand by it. First up is Laura. →
A few things that made me feel a little bit happier and a little less impatient this week.
This new and very simple design on our little Christmas calendar of good moments, that I finally got around to finish.
With Thanksgiving over, most of the turkey eaten and the first Sunday in advent upon us, we have slowly started our first Christmas preparations. I’m trying to make the month of December more about little moments together and less about presents, Santa and wish lists (you can read about our Christmas calendar of great moments right here) and doing easy crafts together is an all-time family favorite in our home. →
Last year December came without me having done any kind of Christmas preparations, and on the evening of the 30th November I realized that I had only a few hours to prepare some kind of simple Christmas calendar. So instead of going for the traditional 24 small packages I went for this. A Little Tree of Great Moments. And even though there were no presents to open up, the girls ended up loving it.
A few things that turned my week into a good one after all.
This picture and the little details on this tiny and very soft body.
Inside my belly is a little girl growing. She will be my third daughter, the last part of my own little trilogy of sisters. I’ve known about the sex since really early in my pregnancy. Both because I somehow always felt that having a boy just wasn’t and option and because of a blood test that gave me the option of finding out.
While the leaves are slowly turning red all over New York, autumn always have me dreaming of a countryside getaway. When we still lived in Denmark we would escape to our tiny summerhouse, but since moving to New York a rented cottage Upstate will have to do the trick.
Until that happens, I’ll be dreaming about these pretty things for girls and boys, babies and mummies, that all would fit perfectly into my imaginary get-a-way suitcase.
Ever since I gave birth to my eldest daughter I’ve been dreaming about home knitted sweaters and jumpsuits for my little ones, and more than once have I shopped for yarn, needles and the perfect pattern, only to get stuck on the first few rows of needles. I now know that all I needed was a little bit of help and support and a lot of inspiration.
A few things that made me feel a little bit happier and stand still for a little bit longer this week.
Looking at simple lines and geometric shapes at this exhibition.
The wind making small ripples in a puddle.
This huge bunch of eucalyptus leaves, that gives our apartment the smell of a crisp autumn morning.
Hot chocolate and hot coffee in the autumn sun.
This gift of the cutest little bows for my daughter’s hair.