About Nell

Goodbye April

If March was uneventful, April has been the complete opposite. I have hundreds of photos in my phone of things I did in April and no more than 10%-ish is of my crochet projects, so a definite improvement. ๐Ÿ˜

Shall we get the crochet projects over and done with immediately? Yes? ๐Ÿ™‚

I made leaf- and bunny Easter decorations and you’ll get to se more of them in another pic. I finished the bunting for the grandbaby’s bed I talked about in March, and I also finished the shawl I’ve been working on (and let’s not look at my hair, please, because apparently I didn’t know how to use a brush on this particular day). I also made a granny square book sleeve, and we’re not looking too closely at it because it’s crooked, and I desperately need to work on my tension because despite blocking the squares, they still aren’t the same size. But it protects my book from getting scuffed in my bag when I bring it to read on the train on my way to work, which is the most important thing, amirite? ๐Ÿ˜

Speaking of the train; this beautiful view greeted me one morning when my husband dropped me off at the station. The fog was so intense, I could almost feel it against my skin. I’m addicted to fog; it’s pretty and mysterious and a little spooky at once, and it’s extra interesting on days like these, when the sun colors it.

And then my best person (and her parents, too, ofc ๐Ÿ˜€ ) came for a visit for a long Easter weekend. I hadn’t seen her in so long, and when they arrived and I opened the car door to pick her up, she reached out for me, gave me a tight, tight hug, and said I love you, gramma.


Easter is a pretty secular affair in Sweden; we’re not a very religious people, and most of us see it as an opportunity to spend the long weekend (Good Friday and Easter Monday are both public holidays) with family and friends. The hubby and I have never really celebrated Easter, but now that we’re grandparents, things changed. Since the grandbaby absolutely loved to decorate the Christmas tree, I thought she’d probably love decorating the pรฅskris equally much. Pรฅskris (pรฅsk=Easter, ris could mean rice, but in this case it means a bouquet of twigs and tree branches) is a Swedish tradition (read about it here) traditionally decorated with feathers, but that’s changed recently because the feathers used to be collected from live birds (no! Just no!). So I decided to crochet some decorations, hence the leaves and the bunnies in the first picture. We also bought wooden letters that read GLAD Pร…SK (=happy Easter) and fluffy tulle decorations, and my daughter and grandbaby made paper Easter eggs from a painting made by Little W.

Then we collected twigs from the garden and handed over the decorations to Little W, and you can see the results in the pictures above. I was right, she loved it as much as she loved decorating the Christmas tree, and the decorating style was the same: the more stuff on one branch the better. It was the prettiest pรฅskris I’ve ever seen in my life ๐Ÿ˜

My parents also came for a late Easter lunch and stayed for hours. We arranged an Easter egg hunt for the grandbaby; the hubby made a treasure map for her and she was super excited. Let’s go find the treasure chest, she said and set off, correctly identifying the pool and easily identifying the swing set where we’d hid the egg. I’d filled her egg with lots of stuff, but I’d casually thrown in a bottle of soap bubbles on top, and that was her favorite thing. She spent over an hour outside, blowing bubbles with the entire family, having a lot of fun.

It was the best Easter in my life.

Easter Sunday was a lovely day and we decided to visit a nearby zoo, because that’s one of Little W’s favorite things to do. Her favorite animals are seals, so we spent a long time by the seal enclosure, trying to catch a glimpse of them, and she was so happy when they came swimming by. It was a lovely family outing, even if I’m not a fan of zoos: I believe that animals should be allowed to roam free and live in their natural habitat and not be imprisoned.

And you know…principles are good and all, but they vanish out the window when the grandbaby wants to go hang out with the seals ๐Ÿ˜†

The weekend after Easter, my BFF came for a visit. She arrived on Friday, and we had dinner and wine and hung out by the fire. On Saturday we went to Lund, a town about 45 minutes away, because we were going to a concert that night. But first we ate and had a couple glasses of bubbly in a restaurant located in a 500-ish year old house (I love old houses, and so does my BFF). It was a light snack and I just want to say that the olives in the picture were magical. I don’t even like olives, but these were sweet and lovely and I could’ve eaten a hundred of them.

Then we walked around the city, looking at other old houses. Lund is an old university town, with a 1000-year history, so there’s a lot of interesting things to see. It was unfortunately very windy that day so we almost froze to death, and took shelter at a glassed-in patio where we had a glass of wine or two. And before the concert, we had delicious sushi for dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that didn’t seem too impressive at first sight, but the food was amazing.

The concert was a Swedish artist called Thomas DiLeva, who’s doing a David Bowie tribute tour. It was a fabulous show and his Bowie interpretations were great. He’s a quirky artist, unlike everyone else, who was greatly inspired by Bowie when he grew up, so he’s the right person for the job.

Spring has finally arrived for real (even though we’ve had a few frost nights recently, as though it’s trying to keep us on our toes), and one day at work, the sun was shining so brightly outside, I had to go up on the roof during my lunch break and enjoy the warm weather. I spent 20 minutes or so watching the ferries going to and fro Denmark (the land you can see in the back of the picture is Denmark, it’s a stone’s throw away from the office) and when I went back inside, I felt very refreshed and energized.

I also got book mail: my author copies of the Naked Gardening Day stories, and the 2022 Top Ten Gay Romance anthology. Iiiih, they’re so pretty ๐Ÿ˜

The weekend after my BFF visited, the hubby and went to Helsingborg (where I work) to go to yet another live gig: this time by a Swedish synth pop band called Elegant Machinery (listen to one of their songs here). Hubby has known the guys in the band for ages, so when they came to play in our neck of the woods, we had to go, of course. It was a warm Saturday so we met up with friends before the gig and had a picknick in a park first, and then we went to the club. I’m not really a club goer and the place was packed, which isn’t a dream scenario for an introvert like me. But the show was awesome and completely worth it…but now I don’t want to see anyone who isn’t my husband for a long time ๐Ÿ˜

I have an eleventh picture for you this time, because I just had to include my favorite flowers: wood anemones. They’re everywhere right now, but these are growing wild in our garden, and I love them so much.

And that was all from me this time. Tell me about something you did in April!