I feel kind of stupid after moving that big box around the flat for a couple of years, thinking that I need to empty it and find a place for All The Thigs Inside. Which turned out to be about 3 dl nails, and a couple of screws.

Yeah, I have a degree in spatial design and I know what I’m doing.

I feel kind of stupid after moving that big box around the flat for a couple of years, thinking that I need to empty it and find a place for All The Thigs Inside. Which turned out to be about 3 dl nails, and a couple of screws.

Yeah, I have a degree in spatial design and I know what I’m doing.

Support your local post office -when it does something this awesome.

Support your local post office -when it does something this awesome.

Monday yoga

I expected much worse after Friday mini-flu and a weekend spent sitting and knitting. But no, I was just a little bit out of breath and unusually flexible. Weird.

p.s. Having a quiet mind first time in a week is kind of nice, too.

I’ve been deep in knitting hell for the past week. But one evening I had time to finish a sock. The sock in question has nothing to do with that hell thing.

I’ve been deep in knitting hell for the past week. But one evening I had time to finish a sock. The sock in question has nothing to do with that hell thing.

When you don’t get any sleep before midnight and wake up with a flu at 2:30, it’s definitely time to turn off the alarm clock. Oh well, I did have a vague feeling of something not being quite right all week.

10 books

I was tagged by diary-of-a-wandering-soul thanks!

Rules: In a text post, list ten books (but I guess manga and comics are good as well) that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.

So here are my ten books:
1. Kätilö by Katja Kettu
2. The meaning of things by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi and Eugene Rochberg-Halton
3. Summer crossing by Truman Capote
4. The Mandarins by Simone de Beauvoir
5. A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
6. Pussikaljaromaani by Mikko Rimminen
7. Lightness by Adriaan Beukers and Ed van Hinte
8. Puhdistus by Sofi Oksanen
9. Vihan päivä by Markku Pääskynen
10. (I’m too hungry to come up with anything more right now, but probably something where everyone dies in the end, and definitely no Coelho.)

I’m just not tagging anyone, ok? And sorry, I’m also too lazy to find translations if there are any.

And then one day your mother calls you and says “I went to a yoga class today”.

I straightened my legs on two rounds of Navasana. And mostly kept them straight. And then I was pretty much dead for the rest of the practice, but who really cares at that point.

Utpluti, I missed you.