Last time I took a Friday off to go to the crafts fair. This time I couldn’t swing that, so I had to go on the weekend. Was expecting it to be super crowded (the way it definitely has been sometimes in the past) but it wasn’t too bad at all.

Bought yarn, and more yarn, and fabric, and more fabric. Was glad to see that Apmezga was there again. (I bought the yarn for my green top from them.) They might just be my favourite yarn dyer and seller right now. There are many indie dyers who sell hand-dyed yarn, but many tend towards candy colours, some even adding glitter. Apmezga’s deep jewel tones are much more to my taste.

The weather keeps teetering back and forth between winter and not winter. We get snow, and then it melts away again. Today is one of the sunny, melty days. Makes it feel like spring, and I have to remind myself that we’ll probably have another month of this before it’ll be spring for real.

The temperature has been hovering around zero. Most north-south streets are clear already. But the ones running east-west are still icy.

In our office, six floors up, looking outside, it felt like we were in the clouds. Fog below us, fog above us.

In the street it almost also felt like being in a cloud.

I almost got a photo of Nysse sleeping on top of Eric’s computer bag, which I believe is the least comfortable thing I’ve ever seen him sleep on. (Disregarding those that seem uncomfortable only because they are hard, but since he weighs so little, they probably don’t feel very hard to him.) But he woke up just as I was adjusting the white balance.

It’s Shrove Tuesday, which means semlor. I’d forgotten all about it, until Ingrid reminded me. Had I remembered earlier, I would not have timed my visit to the bakery to coincide with all the commuters coming home. Still, the queue was only half this long when I joined it. It grew with every arriving train.

Eric got a whole semla, while Ingrid and I shared one. It was more of a symbolic thing, really. I mean, they do taste good, but it’s not like they’re my favourite baked goods. And they’re usually huge anyway. Adrian meanwhile wasn’t interested at all.

Ingrid showed me this jar of “pre-workout supplement” that she bought as a birthday present for a friend of hers. I don’t even know how to react. To my gen X eyes, it doesn’t look workout-related at all. If I had to guess, I’d guess candy, or perhaps some gag product for Halloween – like, open the jar and it will scream at you. I would expect whatever is inside to be a mixture of lurid pink and poison green. Brilliant marketing in its own way, though, because it’s definitely memorable.

Annual General Meeting of Spånga Scout Club. Barely anyone outside the board and other people in administrative posts turned up. Possibly because the meeting invite said it would take three hours. Which it luckily didn’t.

I have plans, and I have a yarn – I can start knitting!

There’s a whole chunk of it done already, even though what I have doesn’t much look like a sweater. I’m knitting it sideways, and not starting either in the middle OR at the side seam, so what I have is sort of random-looking pieces. A long strip of the left side, from the front hem over the shoulder and down to the back hem, and then a big chunk of the front, with the neckline curve at the right side of it. Now to finish the front, then knit the back, and then they’ll join up again at the right shoulder and continue towards the side from there.

It was time to shovel snow again. Wet, heavy snow, that either will melt away in the next couple of days, or compact and freeze into a sheet of ice. I don’t want to take that risk, so away it goes.

It’s 17 degrees indoors and around zero outside, and yet I can almost go out in the same clothes that I wear inside. Adding mittens and a hat and proper footwear, and maybe a super thin waterproof layer to keep me dry. The (fairly light) physical activity suffices to get my body temperature up enough to compensate for the twenty-degree difference.