Ankeltørklæder -- Ankle Scarves

     Uglemor havde en lille smule hvidt og noget mere grønt garn tilovers efter at have strikket sine herlige vanter. Hvad nu? Der var ikke nok til en hue - og Uglemor har allerede en hue. Der var måske nok til et par meget korte sokker, virkeligt korte, og Uglemor fryser om benene, ikke om tæerne.Så svaret må være ANKELTØRKLÆDER!

     Og ja, Uglemor er klar over, at billedet herunder er fis og ballade og muligvis oven i købet manipuleret. Men ideen er da sjov!

MotherOwl still had a little bit of white yarn, and some more of the green left from knitting mittens. It was not enough for a hat, and MotherOwl already has a hat - and one to spare; it's not enough for socks, well maybe a very short pair of socks, and it's not MotherOwl's toes that are cold, but her legs.
The answer has to be ANKLE SCARVES!

MotherOwl is totally aware that this picture is a scam and possibly photoshopped as well. But the idea is funny.

Ankeltørklæder -- Ankle Scarves

Ankeltørklæder analogt med halstørklæder er nok mere sjovt end praktisk, for eksempel må de der frynser da blive pænt  klamme ret hurtigt. Pulsvarmere er da bare et rør, kunne ankelvarmere så ikke bare være det samme?

Ankle scarves are more fun than practical, I'd imagine those fringes would become rather nasty after a short use. Ankle warmers made like wristlets are more practical, albeit less fun.

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Åh, I vil gerne se ... jamen her er de så

Oh ... you wan to see them. Well, here you are.

Jeps, jeg satte frynser på alligevel, og når jeg føler mig tilpas fjollet kan jeg tage dem på med frynserne nedad.

Yup I added some fringes, and when I feel like it, I can turn them upside down for that extra tickle.

Back to the Classics - Extra

Well, this year I'm not behind in my reading of the classics. I choose a book - The Trapp Family Singers - on J.R.R. Tolkien's birthday, and now; less than a week later, I have already read it and written about it.

Now do I really have to wait until February before I find a new book? Well It's me reading, It's my blog, I make the rules, and I re-make them to suit me now.

Whenever I have finished a book and written the blogpost about it, I get to roll the die anew. 

The die was thrown, and I got a 7. Now I've got to go hunting for a very long classics.

Vanter - Mittens

     I morges fik Uglemor langt om længe ikke kolde fingre, da hun fulgte Ugleungerne til bussen. For se nu her. I går eftermiddags var det så vidt. Vanterne var strikket færdig, nu skulle der hæftes ender. Det blev heldigvis klaret under aftenkaffen.
     Der mangler stadigvæk et mønster på kanten, men det betyder heldigvis ikke så meget for funktionen af vanterne.
     De er godkendt!

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This morning MotherOwl's fingers stayed warm and cosy as she walked the Owlets to the bus. The reason was not warmer weather, but new mittens.
Yesterday, MotherOwl snapped this photo of her mittens, and she spent all the time during evening coffee darning in ends - not a favourite occupation.
The mittens are still lacking the decorative pattern on the cuffs, but that does not impair their use.
They are Owl-approved!

Hvidt alpakkagarn fra Frisenvang. Det grønne er farvet med tagrør i efteråret.

White alpaca from Frisenvang. The green was dyed with reed flowers in the autumn.

Seasonal SAD

Sæsonbetinget KaUGoBF-syndrom.
Hvis det ikke kan give mening som på engelsk, kan det i det mindste være længere og sværere at sige.

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MotherOwl is a sufferer from SAD. Seasonal SAD even. As with all those disorders the beginning is fairly inobtrusive. A peek at Karna Majs wonderful blog reminds me of her practical way of storing , and this leeds to MotherOwl looking through her own crate. This in turn leeds to MotherOwl discovering the sad lack of seeds, flower seeds, vegetable seeds, seeds for her belowed herbs, in short any kinds of seeds.

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     Uglemor lider af sæsonbetinget KaUGoBF-syndrom. Som den slags altid gør, starter det nok så fredsommeligt med et besøg på Karna Majs vidunderlige blog. Det minder Uglemor om Karnas smarte opbevaringsløsning med frø i en æske, og det fører til at Uglemor står på hovedet i sin egen frøkasse og opdager en sørgelig mangel på frø. Grøntsagsfrø, blomsterfrø og ikke mindst krydderurtefrø.

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And from there the road to a full fledged attack of Seed Aquisition Disorder is very short.

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    Og derfra går den lige vej til et alvorligt udbrud af Sæsonbetinget Køb af Urte- Grøntsags- og BlomsterFrø-syndrom.

Drawn by this guy 🌱 Tegnet af ham her

Words for Wednesday 10. Januar -- Unicorn Farm 14

This week's prompts are provided by Lissa at The Memory of Rain.
She served us two pictures, I choose only one of those.


Once again I wrote a small chapter from my mock autobiography.


We continue where we left off a week ago.


With trembling fingers Susan opened the letter.
Inside she found a note in Lis' easy handwriting and a photo. The photo was blurry, and when Susan looked closer at it, it was two photos on top of one another. She looked even closer. It was a train station with a road superimposed. The only person to be seen clearly, was a young woman with her back turned toward the camera.



Susan began reading. "We went back to the farm. There was nobody to be seen, and nothhing either. The place was cleaned and everything put back. We found not a single trace of the evening's happenings.>

The very next day we went back to the train station, we spoke to the ticket vendor, the janitor and all and sundry. But even with Tue's exceptional persuasive skills we found no trace of Torben there either. In the end we got the station-master to show us the security videos from that evening. Torben must have suspected something like this, they were garbled, double and triple exposures with postcards and movies thrown in for good measure. The only still we could get, looking remotely useful was this one. Could you try studying it, and send your observations back to us? Heidi has some very intriguing observations. We won't tell, so as not to bias you."

She went downstairs in the quiet house and took her mother's magnifying glass from the sewing basket, but the quality was not good. The train station did not look normal until it dawned on Susan that it was a mirror image. After this she was able to tell, that the people on the photo were indeed waiting for the train for Copenhagen. She tried to ignore the modernistic cars, they seemed to come from an American movie. The lady meant nothing either, she was sure. Then her heart started beating wildly. The man half hidden behind a lamp post ... that was her father! ... Or was it? It was impossible to be sure with this blurry image. She wrote down her thoughts and misgivings and put them in a new envelope.

Her letter had not arrived via normal mail, she was sure. But how did you send a letter with the aid of magic? She was sure either Martine or Birgitta had mentioned something during thieir first school year. She gave the battle up as lost as her memory just would not give, but added a questioning note to her letter. On her way to school, she dropped the letter in a mailbox.