Friday, December 18, 2009


One of the questions I got asked when I posted the giveaway (Which by the way winners, packages will finally arrive for New Years, I hope. Thrifting can be a little challenging out here in the boonies...) was about the two separate blogs I have.

Originally I kept my other blog for personal observations on, for the lack of a better word, popular culture; that is music, literature and cinema, among other things. When I moved to the United States 11 months ago, I decided to keep this little log on my new life here.

Unfortunately, my new life being considerably busier than my old one, this has led me to neglect both blogs. I've felt that I can't post on one without posting on the other and so have often opted to not post at all. Lately I've also felt strongly that I'd like to post a blog in my native Finnish, which would make three blogs in total. Needless to say no good can come of this...

So-o here's what I decided to do. I'm going to move the content of this blog into the my other blog. This will be fun because I've often run parallel posts in the two anyway. I'll also start
posting a separate blog in Finnish for my friends back home, mostly about the more life-style-y content of this blog.

How's about it?

Also I had my hair temporarily straightened. Speaking of changes.

Friday, December 11, 2009

I hope you dance.

I haven't, but have been skating on ponds under the stars, finishing my yellow cowl, making packages, embroidering, taking saunas.
Walking in forgotten places.
And drinking copious amounts of hot chocolate with copious amounts of whip cream on top.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Mushrooms, Light Houses and Free Museums!

My husband, as previously noted, is quite the amateur mycologist. If you see pictures from our trips that feature people (other than us two, obviously), buildings, curiosities in larger scale, they are often taken by yours truly. Beautiful, detailed shots of tree skins, lichens and mushrooms (and yours truly obviously ;) are mostly his handiwork.

So when we got to Cape Disappointment and it turned out to be quite an mushroom-extravaganza he couldn't have been happier. Though picking was forbidden (there must be some magic ones out there, because mushroom is just the fruit of an underground organism, and picking those doesn't hurt it much), he got many a lovely shot.

Including these spooky-scary alien ones.

For me Cape Disappointment turned out to be worthy of its name, in spite hot showers and the half-white deer we saw, because the trail to the light house was closed half-way. This makes it two times we haven't been able to see the damn table lamp. At least C. is pushing for another vacation there, because of all the shroominess.
Luckily there are two towns near by: Il Waco, which proudly calls itself The Best Little Town In Washington, and where C.'s grandma grew up, and Long Beach, home to, well, a really long beach and, more importantly Marsh's Free Museum!

Part nick-nack store (one and perhaps the original of many many in this little tourist town), part curiosity show, complete with hundred dollar sea shells, stuffed wildebeasts, mechanical canaries and of course Jake the Alligator-Man, Marsh's Free Museum is well-worth spending some time, as well as nickels and dimes in olden-time-y peep machines.

Generally I'm not a huge fan of dead animals, but will make exception for things older than my great grandma.
Politically incorrect music boxes.

Imported french canaries.
The sultan's harem and naughty secretary.
And the Ruler of the Animal Kingdom. Long before there was genetic manipulation, there was:


Next we head to Astoria: the home of the Finnish Americans, many labor unions and the Goonies.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Road Trip!

Traditionally C.'s family spends Thanksgiving on his aunt's farm in the foothills of Northern Oregon. Since driving is such a bug-bear anyway, we decided to have a little extended holiday on the way down there. On Sunday we headed to one of our favorite places: the rainy coastline and lush forests that are the Olympic Peninsula.

Our first stop was the town of Forks, WA, the setting for a certain book and film franchise about vampires, and in very obvious subtext, chastity. While the most of the rainiest town in the Union is (understandably so) cashing in on the phenomenon, one motel voiced its dissent. We felt the need to support them in their solitary quest to save their town from teenage vampires. (C. tries to summon sullen vampire look. Fails.)
In Forks we also made our biggest purchase and splurge, which is in fact, an advance Christmas present: A pair of xtratuf wellingtons for me. Hands down one of the best, most useful presents ever! They certainly came in handy (footy?) on this trip.
For the first two nights we camped in Kalaloch, a little ways past the magnificent Hoh rain forest. The first night the weather was uncannily dry, even warm. The moon was out in half and we took a stroll in the low tide, carrying out red storm lantern and looking for little washed out treasures. It was pretty darn romantic.

After that it rained for two days straight though, and everything we owned got thoroughly soggy, not that it mattered. On our way down the coast we stopped in Quinolt, where I swear I kept looking at "land for sale signs". In the middle of nowhere on the foothills of the most beautiful mountains where it rains enough to keep away Californian retirees, and Seattle yuppees, might just be a perfect place for a little hippie compound. (Not really. I love my Island too much.)
They also have 6 of the world's tallest trees of their particular kind within like a 5 mile radius. This one's a spruce.

Winter is an awesome time to visit the Peninsula, because there are no other people around. The crowds come in the summer, hoping for less rain, even though rain is what makes this place so magical. It was lucky for us however, that the previous weeks windstorms had subsided. On our hike in Quinoult we saw a trail crew cutting trough huge fallen trees that had fallen onto the path.

We're going back in January. But wait, there's more...

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The Light Brigade

This Friday some of our friends are going to have "a firelight parade" where they walk in white clothes, carrying lanterns around the village. This reminds me of the Lucia Day-tradition back home, when in each school, town and church crowns one girl with candles and wreaths in honor of St. Lucia, the bringer of light into this darkest time of the year.

Taking place on December 13th, this Christian holiday is obviously a remnant of and earlier pagan tradition. I was thinking of dressing up as St. Lucia for Halloween, but perhaps Winter Solstice would suffice since I wont be here for the parade. I'm sure it will be wonderful.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

What have you been doing?

Well, personally, I've been busier than it would appear from this here picture.

I did Dump-find me some new Justins, but mostly I've been:

Hanging out in tattoo parlors.
Identifying mystery shrooms.
(fluted elfin saddle)
Going to the Cat's wake.

Helping out with invisibility cloaks, goblins, courtiers and goddesses at our local Shakespeare performance.

Enjoying fall bounty.

Taking pictures of horses again.

And decorating.

(Thanks Jen!)

Thursday, November 5, 2009


It's about time I share our wedding celebrations with you guys. A little over a month ago C. and I renewed our wows here on our "home" beach at the park, with his family, my adopted American family, and the more or less the whole Island . The weather was perfect, the people were merry, and wonderful decorations, food, flowers, bridal bouquet, flower headdress, venison, salmon, champagne and even a wedding cake appeared, as though by magic, without us even daring to wish for them. It was the perfect celebration to end the summer, and a perfect wedding day, not because weddings should be perfect, but because it all came together in such a natural, organic way. We felt very loved by our community.

The ceremony was performed by the Honorable Callie Blue of the Universal Church of Life.
In her hands she held a copy of Time Magazine's Love Issue.

"The Priest Wore A Sailor Uniform"
We were walked down "the isle" by Charlie's mom and AnnMarie, who's my dear friend here. Also a random dog walked along.
My bride's maids are the coolest and cutest.

Circle up!
Part of the ceremony was everybody writing these prayer flags for us and then we all strung them together.

Talu and Madrona made us this ah-mazing wedding cake.
My dear friend and mentor Russ salutes us all.

Could you tell I changed right after the ceremony? I just wanted to be comfy and hang out on the beach. Woolen heirloom dresses are no good for dancing around the bonfire. And dance around the bonfire we did. All night.

Wish you could have been there.

(all photos by Gregg Blomberg and Richard Ward)