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An update from Carlos
Hello! I am writing from Granheim Lung Hospital in Gausdal, Norway, where I am spending time receiving treatment and rehabilitation after dealing with the long term effects from Covid-19, which I got nine months ago. The good news is that according to the tests that were done immediately after I was admitted into this hospital, […]
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Welcome to the Painted Room!
Our new sock yarn collection began with an imaginary room shaped by generations of creative lives — worn floorboards, faded linen curtains, books, paintings and changing light. Those fragments slowly became eight colourways. Step inside The Painted Room and discover the story behind them.
Free Stocking Knit-Along 2026
Our Christmas knit-along returns — and here are the yarn colours you’ll need.
The Garden, Part 3: The Garden That Shaped Us.
Two childhoods, an ocean apart, that somehow led to the same grey platform in Norway. This is the story of what came after — the people we met, the friendships we made, and how a garden we never meant to build ended up shaping who we became.
South Africa: Nine Game Drives. And Penguins.
Join us and a very small group of fellow creatives in South Africa, January 15–28, 2027. Four spots remain.
The Bug
In 1968, my mother bought a Volkswagen Beetle. It became her third — a car that carried her through decades of a job that no longer exists, and years abandoned in a field before it was found again. This is the story of the Bug, and everywhere it’s taken us since.
The Garden, Part Two: The English Garden That Wasn’t
Ten years of rocks, and we had still never set foot in an English garden. Then a volcano tried to stop us from finally going. This is the story of what happened next.
The Garden, Part One: Ten Years of Rocks
One February, Arne came home and announced he had bought a train station. This is the story of the grey platform we found, and the ten years of rocks it took to make a garden out of it.
The Night That Never Gets Dark
Every year, midsommar coincides with something rather special for us — Arne’s birthday, a raft with a long and undignified history, and a flower from the Himalayas that blooms, briefly, right on cue. This is our version of Sweden’s most theatrical celebration, as seen from a former railway station at 682.5 metres.
There is No Shame in Turning Back
I was not born here. And yet every Easter, without fail, I find myself watching this country with the same slightly bewildered affection I had the very first time. This is my outsider’s guide to how Norway does Easter — and it is more complicated than it sounds.
Why We Return to the High North
The Quiet ThreadIssue No.10 – Why We return to the High NorthStories from our home at 682.5 metres above sea level The light is slow There is a particular stillness in the Arctic. Not silence — but space. Space between mountains and sea. Between light and shadow. Between one breath and the next. When a […]