I have just come back from a weekend in Copenhagen for the christening of my gorgeous godson, Noel. I had such a wonderful time that I did not really have time to make notes, or keep my diary, so I did what I sometimes do on my travels which is to keep a sort of picture diary in the shape of a vase or glass which always seems right for capturing when life is brimming over a bit. So this is my picture diary of going to the Christening. Here are the details:
I like being able to add things later and the pages are easier to look at later than reading text.
I was very surprised at the low-key Christmas decorations. There was a lot of greenery but not much shiny stuff. The only place that did have a total explosion of pink baubles and candy canes and tinsel turned out to be a gay bar.
I bought some red Marimmeko fabric to make a Christmas tablecloth:
The woman in the shop of course spoke flawless English, and I was almost prepared to go on a starvation diet to fit into some of the exquisite diets. And I do realise that Marimekko is Finnish not Danish. But otherwise, shopping was limited to a few Christmas presents. I love the aesthetic in Copenhagen. I loved having breakfast in a cafe with hyacinths growing in teacups and tea lights. I loved going skating with Noel and his brother Mathias at dusk. I loved the use of wood and wool. I am firmly convinced that I am basically Danish. I come from the bit of England that was the Danelaw and I almost burst into tears in front of a long boat in the stunning Roskilde Viking Museum. That’s proof in my book.
Nice choice on the red Marimmeko fabric!