Second Sunday of Advent

This week we shall be lightening two lights. Two lights for hope and peace.

Advent means Arrival. Maria was the first waiting for the arrival.
How appropriate that she was selected among "The Silent of the Country".

This Mother Mary, made of ivory, was the first gift I gave my husband to be and the coming father of our child .
It's almost as if she becomes alive when I'm trying to make her portrait.

I have met the most wonderful people in blog-land. Barbro taught me how to make my own candles with angel décor. She's such a young and inspiring acquaintance, a creative homemaker with food for body and soul.

There's a mini angel in this photo with a read necklace. can you spot her?

Our Carl Larsson girl is placed under the old fashioned candlestick, patiently waiting for the arrival.

Even the old youle nisse has placed himself in my grandfather's chair.
He's dressed in the sweater my mother knit for me when I was a toddler. Serina also used it for a year, before the old man claimed it.
The nisse is meditating over Christmas Hymns while looking fascinated at the Star of Bethlehem.

I posted this Ruby Tuesday early Monday Morning just to remind you that daughter Serina is facing her first of to oral exams today.
Praying is not cheating, even if my little brother thought so, long time ago.


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Ruby challenge

I did promise a report from our (Gunnar's) garage. Sometimes promises are hard to keep. Me and my big mouth. Six o'clock today, it's dark, the storm is howling and salt rain comimg in horizontally from west .

In his garage a man is eager working, wearing thick, fake fur lined coveralls. Gunnar is busy mending the automatic garage door opener.
The light is good for work, but not for photography. I simply had no time to use photoshop. What I saw, is what you get.

No problems fining red in the garage. Skis stashed up under the roof beams.

I don't even know the names on the tools Gunnar is using. This is so definitely his place.


Bar chairs beside the heavy work bench.
The man knows what a man needs to make the wheels turn around.

When spending hours working, often with mates, he needs to relax from time to time. The chair is not orange, but post box red. Genuine leather, Italian design. Best and finest chair we've ever had.

Serina and I are represented with our bicycles. I never had a driver's license. That is weird coming from a car family.

Gunnar's beloved MG. Made for export to America, hence the wheel on the left hand side. Her first owner bought her in San Francisco in 1953. Second owner bought her in Vancouver and brought her over to Norway. Third owner Gunnar has been in faithful relationship with the lady since 1971. 40 wonderful years together.

She's been a work under construction for a couple of years now. She's become a demanding old woman, and Gunnar has three more females craving his time, plus Amidala, our truck and Serina's car. Poor man. He has indeed deserved his red chair.

Half resting with yet another tool sake in his hands. Wrench maybe?

Here's the right red colour of the chair and Gunnar's gloves.
New haircut today, not bad at all.

The door is almost fixed.

Bits and pieces.

More.

The L is from when he and Serina had driving lessons. She came home glowingly proud. Dad had taught her to do reverse in 8 number shapes.
Later hand brake turn.
Oh, my. They spent some real quality time together, and Serina ended up being a very skilled driver.

The man and his car.

Wet gloves hung to dry.

Jackson's jack.

Gunnar never stops admiring the fine curves of the car. I agree. She may be old, but her beauty is for all to see.

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