Six months in our new home, three months since my last update. We have slowed down, in many ways. Slowed down to continue finding our feet at our own, comfortable pace, but also because we've had to. Swedish winter will do that to you! The bureacratic palaver continues to grind its excrutiatingly slow path too, but I think we're nearly there. 

So. Swedish winter. 

LIFESTYLE
Wintry. Dark. Not as dark as in most of Sweden, of course (we are right in the south, on about the same latitude as Edinburgh). But still unbelievable dreary for much of it. Around the 21st of December, that most dismal of days, the light was creeping into view at around 9:30AM and disappearing again by 2:30PM. We started to feel like moles, fuzzy during the day but unable to sleep soundly at night.
January, then, was a godsend. As I've written about already, it was cold. Really, properly cold. With about 10 cm of snow (bucket loads more up north, apparently) and crisp blue skies.

We did the Swedish thing: wrap up, buy a sled, hurtle down the only hill in 20 square miles (Sweden is quite flat). Next year we will do even better, and bring a winter barbeque, thermosses full of coffee and winter picnic blankets. Seriously, they do that, and the sausages smell amazing. 
And February? Well. We've tried to head out whenever possible, through breaks in the drizzle and sick bugs. 

THE BEAN
Somebody turned three! He is doing so well, I'm pleased to say. Volatile, stubborn and cheeky, as freshly-minted three-year-olds are wont to be, but also carefree, happy and really funny.

He has finally started to settle into preschool properly and comes home talking about his new best friend (a different one every month!). According to the teachers he understands Swedish very well now, though he's still reluctant to speak it. Not at home though: he takes great delight in teaching me all the words he knows in the most patronising manner, because he knows I have no idea what he's talking about. Like I said, cheeky. 

HOME
My little sanctuary, which is just as well because as a work-from-home mum I spend 90% of my time in it! A slightly impersonal rental it will always be, but we all feel at home and I can work comfortably when I need to. Four boxes left to unpack, which is clear progress on the seven from the last update. A few more flowers and indoor plant friends, to help us while away the time until the outdoors wakes up again. 

WORK
As of 1st January I officially landed in Sweden, in that I kissed the Italian tax authorities goodbye with a flounce and a wave. Starting again here - getting residency, access to social services, registering as self-employed, opening a bank account - has taken WAY longer than we expected it would. I've lost count of the number of circles I've been sent in, and at one point I even started to miss the Italian's cavalier attitude to rules; when everyone knows they don't work, everyone tends to be a little more flexible of mind, a little more willing to apply "creativity". In Sweden, however, the rules DO work, which is great when you're in the system. It's getting there that has been the tricky part. I've tried to stay calm about it because as an EU citizen with a working partner and a roof over my head I can hardly complain, but I will still be glad when I am finally in a position to invoice my clients for all the work I have simply continued to do!
Mr P&P has been very busy, applying for funding and moving labs and generally being so helpful his colleagues give him chocolate cake (well one did, but it was the day before the Bean's birthday and he had requested... a chocolate cake! Win!)

SOCIAL LIFE
Not bad, not bad at all, especially considering the level of hibernation and insularity that Swedish winter seems to bring with it. There have been a few do's at Mr. P&P's work that we were all invited to and which have been a lot of fun. Like, curling! 
There was also one "drink whisky in the office kitchen until midnight" occassion. As you do (the Bean and I weren't invited to that, funnily enough). 
About a month ago I plucked up all the courage I could muster and attended an Instameet for crafters. 

It was small, casual and really very friendly, but as the only non-Swedish speaker I caught myself feeling disoriented and intimidated. I did go away feeling happy and inspired though. Not that I didn't already know this, but as a new arrival anywhere - abroad or not - you HAVE to step out of your comfort zone sometimes. And I need to learn Swedish. 

Six months in. I think we're doing alright, really. I'm looking forward to more sunlight though. 

Just over two years ago I decided I wanted to write. For me. Maybe it was the a need to reassess being me after upheaval a first baby brings in its wake. Perhaps I'd had enough of being mostly wordless, and very much without wit even when words could be found, in a country that wasn't my own. Quite likely there was both a element of navel-gazing as well as a dose of showing off: here are my words, my things, my ideas, my beautiful boy.

So I wrote. Adoring words, tales of sorrow, internal discussions I could no longer contain. Words on motherhood, other country-hood, just being.

Also the practical: recipes, tips, projects, tutorials, ideas. Anything that captured my attention and which I thought might do the same for you. I shared and wrote and wrote and shared.

And then, in the middle of all that writing, or maybe about three quarters of the way through because isn't it always the case that the most obvious things take the longest to spot, something essential emerged. I knew where I wanted to go, and wasn't at all where I first thought I'd end up.
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• Although I've loved writing about being a mother, I don't want to be a mummy blogger.
• I'm nowhere near good enough at either cooking or food photography to be a food blogger.
• I love staying put too much to be a decent travel blogger.
• I'm too eratic in my approach to documenting DIY projects, so I shouldn't inflict those on you, either.
• I don't think I have enough eloquent words to capture the essence of life in Italy, and now Sweden, really.

I've dabbled in all of the above and adored every minute of it, but it's become clear I'm none of them. Instead, I "come up with things". These "things" keep me up at night and make me a perpetually distracted mother and wife: crochet patterns, new designs, things to photograph, colour combinations, fabrics, geometric constructions. 

I want to come up with lots more of them and other things too, and do it properly. So I think I need to say goodbye to Pasta & Patchwork and start again. Here it is, then, my new site:

It's live so you can go over and take a peek. Though note it is still very much under development and I am incredibly nervous about moving away from the safe little virtual corner P&P has become. I won't be removing P&P, but I will go off, start again and focus on the things that I really, truly love: yarn, yarn and more yarn!

Other things besides, of course. There will still be personal stories, because my darling Bean is still beaning, my husband still my long-suffering rock, my life in Sweden still full of hiccups and questions marks. 

I'm furiously fiddling around behind the scenes (because goodness me these things take time) and the very first post will go up on 1 March. I really hope you'll come with me, but in any case I am so grateful for all the comments, personal connections, opportunities and even friendships you've given me these last two years. I've still got a couple of posts I'd like to publish here on P&P before I round things off, so stop by to give me a wave and then in three weeks' time it'll be ALL CHANGE! 

Gulp. 

You can now find the full tutorial at my new online home: 
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http://www.emmyandlien.com/tutorial-how-to-make-a-neckwarmer-from-scrap-fabric-and-yarn