Anneli räddar världen: Japanese life hack!

I am very fond of reuse. I could be my middle name really. I grew up in Norway, and at that time there was a TV show for children about Bleckulf. He was a octopus, and he was a  bit obsessive about nature. Back then the most important thing you could do was keeping in mind not to leave trash around outside. Today it’s about not eating meat and electric cars. Times change. But I was a kid, and I took this to heart. Still today this octopus affects my behaviour. REUSE! SAVE THE PLANET!

Then I found this video: Japanese lifehacks, and got inspired. I dug up all kinds of paper and started making these small houses in my video above. Very simple papers trays to just throw away when they are full! Perfect for kitchen when you are preparing food. Or fixing things in front of the TV. Or anywhere else.

I really love these kind of things!


The naked man in the picture

It wasn’t anything criminal, don’t worry. It was a picture a friend of mine showed me from his youth. The picture was taken just after he and a friend had been running in the snow naked. They where very happy smiling and covering their most intimate parts with their hands. It looked very cold.

My friend was only eight years younger. Not that much. But I could still see that he was young. Above all, he was thinner. Like a stick actually. And I said; SO SMALL!

And that’s it really. That is my story.

BUT it turns out, the feeling was a little awkward. Only a little, I did not really care. Until I came home, I had some time to think. At home I asked what felt out of sorts? I got the answer; he was thinking that I commented on his private parts.

I did not even see his private parts. They where behind his hands!! HOW could I comment on that??

This part about the human race. I do not understand. We seem to think ourselves past every obvious fact because it feels right. 1: I did obviously not see private parts in that picture. 2: The guy was thinner. So what am I commenting on? Guys? Really? That he was young. Of course. Nothing else was smaller in that picture compare to today.

I do not say that we should feel less. Or that we feel wrong. But it is still important to know the difference between fact and feeling. And YES fact takes some work. Feeling do not take that much work. It is just to open your mouth and tell everyone what you feel. But what if that affects people? Very much? That is a question every grown up needs to think about before opening your mouth according to me. That awkward feeling came from my friend that was so focused on his nakedness, that he heard what he did not want to hear.

People, we need to start thinking deep. Not only what ME, I feel at the moment. What will the consequences be? Will someone get hurt? Will the country and the world benefit from this from ten years on in the future? What am I really telling people with this?

People, you are smarter than this! Let me be clear. I come from a war family. My own grandpa fought 1940. We do not wish to see that again.  I will give an arm and a leg for that not to happen again.

With love from Scandinavia.

Only one left! Luffarsloyd: Pendant with a seahorse.

Have I told you I’m a blacksmith? I’m a blacksmith. This weekend I got inspired. By a guy showing me luffarsloyd. In Sweden it was illegal not to have a job 150 years ago, you could go to jail for being poor. But poor people still existed, so they found a way. They knocked on doors to ask for food and somewhere to sleep, and as pay they made luffarslöjd (“hobos craft” in Swedish) of simply wire. Wire has the trait of being light weight, they could carry it around without much distress. They often carried two sorts, one thicker for structure and one thinner for the in between. Unbelievable what they could do. This was 150 years ago, but the tradition making luffarsloyd still lives. And I got terribly inspired. Today mostly plates and bowls are made of luffarsloyd. Sometimes hangers and stands. But I saw this tradition with blacksmith eyes, and made this:


(If you wonder about what luffarsloyd looks like, this is a blog with some nice examples: Metallbinderiet.)

I think this it the biggest jewelry I ever made. Apart form my blacksmith exam, but that is an other story. It’s 14 cm long. So. Much. Fun. I am a blacksmith with a businesses, and this one is actually also up for sale on only-one-left-luffarsloyd-pendant.

It can be hard to part with my loved ones, but even if I really like it…it’s not my style. I tend to be angry at it for being in my way. This pendant must go to someone that is staying still at least once in a while. I do not.


Work I love to do

A day with iron, and a day with wood. I can not begin to describe how tired I am today.

I am making a cabinet. I forged the hinges yesterday; it was the worst weather to drive in, all the water was frozen INSIDE the workshop and long hours. Today it was time to put everything together and finish the cabinet. I did not of course. Everything takes much more time, especially when I make everything my self. The question is, WHY do I do this…?

Well, the fun of making things out of nothing. Because the pieces of wood and iron I started with can not be used for anything. Their worth is their possibilities. And not just new material, I even made four hinges and tree handles out of car sheet, and the wood from a shelf. This kind of craft is the only thing that can make me work for hours, and even forget to eat…

I have been a bit angry at myself lately because I do not drive to the forge that often as I want. I sat down in my sofa and looked around a bit sad and realized something. My home has forged iron in every direction! The coffee table I was sitting at has legs of iron, legs I made. I the kitchen I found knifes I made, and in the bathroom I found forged hangers.

I guess I do not need to forge all the time. It all round me. And the knowledge of how do not disappear.


Inspiration. We can miss inspiration. We do not find it, or we never had it. It’s easy to forget in everyday life. A good idea that’s floating away from you. Or is it that commitment… What is the difference? Commitment to really do something and inspiration to really create something?

Committed people is a bit stressed out. Inspired people is not. Commitment is on the outside, but inspiration on the inside. Silent, thinking, searching and fleeting inspiration. Loud, active, fast and determinations commitment.

I like inspiration. Makes us think of things from a different point of view. We see small things where others see big. And the other way around. A tree has levees. Levees are small, and the tree big.

The funny thing is that inspiration is to a great extent creativity and new thinking. Just like commitment. Maybe they belong together anyway.

First published February 2016 in Swedish on

What inspires anger.

Sometimes, you probably know about it. It’s VERY hard to bicycle in the snow. In my case; for an hour! There is a special kind of anger when you have to push the bike DOWNHILL! So unnecessary! I should be able to just hop on and roll down. But no. No wonder we get angry about things like that.

Sometimes, you probably know this one too. When you smash your toe into some kind of f… furniture! Hurts so much, SO angry!! There’s obviously a connection between pain and anger.

But anger does not only come from pain. Not that simple. It could be fear too. Fear makes us angry. Like by the border, looking at the “strangers”. Refusing them to come in. That’s probably fear AND pain making anger.


First published on 2 february 2016 in norwegian.

Mummers Parade

I just learned about Mummers Parade. It just seemed like a Rio de Janeiro kind of thing. But I got curious. It turned out to be the oldest folk festival in USA! It has mixed traditions from Europe and Africa, but I raised my eyebrows at traditions from Sweden and Finland was represented here! We do not have a New Years parade…

But okay, I red some more. And yes, the tradition was to visit your neighbors on the 26 of December. And this grew into New Year, and grew into a parade. It’s been going on for at least 117 years, change is bound to happen.

The thing is, we still have this December traditions in Norway. In places I do not know of too, but the tradition lives where I grew up. The 25 December, first day, everyone had to be inside. No noise, no running around. Peace and quiet. The 26 December, second day, there was dinner with family and friends. On top of this we go “julbokk”. We dress up and knock on neighbors doors, and get candy. That’s for the kids. Grownups get alcohol, and the walk from house to house gets funnier and funnier. Children and grownups do not mix in the same groups, that been said.

I am not used to this. I can easily see how my childhood experiences relate to the Mummers Parade, but I am not used to the 100 years old dusty heritage of USA happened to me just two weeks ago. I am not used to thinking that I live in an old civilization. I think about Rome as an old civilization. But I guess that’s how it goes. The ancient Romans written words inspired Norse runs. And “julbokk” inspired Mummers Parade. Things change, but we always take something with us. We need change to adapt to new things in or life. We need to take something with us, or we become lost.

The indigenous peoples in the world was forced to change and could not take anything with them. They lost their way. The scars of that experience is what makes them fight so hard to keep what they have left of their traditions today.

Many nations in the world have strong voices that want to preserve the traditions, heritage and skin color of their area. They are just as lost as indigenous peoples was and are.

How would you feel if a complete stranger forced you to stop celebrating Christmas, and even made you afraid of it?

Indigenous peoples experienced to be forced to stop celebrating just as important celebrations as Christmas.

Strong voices of preservation wants to force people to stop celebrating important celebrations as Christmas.

It’s time indigenous peoples started to talk to them that want to preserve.