Thinking out loud: Season of sweaters and small pleasures

Dear reader,

The cool September air has started to sneak in, and I find myself arriving at work with a red nose from the bike ride, feeling quietly grateful for the shift in season.

Just before summer tipped into autumn, I visited the exhibition En värld av mönster at Nordiska Akvarellmuseet. An eclectic, joyful tangle of patterns that asked: Can we really draw a line between art and craft? I left thinking perhaps the tension lies in the fact that we can’t.

Now that evenings grow darker, curling up with a hot drink and the TV feels like the most natural thing in the world. If you’re looking for something, I can’t help but recommend Nordisk design – En kärlekshistoria on SVT, narrated with elegance by Alicia Vikander.

I also listened to a conversation with Alessandro Michele on Fashion Neurosis. They lingered on the simple act waiting for a friend, pacing, scanning the street for their face to appear. And how, in those moments, the love you feel for them sharpens, as if each passing minute is proof of how much they matter.

On a more practical note, one tiny drop of mint oil in your matcha makes it taste instantly autumnal. Careful though, it’s a delicate balance, and one drop is quite enough.

And now, when the weather is between warm and cool, there is the jumper that follows me around everywhere. Forever draped over a chair, slung around my neck, perched on my shoulders, or wrapped around me like an old friend. It follows me everywhere these days, a soft companion for the in-between weather.