Was my last post really way back in January?? I honestly don't know where the time has gone. There has been a lot of knitting, but all of it is the secret sort and sadly cannot be shown here. My sincere apologies for the long silence.
I've just returned from visiting IJK who is spending the semester studying abroad in Copenhagen (lucky kid). This is not my first time there, but it is the visit where I fell in love with this magical city. Don't get me wrong I have enjoyed Copenhagen every time I've been, but those were each brief one or two day stopovers. On this foray, I had the luxury of time -- time to wander without a plan and discover, time to sit enjoying a special meal (and trust me Copenhagen is an amazing city for food), time to spend in museums learning about Denmark's culture and history, and time to to drool over all things wooly.
It was not easy to say goodbye -- either to IJK or to Copenhagen. I'm not sure when I will have the chance to visit again, but until then I have photos to remember my trip.
The view from my hotel window.
The view was so good we spent one afternoon painting it.
My painting of the view (My watercolor skills are rusty, IJK's results were much better).
Copenhagen is a city of bikes. Everyone bikes everywhere at all times of day and night, and in all weather.
Beautiful architecture -- the spectacular Dragon Spire on Børsen. . .
. . . charming Nyhavn . . .
. . . and Kronborg Slot aka Hamlet's Castle, in Helsingør, an easy day trip from Copenhagen.
Let's not forget the shopping -- yarn at Uldstedt . . .
. . . vintage wallpaper at Retro Villa. . .
. . . fabric and pillows at a sweet boutique (sadly I don't remember the name of this one, but it was a few doors down from Retro Villa). . .
. . . windows at Royal Copenhagen . . .
. . .and bold prints at Valentino.
Then there were the museums. At the National Museum of Denmark we saw Viking drinking horns. . .
. . . delicate lace cuffs . . .
. . . Inuit fur underwear. . .
. . . spindles. . .
. . . and whorls galore (These are 4000-5000 years old). . .
. . . and this lovely painting of a woman sheering a sheep.
I swooned over beautiful embroidery at the Danish Museum of Art and Design . . .
. . . and admired this delicate pair of men's stockings from the late 18th century.
And finally there was the food, even breakfast was a delight.
IJK knew all of the good spots for lunch and. . .
. . . matcha (I know, not Danish, but this is an international city and they excel at food from all over the world.) There were at least three meals that were too sublime to photograph. Sometimes the camera needs to be forgotten so that the moment can be fully experienced.