Behold some of the treasures I brought home from this season’s market pillaging! I decided to up my Viking Boob Bling game with some silver keys and I cannot wait to strut around with them. The hammer is a stunning wall decoration and the Heathen Hammer shall be held high, if you know what I mean;) *Quoting Tyr here- The band, not the God. In case you ever wondered what my coffee/tea mugs look like, now you do. I am one of those people who depend on moring coffe to function, and evening tea to calm down. Might as well get my daily fixes with style, so my collection of Viking cups is ever growing (guests need to be stylish too) I moved into this apartment in may this year, and my new home is slowly but steadily turning into an authentic Viking cave. Maybe I should do a Crib tour once everything is in order?
*(All the items are from different markets, I have no idea if any of the sellers have web shops or not. Being a returning customer, I wish I knew.)*
You know when you get this nifty idea that “you should just make one quick dress before the next viking market”? You know – that genius idea of throwing together just one more piece of garb for shits and giggles? Don’t do it. Just don’t. I got that idea three days before Gudvangen and that’s when I made the mustard chemise I am wearing in the pictures above. In all honesty, the dress was awful to make. Sure – It came together nicely in the end, but it was a living nightmare to sew together…. Here’s what happened:
I used no pattern. I always, always make the pattern on the go – just out of my head. This time was no different, all fun and games. One probably thinks this is where I went wrong, but that’s not it. You see- even though the measurements were right, sewing the different pieces together was painfully impossible. I sweated like a pig during the whole process which -by the way- lasted for days (hahahaha!!). I had to re-do all the seams five(!!!) times. I have never in my life had so much Hel with a viking dress as this one, and I’ve made quite a few – even hand stitched ones. At one point n the sewing process I was certain that the dress itself was cursed and I was so angry at it that I almost destroyed my entire sewing gear. While I was sewing this horrible dress, I cursed, sweated, laughed hysterically, cried and bled. Seeing my own blod drip from the needles fueled my anger and naturally, I gushed it into the seams of the chemise with full force. I wanted to burn the dress, I wanted to bury it. Truly, I thought to myself -this dress must have been ordered from Hel.
Why was it was so difficult to make…? Like I said – I spent days working on it. The last hours of the last day before departure I was so flustered that my mother offered (or rather – forced me to allow her) to help with it. “I am sure we can figure this out quickly of we work together,” she said. Boy, was she wrong. To this day none of us can understand why this dress was so difficult. I mean – we did everything right, we even double checked each others work – but it just wasn’t going that well for us. As you can see, we managed to conquer the dress in the end. We both worked on it up until one hour before departure to Gudvangen going on no sleep and way too much coffee. Yes, ladies and gentlemen – sometimes sewing is an awful experience. As we did the last fitting, me looking as if I had survived the last warrior on the battlefield, my mother gazed at me and said; “That colour does not do you any good, my dear… It is really NOT a good colour for you.” It was dead silent for about a minute and then we both laughed so much that we cried. I think we got an hour of sleep before my friends came to pick me up.
I am sure that I’m not the only one who has been struggling with a sewing project (for reasons unknown and despite following all the right steps) – I might be one of few to speak up about how awful making simple viking garb can be, but I know you are out there, suffering in silence between needles and endless seams. Don’t give up! But please, don’t be a fool like me. Start on time before a viking event. The Gods know it is stressful enough as it is. LOL.
I had the most spectacular road trips this summer, we were cruising on epic mountain roads like this.. *Sigh* … Behold Trollstigen, Norway! The majestic landscape is overwhelmingly beautiful, and one has to focus not to create dangerous situations. At some locations the road is carved into the mountain itself, and the mountains surrounding Trollstigen reach an altitude of over 1600 meters. Indeed, this place is vibrating with troll energies, and I hope to take a long hike around the area next year. Simply driving through it isn’t enough for me – I want more.
– Sól, The Viking Queen
This summers adventures took us places that we hadn’t seen before as we drove several miles on narrow norwegian roads. Suddenly it was as if something whispered;“take a turn, stop, breathe.” Those whispers guided us to a pit stop at Huldefossen, in Førde, Norway – A beautiful, magical place in the fjords of Norway. A few cows and sheep gathered around us, as if huldra herself was kulning by the waterfall. Who knows, maybe she was.
“Lom stave church was originally build around 1160. In the 17th century an extension onto the west transepts, a sacristy and the large central tower with a high steeple surrounded by four smaller towers were added. In the Middle Ages, Lom stave church was the most important church between Nidaros (Trondheim) and Hamar. Like today Lom was a busy crossroad between east and west. The church is decorated with acanthus baroque wood carvings. During the excavations in 1973, a lot of interesting things were found; the largest collection of old coins ever found in Norway, and a love letter written in runic characters.” – a tourist sign at the site.
During our Norway sightseeing vacation, we stopped in Lom, Norway to behold this stave church. I have very mixed feelings about stave churches. Indeed, they are beautiful and what interests me about them is the architecture, -or rather- the norse wood carvings. But…they remind me of a time where christianity was violently forced upon the vikings. I think that says more than enough about how I feel, and I’ll leave it at that. *Just so it’s said: believe what you will, be kind and respectful to others. We are all allowed to have faith in whatever we have faith in. Peace out!*
The hair is an offering from me to my dearest sister in spirit’s viking bling. She is the only one I will ever grant that kind of personal, spiritual gift to.
I didn’t realize how much I had missed the mighty mountains until I arrived at Gudvangen. Norwegian fjords and mountains makes me feel more centered, more alive. There was mead, there was laughter and there was ancient vibes. I met old, yet new friends (if that makes any sense). This was the beginning of my western Norwegian road trip, and as I am writing this, there are still more viking markets to go. Still, I wish the season was longer.. because meeting likeminded souls is a rare thing…even amongst likeminded people.
Dear followers, it has been a while – but you have been in my thoughts. I have been doing so many exciting things lately, both here in my beloved country and in the US (which some of you might know a little something about already;) This viking Gal have been constantly on the move the past few months, and my feet have barely touched my own home since I moved in. Gudvangen Viking Market was the highlight of this summers Viking adventures. The last time I visited Gudvangen was four years ago (!) and what they have accomplished over there blew me away. I love the atmosphere, and people were including and warm. In a bit of a rush here – but I have so many pictures – stay tuned for much more from this place in the coming days.