Hello and welcome to Bagatell. I've been dreaming about having a page of my own to talk about knitting (what I do) and Norway (where I live) for some time now... I started with a weblog, which I update daily with what is going on in my life and have expanded a bit. You can find your way around by using the links at the top of this page.

Who are you? My name is Theresa. I'm an American... a North Carolinian, to be exact. I live near Oslo with a marvelous man, Sigurd, and his two daughters, Theresa and Amalie who stay with us every other week. I post something new nearly every day and adore comments and email. Want to know more? Read about us, look at some things I see or take a peek at my wish list. You could also look at the two pictures I submitted to The Mirror Project. I'm thrilled that you're reading and hope you come back soon! --Theresa

What's a blog, anyway? It's a "weB LOG," a web page made up of usually short, frequently updated posts that are arranged chronologically, the most recent on top, the oldest saved in an archive.

Why "bagatell"? I was trying (hard) to think of a name for my weblog and suddenly, like a bolt of lightening, I came on this word which I had seen used frequently Sophie's World, a marvelous book by a Norwegian write, Jostein Gaarder. It's the Norwegian version of bagatelle, a French word from the Italian bagattella meaning :: trifle. Perfect.

  (Note : bagateller is the Norwegian plural of bagatell)

Why "spelling Tuesday"? You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count. --Rabbit The House at Pooh Corner

What are you doing in Norway? Good question. I'm a kjærlighetinvandrer, an immigrant of love.

What's with all the knitting? I taught myself to knit in 1999 from a little book called The Knitter's Companion with help from my knitting aunts. (My Grandmothers also knit and one tried to teach me to crochet as a child, but it didn't really take.) I decided to learn to knit after witnessing a sheep herding demonstration one weekend at the Scottish Highland games at Grandfather Mountain. I went back to work the following Monday (as a nurse on a psychiatric unit) and heard a very clear voice in my head saying "This is not where you belong" and realized that I was meant to do is be Farmer Hoggett from Babe. This not being overly practical at the time, and having some insight that doing something with the sheep really meant first knowing how to knit...