Min Muse ~ Emma Skovmoes

Fragments of Emma's life, documented during Bolette's visit to Emma in Nordvest, Copenhagen, in May 2026. "My Muse" is presented through the lens of Bolette Nord, founder of Bolet. Emma opens the door to the apartment she shares with her husband and their two children. Before I meet Emma, I’m greeted by the scent of freshly baked cookies. Then comes a hug. Her hair smells almost as sweet as the kitchen itself. For what must be the 101st time, she is baking the same cookies. Chocolate, sugar, butter, and flour. Nothing more complicated than that. With my cookie, she serves a hand-brewed coffee made from beans sourced from a newly founded roastery. She prepares it thoughtfully, telling me that it is usually Emil who makes the good coffee at home. But this coffee is perfect. The ingredients are perfect. Emma is a craftswoman. With a background in graphic design, she has found her canvas in the worn shirt, the hole in a pair of jeans, the jacket that has already lived a life. With needle, thread, and a keen eye for colour and composition, she gives each garment a patch and a new story. Her repairs are never hidden. They are highlighted, becoming small works of art. On her website, she writes about her desire to bring people together through craftsmanship and to inspire more people to repair their own clothes. Because the more of us who know how to mend, the more garments we can care for. It’s that simple. That is also why she hosts workshops, sharing her techniques and her approach to repair so the craft can live on through others. I see her work as a form of thread activism, a quiet insistence that what we already own has value. That wear and tear is not necessarily the end of a story, but the beginning of a new one. I believe we need more people like Emma. More people who insist on quality. Who choose to care for what they already have. Who choose well and let those things live long lives Emma first wrote to me because her Kære Glasgow I ring needed company. She received the first ring from her husband when their son, Ivan, was born. Back then, Emil decided that the ring should hold a small diamond to mark his arrival. Now another little boy had entered the world, and naturally, he should have a ring of his own, a second stone to become part of the story. At the same time, Emma had lost her father. She wanted to use part of the inheritance he had left her to create a ring for him, to let him become part of the story too. It is one of the things I love most about the Kære Glasgow rings. They can grow alongside life. New people can find their place. New stones can be added. The story is never quite finished. Her father's stone would be the largest. A lemon tree stands on the windowsill. It was his gift to Ivan on his birthday. Not the easiest plant to keep alive, but never an ordinary gift either. Together, we chose a sapphire in shades of lilac and dusty pink. It feels like the right choice. Emma talks a lot about time. About making something from scratch. About allowing the material to set the pace. A sweater should be allowed to take months to knit. That is part of its value. Time has taken on a different meaning since she became a mother. Between raising children, running a business, and the rhythms of everyday life, there is still a desire to keep evolving. To become better at her craft and to show others that there are alternatives to the fast and the mass-produced. That takes time. Perhaps that is the whole point.   Dear Emma. Thank you for your hands. Whether they are guiding a needle or tending the earth, they seem to be doing the same thing: caring gently for what is already here.  

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Min Muse ~ Josefine Wium

Fragments of Josefines’s life, told through a private friendship. My Muse is viewed through Bolette Nord, founder of Bolet. I visited Josefine and Lola at their allotment garden in Kastrup. A place Josefine uses to switch off. To paint the woodwork pink. To get her hands in the soil. And to cycle far enough from her apartment in Frederiksberg for her pulse to rise. Because Josefine needs her pulse to rise, she always has. Even though she dreams of the opposite. Her bicycle saddle is proof of that. The bike is only a year and a half old, and the saddle is already worn down. I love how tangible that is. Lola comes running to open the garden gate. Josefine is glowing because Lola is finally with her again. Being Lola’s mother is the title she values most. Josefine is more than a mother. She inspires because she dares to be honest about the personal growth she is going through, without pretending to have all the answers. She seeks out relationships that challenge her and offer new perspectives on what a life can look like. There is something special about the way she meets people. A genuine curiosity. A presence that makes even strangers feel seen and willing to open up. Because she truly takes an interest. Because she cares. “I care about you” is one of the phrases I associate with her the most. And perhaps that is the essence of Josefine: a person who makes others feel significant.   Josefine loves food. Right down to the ingredients, the craftsmanship, and the experience itself. She is drawn to people who truly know their way around a kitchen. Not necessarily fancy techniques or white tablecloths, just people who care enough to make an effort. She is not exactly a master in the kitchen herself (truth be told, darling), but she deeply appreciates those who are. She is the kind of person who loudly compliments the chef when something tastes outrageously good, because far too many people take it for granted when others spend hours creating something. More people should do that.If something is good, say it out loud.The world already has enough people who criticize. Far fewer actually give recognition when it is deserved. And these eggs are, of course, from her friend Kristella’s hens. Quality can be seen and tasted.  

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