Look what I found while clearing out my little storage unit. A moomin! And he's fishing.
In college, my friend Anna had moomin mugs. She grew up in Andover. Her family was Finnish. She spent the summer before our senior year in Helsinki. I was a little jealous. Helsinki seemed so much more magical than Providence, Rhode Island. We wrote letters to each other. Following Anna's example, I wrote Lentoposti on the envelopes to help the Finnish mail carriers. It's still the only word I know in Finnish. It means Airmail. But then, you knew that.
A few years ago I bought a couple of moomin mugs. I must have bought something else that was strawberry flavored because I think of strawberries whenever I see these fantastic creatures.
Here is another moomin object that I also have in my possession.
I don't remember actually buying this book. I just seemed to own it one day. The characters look so crazy. Especially the two red-headed creatures opening the circular door. Once a Scandinavian friend translated the entire book for me so that I would know the story, which is quite kooky and funny. I seem to have since forgotten though.