going away

This is what I saw when I woke up today

(I've been away on an educational weekend with CISV - learned about scary and important things like group dynamics, conflict solving, team building, etc to prepare for being staff on a summer camp in July - and had a nice time with nice people)

This is what I will see when waking up tomorrow. I'm off to Paris for four days. To see Anneli one last time in my favourite city on the earth (so far).

A vendredi...

monstrous

Look what I got!

Just like that, in an envelope without even the smallest note. How are you doing Jennie? And how did you do these? Printed, but how? No matter how and what and why I find them gorgeous! Now I'll have to sew a black tote and put them on it. No, wait, I got to sew a tote for Micaela in this fabric. But then I'll sew one for myself. Whenever that will be. (I hate sewing, especially bags).

Tusen tack, Jennie, du är så gullig och duktig så det är inte klokt. Jag ska sätta mig ner och skriva brev nu ögonblickligen. Ta hand!

found in the streets of Stockholm

These are some of my favourites from the last couple of weeks.

found at home

We're repainting a room. Tearing down old wallpaper is fun (but not plastering and grinding).

Especially when you find such a pretty pattern underneath. This would definitely work on a back wall in a trendy Stockholm café.

I also found some pulp fiction hidden behind the other books in the book shelf (had to empty the room). They were behind the feminist litterature, on the same shelf as my gender studies books and even Beauvoir's The other sex. Hilarious! :)

This one is my favourite, just look at the cover. Sooo tacky!

I'm putting it on my list of books to read (which is ridiculously long and still growing). Listen to this: "Då sändes Nick Carter till Mellanöstern. Men Salobins kidnappare hade inget hemland. De ville bara ha pengar. Mycket pengar." (Then Nick Carter was sent to the Middle East. But Salobin's kidnappers had no country. They just wanted money. A lot of money.) You just can't miss it!

red 21

I recently turned 21. That's more than you can count on your hands and feet. Can you tell that I'm growing old?

Dad got me lots and lots of red tulips (a flower that I'm learning to appreciate more and more thanks to yarnstorm)

Then there was gräddtårta (classic birthday cake with whipped cream and strawberries).

And the delightful desert at Landet, where I celebrated with family and then with friends. Then there were pink and red cocktails of which I have no photos (but others do).

The bathroom at Landet wasn't really red, but it was very pretty indeed.

granny square therapy

Woke up today once again on the bottom of an existential black hole. And hungover. What to do? Crochet crazily loudly coloured granny squares in super cheap acrylic yarn.

Already feeling better.

Running out of purple.

The result (sublimation?)

The rests.

the art of squeezing a thumb

take a bathroom door, put your thumb in it and pull hard

* ouch ouch ouch! *insert your favourite curse here

look, it's turning blue!

my healthy thumb, for reference...

EFIT: blurry details

EFIT is Ett foto i timmen (a photo an hour). Yesterday was an EFIT day. First I almost forgot about it. Then I remembered that Lilla Lila doesn't work. I thought that maybe macro is her best mode - maybe she could take good pictures if I just focused on the details? I liked the thought of documenting the details in my everyday life. I'm not sure Lilla Lila liked my idea though... So here are a few (I forgot some hours) blurry details of my everyday life.

07.59: keyboard

09.01: tea cups

10.01: toothbrushes

13.01: hand washing my idla suits (during a show I wear each suit for about 5 minutes, but it takes an hour to wash them all - what a waste of time!)

14.00: lunch with mellansyster at därmedpasta

15.01: at the library

16.07: bead crocheting

17.04: crochet tools

18.16: yarn

19.03: on the way to the african dance class (I'm late as usual)

21.53: tree in the street light (walking Molly and her malfunctioning bike home)

23.38: bedtime story

SPC: street photography

The May self-portrait challenge is street photography. Another hard one, intimate yet again (but not quite in the same way as the body parts challenge). I failed my first try, but I'm posting it anyway.

I was waiting for the bus after a long day (which continued into the everlasting night, and then the weekend: carpe noctem, carpe diem, carpe vitam...), thinking of nothing and everything. Then the little kid to the right of me started crying. His mum took him in her arms to comfort him. It was a beautiful moment - mum smiling and hushing, kid calming down, still with tears on his cheeks. I suddenly came to think of the street photography theme for May. But I wasn't quick enough (I should have used my own broken camera, not pappa's). At least I will remember the image I never captured by looking at this, sorry I couldn't show it to you...

april mosaic

the concrete jungle

I just found this concrete jungle, via Wooster Collective. Imagine finding tiny elephants on your street, in your hood, in your city. That would so make my day!

Until I live in New York (that will probably never happen) I can just dream of zebras and tigers - or start looking for cheap plastic animals myself...