second coat

everyday life

This is how I feel about going to work nowadays (in two weeks I'll be a poor student again, yay for freedom!)

If my family's kayak was this shiny pretty red I would come along on trips more often. Last trip ended up in cold rain, hard wind and almost capsizing. This cutie was spotted one block from where I live two weeks ago, right after the catastrophic trip.

Molly and I passed these two dove babies on our way home from Zita (we saw Ponyo, you should see it!). Hope they survived somehow (not very likely on the steps to a hotel on Birger Jarlsgatan).

Scraps from the delicious Chinese dinner that Molly and I cooked after exploring the Asian food stores - I'm trying to make the most of living next to "Chinatown".

seen on the streets in my hood

Tegnérgatan.

Olofsgatan.


(Only Pacman can save the streets)

Norrtullsgatan.

decay

Poor chilli plants.

ipod case

Last week I finished this. I used some sort of cotton crochet thread, single crochet and a tiny needle. It was easy peasy, just a couple of hours crocheting. Yet it took me over a year.

ingen katastrof är för stor för karlssons

Jag lyckades slå sönder min favoritblomkruka (den är handgjord, från nåt slott, tack mamma) när jag skulle öppna fönstret på vid gavel i hettan. Den var perfekt för den krukväxten, rotsystemet hade anpassat sig till krukans form så det var otänkbart att byta.

Tur att man alltid har en tub Karlssons klister hemma... eller två. Det gick på nolltid att klistra ihop, jag skar mig bara lite (och det vägdes upp av att få dra bort torkade klisterfjäll från fingertopparna, så härlig känsla!). Och så ett extra lager inuti så krukan håller tätt.

Nästan som ny!

Och glöm inte att Karlssons är bra att ha utanför hemmets väggar också (särskilt på måndagar).

Iceland

Maria and I took another business trip.

This time we went to Iceland.

Reykjavik was really cool (a bit windy sometimes though).

Most buildings, even churches, where made of corrugated iron. That's kind of hardcore...

Everyday at 8.50 it was súpa dags (booze time... or soop of the day).

Helvítis fokking funk!

We believe some Icelanders are a bit crazy. The owner of this bicycle for instance.

But they are also very progressive and really really nice.

And you can have lots of fun with Icelandic if you're Swedish (franskar kartöflur = pommes frites, färdigrätter som man micrar heter skyndir rettir).

Dáðadrengur... massmördare?

We found an amazing art project in the streets of Reykjavik. Some famous photographer's work was all over the streets downtime. I especially liked these two. Private sphere versus public space is always interesting. (they had some interesting street art too in Reykjavik)

We found our favourtie café in the entire world next to the city pond. It was like the Moomin house, with soft jazz music in the background - perfect for an office and studio place (we had a lunch meeting there).

Friða Frænka was a very curious, cute and cluttered antique store.

Egils Gull was the best beer.

Most of the trip was work. But we managed to cram in a whale safari. We got to wear overalls and we saw lots of wild dolphins.

And a ride on Icelandic horses.

And we got to sit in the sun and look at the sea. So blue! (so was the Blue Lagoon, we crammed that one in as well on the way back to Keflavik Airport)

It was a grand trip, and my only vacation this summer (now I'm back at my car insurance claim adjuster summer job). Thank you Ilmur, we really did get inspired by Iceland (but this video still freaks me out).

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