Thursday, 26 February 2015

The night before

The bags are packed, I am freshly showered and the taxi is ordered. Everything is ready, and adventure lies just a few hours away. Usually I would feel panicky now. Or emotional.  Or ill. When I was little my mother complained of an upset stomach before every trip. I hated it. Today I understand. It's the anticipating, the pack list, the fear, and ultimately the responsibility for safety,  for comfort but also for adventure.

Today, I feel serenely calm. Just another day, just another step. Let's take it!

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Off to new adventures - Chile




I'm off to new adventures, flying out to Chile the day after tomorrow. I am at the same time incredibly excited and terrified. My first time alone outside of Europe, my first time going to a conference, my first big trip by myself. Deep breath, and just go. That's what I have been telling myself anyway.

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Medeltidsveckan - Visby, Sweden

The Mister and I finally did something we have been talking about for years and went to the Medieval week that takes place every year in Visby, on Gotland. For an entire week the beautiful town, that looks like people forgot to modernise for at least 500 years, comes alive with music, a market, theater, shows and thousands of visitors in historical outfits. We had so much fun, with picnics, fire shows, midnight bathing, watching for shooting stars, eating wild boar and dancing like nobody is watching.

Thursday, 14 August 2014

Happy moments

Happiness is picking ripe, sweet blackberries under a beautiful sunset.

Happiness is that warm cup of tea as the afternoon slows down, and that first deep breath after leaving the office.

Happiness is stripping off all clothes and slipping into freshly washed sheets at night.

Happinesss is the unexpected warm sunshine on the face as you turns the corner.

Happiness is a smile from a neighbour.

Happiness is walking past the street musician, and stopping for a second, just to listen.

Happiness is in the moment, the image, the feeling. Happiness is here, if you are here to see it.

Tuesday, 29 July 2014

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In the flow

You know when you spend months looking forward to something, have big plan and then it suddenly sneaks up on you? That totally happened to me this time. I am going to the Medieval week in Visby next week and my dress is anything but ready. In fact, I have been sewing madly for the last two days in an attempt to get it ready. I love being stressed for things like this. Not always, not even regularly but sometimes it is good to remind myself that when crunchtime comes, I have untapped reserves of energy and motivation.



Saturday, 26 July 2014

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Remember June 2012, when I cut up an old top into yarn? And how about November 2012, when I tried and failed to turn it into a carpet?

I finally succeeded and turned all that yarn, that I have been collecting over the last couple of years, into a carpet! I have used old tshirts, shorts, tops, a dress and fabric scraps. Any type of jersey left over went into it.


It will keep my feet nice and warm in winter. I love how this project finally turned out. I especially love that apparently my wardrobe is so colour coordinated that it all nicely fits together. ;)


Wednesday, 16 July 2014

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I miss the train by 10 seconds



I miss the train by 10 seconds, after lying in bed too long and then having to rush madly. After being in such a hurry that I smudged the mascara down my face and failed to find my favorite shoes. After leaving the house without breakfast. After pedaling so hard on the way that the air feels hot and sticky.

I miss the train by 10 seconds because someone decided to close the doors 40 seconds early. After all this. After all that effort. I want to scream, rage at the employee who cheerfully calls "Too late for that train, love" across the platform. I want to make him, or anybody,  feel as miserable as I am feeling right now. There is a drunken sixteen year old inside me and she wants OUT. Now.

So I close my eyes and breathe. Feel my feet,  tingling from my dash across the station.  Feel the warm summer sun on my bare arms and face. Feel the weight of my backpack on my shoulders and the weight of my anger constricting my chest. Breathe. There is always another connection,  another chance.

I open my eyes: next train, 9:43, expected 9:48. And I laugh. 

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