Thursday, July 22

MMS

Some messages just make you smile. Like these images of my mother's dog Pax on vacation in Fallnaveka.

Early morning in Småland.


Another early morning in Småland.

Monday, July 19

Monday Morning Creativity

This morning I spent ten minutes I didn't have wrapping a belated birthday present for Andy's niece Tove. Because even two year old girls deserved to get presents that are nicely wrapped.

I made a quick card using a pink pipe cleaner, a piece of cardboard and a glue stick. I twisted the pipe cleaner into Tove's name, cut out a cardboard heart and glued them together. I put some leftover cardboard on top and weighed the card down with the Maker's Mark bottle while it dried and I put my make up on. And no, I did not have Maker's Mark for breakfast.

Just before I had to run to catch my train I glued the card to the package. And took some pictures.

Gift wrap from Lagerhaus.


Ms Stewart, I'm ready for my close up.

Tuesday, July 13

Bad Religion

Bad Religion are playing a club gig in Malmö next Friday. I have my ticket!



I saw Bad Religion at Mejeriet a few years ago. It was a good gig but insanely loud, to the point where it hurt. Let's hope they bring some classic songs, quality atmosphere and don't just crank up the volume to 11.

Monday, July 12

It's Hot!

The last few days have been hot. Tropical, Mediterranean, not-anything-we're-used-to-in-Sweden hot.
I went swimming on Sunday. The sea was lovely and cool, but as soon as I left the water I was warm again. I can't remember the last time that happened.

It feels really weird to wake up, take an ice cold shower, get dressed and put on make up... and then you're sweating again. The local trains are acting up too, making my commute a sweaty and tiring adventure. At least we have air-conditioning at the office.

I've wished for warmer weather all winter... just not this hot. Could somebody please turn it down a notch?

Friday, July 9

Two weekends in the woods

I've spent the past two weekends in Smålands woods. Last weekend was spent at Hultsfred Hayride with the HepCat Store. I took a road trip with Rob and we stopped by Hanna's house in Växjö.
We went to the lovely Kafe Deluxe for some beers and swing music and rode our borrowed bikes through the beautiful summer night. Mosquitoes included.
Hanna is truly a hostess with the mostess. She served us fresh strawberries and yoghurt for breakfast. Check out the Saint 21 blog for more on Hultsfred Hayride.

But the weekend before that, Midsummers Eve, was spent at our house outside Ljungby. We ordered a container and spent three days cleaning out the kitchen and one of the living rooms. We emptied the rooms completely, cleaned them and sorted all the stuff in the yard. We cleaned everything that we wanted to keep before taking it back into the house. The rest went in the container, often with satisfying sounds like "crash", "clank" and "boom". The kitchen alone took a day and a half to sort out. But we got rid of a lot of junk and all traces of mice.

Sorting in progress.


My paternal grandparents on their wedding day in 1943.
Black and white photo that has been coloured by hand.

We found some good things too, like the photo above. We kept the stuff we really liked and put the rest in boxes to give to charity.
I didn't think that we could fill an entire container over the weekend, but we did. We threw out almost everything that the mice had been at. And one dead mouse that we found in the back of a kitchen unit.

But it wasn't all work. We visited grandma and her kittens too. Kittens rule.

Our house. That's the old chicken house to the right.


The road to our woods. Pretty, ain't it?


View from the yard.

Tuesday, July 6

Writer's Crush

Ever had a writer's crush? Ever read words that just find their way to your heart? It's like falling in love with a song or another work of art; part admiration for the work itself and part admiring the artist who created it.

My current writer's crush are the lyrics written by Brian Fallon from The Gaslight Anthem. I've been listening to both their old stuff like Señor and the Queen EP and their latest album, American Slang. Let me tell you, that young man from New Brunswick has a way with words.

Brian Fallon

The lyrics and the way he delivers them is amazing.
"I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night, say a prayer for my soul Senorita."

And if there ever was a song that describes how I feel about my boys in the saint 21 crew it's Blue Jeans & White T-Shirts.

"Still we sing with our heroes, 33 rounds per minute
We're never going home until the sun says we're finished

I'll love you forever if I ever love at all

With wild hearts, blue jeans, & white t-shirts"


It's both weird and wonderful that the words of someone I have never met can move me and stir my feelings.

It reminds me of reading Shakespeare, CS Lewis and Laura Ingalls Wilder as a girl. Words can be relevant to someone else long after the writer has left this world.
Anyone who creates something leaves a little piece of themselves behind, for someone else to find. I think it's a very human thing. All most of us want in the end is to know that we made a difference, that us being here mattered.