Thursday, July 24, 2014
We're having a heatwave. Just like last summer. (And strangely enough a year exactly on this day...). And I'm sure noone will complain about this when Scandinavian winter comes. And the weather is as the weather is, not much one can do about it, just accept. Well, except that this isn't normal and very likely an effect of global warming and pretty much all down to exactly that, what we humans do.
That aside, because it's just too hot to go all intellectual and analyzing right now, I'm thinking that a daily weather cat is a fun thing (via the InstaWeather app) Instead of complaining about the weather, what does a cat do to beat the heat. Besides being awfully cute no matter weather conditions of course.
Upside down always works.
Or simply find the perfect cool-ish spot in the shade.
Myself I relish a good fresh juice when it's hot. Too bad the cleaning of the juicer suddenly feels terribly laboursome. Otherwise I would gulp down pints of it every day right now.
I guess +30C doesn't sound that hot, to some, but when you look at a thermometer in the sun and see +46C I'm thinking it might be at least a bit hotter than 30 degrees, here and there.
Summer is a lovely time of the year, it really is. But I'm quite happy with temperatures around +25C. And breezes. And being able to sleep in a cool bedroom. And not feeling all sticky and uncomfortable about five minutes after taking a shower. Plus energy and inspiration, where have thou gone?
I am however very grateful for not being covered in thick fur when a heat wave strucks.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
I bought three things in Krakow I treasure a bit more than the rest of the bunch (teas and skincare). And they are 1) the Little My handbag of course.
2) This adorable handpainted on ceramics brooch, called Chestnut girl. I'm not a great user of brooches, I have a little collection but I rarely remember to wear them. But this one was truly delightful and with a little "acorn" (one of my favourite shapes) dangling on it too of course I had to buy it. There were about six different girl motifs in different colours and in the end I chose this one. It was only when I got home that I saw on the back of the brooch that it was called Chestnut girl - which perfectly fits my hair and me being an October child. Bought in a tiny artisan shop called Galeria Manu Ciao in the inspirational, charming olds Jewish quarters of Krakow.
3) A T-shirt with a happy hamster. In a helmet. On a scooter. It may be ridiculous, mass-produced, and cheap but it's also such a happiness instigating silly little wearable thing. Possibly one of the best T-shirts I've ever owned. Happy hamster driving a scooter, I think there may be a law that says that every wardrobe should have one. And if there isn't it should be. Wouldn't you agree?
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
One of these days I'm going to blog about my three favourite places to eat in Krakow, now is not the day. Instead I'm going to share the simple fact that I had my first red velvet cupcake in Krakow. And it was lovely.
I'm not a fan of cupcakes, I do not appreciate the overly sweet frosting or topping, but I prefer a robust muffin with fruit/nuts. Thus I very rarely have cupcakes. But the concept of a red velvet cupcake has always sounded legendary, luxurious, delicious and irresistable - but difficult to come by in Stockholm.
Who'd knew I'd stumble over one in Krakow of all places. Can't say that the cafe/bakery itself, Cupcake Corner Bakery, was very charming to sit down for a sugar dose in. But the cupcakes - thank goodness for reasonable sized ones and not supersized! - were adorable and very tasty (as far as cupcakes go). If they had had soy milk for latte I'm sure the red velvet experience would have been even nicer. For me. The bobbaloo thoroughly enjoyed the overall experience in every detail. It's not every day you have a close encounter with a perfect bobbaloo sized cupcake of the red velvet kind.
Where do you stand when it comes to cupcakes?
Love or hate? Why or why not?
If love, which is your favourite?
And what do you think of the red velvet?
Monday, July 21, 2014
This week I was suppose to start a new rather exciting copywriting project -
sadly not the one I was/am really passionate about, but very interesting just the same. And to be honest, as it is such a curious and serendipitious thing I do suspect that for reasons I can't tell, they're connected in some way. Because I don't believe that *coincidences* like this just happen, for no reason and without connection -
but as things look now it seems like the project won't start until mid August. Oh this waiting game, in different shapes and sizes! I truly feel I've been playing it for too long now. Waiting for other people to come to the right place and mind in time, the not being able to influence the decision-making-stage, just waiting for others to...
About high time something fabulastic happened on a professional level, because seriously, hard work, determination, skills and a passionate attitude with a dash of creative madness should pay off. Period.
Until the Universe, which works in mysterious ways as we all well know, see it fit to let those dreams to come true, well I'll keep working on less exciting but billable stuff and at least have time to enjoy the summer and the weather. So I'm not complaining as such, although anticlimax, it's such a nuisance. What is it good for, absolutely nothing.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
One (of many) things I loved about Krakow was that it seemed a somewhat common thing to be served fresh fruit and berries with your drinks, food and desserts. So from breakfast to evening drinks, you could always enjoy a handful of fresh summer fruit.
I could get use to that. At least I can do it at home, the fresh juice du jour might need fruitful company. Lunch, dinner and tea too. I wish I had my own blueberry and raspberry shrubs, sadly they don't seem to enjoy my (lack of) care. So I will stick with apples, melons, peaches and such.
A simple, nice and oh so tasty idea I took with me from Krakow. Thank you.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
To be honest it's been about 1,5 years since bobs moved to the great Scandinavian settlement. A shocker, I know. Ungraspable really.
About high time for new blood. Say 'hi' to the two fresh on the block ones, stripey Minxy and dotty Jeffers. Let the fun begin for new small sized woollies! And their adorable heinies.
Friday, July 18, 2014
When I've collected my thoughts, feelings and photos I'll write some posts on favourite places in Krakow, general impressions, Auschwitz and human behaviour and such. I will also need a couple of good nights' sleep and foot pampering. Because in my world going on holiday certainly don't mean rest and relaxation.
This post will be about the best purchase made in Krakow - a handmade shoulder bag with Little My. Leather yes, which, if not shoes and recycled, I've stopped buying. This is a one-off piece made from recycled bits. Roomy enough to fit a laptop and lots of stuff. I think it's delightful and quirky. Feel free to be green with envy.
Spotted by chance in a tiny shop just across the street from our apartment on Florianska. There were two and this is the one I didn't choose.
Perhaps it's still left, if you happen to long for dometing special and Moominish. The shop's name is Hand Made, situated on Florianska 20, Krakow, Poland.
When autumn comes - some glorious months from now - I and Little My will have great times together I'm sure.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Today we spent some heartbreaking, exhausting hours at Auschwitz - and just like the visit to Robben Island I can't stop crying or thinking about the senselessness. I will write and show more in a later post - and with a long bus ride there wasn't much else done. But so be it, it was a must visit. It should be a must visit for EVERYONE.
it was good to get soul soothing things done and seen today too. like good tea, great food, lovely cafes and the sweetness of animals.
good night, krakow ~
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
There might have been a bit of food and drink too, but basically a whole lotta walking, talking (Prosit had a business lunch) and a dash of screaming (interactive horror museum, I got persuaded. And apparently I survived.)