a march tea giveaway

The two newly arrived rather special and a tad quirkier than usual bobbaloos thought it would be quite appropriate to have another tea giveaway - in celebration of their arrival perhaps, but more in celebration of March, of spring, of lighter days. And who am I to say no to such a demand suggestion? It has after all been a while since last. So I got two bags filled with lovely flavourful teas of Swedish origin, well at least the flavours are, and all you have to do to win one of the bags is to

leave a comment in this post and tell me what your one most favourite thing about spring is (and I wouldn't be the least bit sad if you told be what your favourite tea is too of course) - last day of entry will be March 15

The tea in the red bag is a wonderful winter-ish flavour from classic Stockholm bakery/café Vete-Katten ('The Wheat Cat') called Vete-Kattenblandning (the Vete-Katten signature tea-blend).

The tea in the white bag is from the sweet Swedish tea company Kränku from island Gotland, their classic blend Guteblandning (Gute means 'Gotlander') with hints of anise and citrus. Oh, I'm sure you'll love any of the flavours.

happy weekending ~

Newcomers Lucia Bun (aka Lussebulle) and Crumpet (aka Chokladbiskvi) - yes such can the madness be of a bobbaloo woman, that she utters wishes about cake-ish bobbaloos... -

wishing you a most glorious one. Here we plan to enjoy weekend with (obviously) tulips, tea, cakes and bobbalooos (nb, the latter not for eating, however delicious they might look or their names might sound).

Do have a good good one ~ ~

the time of ms march

Time for Miss March to make her appearance on the municipality inhabitants' walls.

 

And quite soon-ish it's possible to enjoy fika outdoors.
Snowdrops already appearing.
Oh, I do hope the snow will continue to melt melt melt away now.

the camera pencil sharpener etc

Looki looki, this is what I got for my name day, a rather fabulous Rolleiflex-ish pencil sharpener. Granted one doesn't use a soft pencil much anymore, but I found it quite irresistable when I spotted it at Fotografiska last autumn. And now I got one, from Kikkerland. It'll be another perfect addition to the pink office.

Admired by all. And ready to be put to sharpening use whenever the soft pencil urge hits.

February, as January, has flown by. The last day of the month held a hairdresser appointment for me, which left me with a spurcing and a fine little braid,

the skies were ridiculously blue and spring was most definitely in the air - though I won't hold my breath it's here for real for good until April arrives - and as a nice round off, the order I placed or not arrived in the afternoon. It looked awesome and joyous. But I've decided it's not really earned until project is finally finished come next Sunday. Thus it won't be any showing and telling until then.

Bye bye February, welcome March ~

monday blues

Not blue as in having the blues, not at all, but I have to bow my head in a bit of shame and look at my blue boots - I completely forgot about an afternoon appointment I had today. Luckily it wasn't with a prospective client - phew - nor an appointment I have to pay a not-showing-up-charge for - phew again - but still. I have never ever missed a meeting or appointment just because I forgot, until now. And I really hate wasting other people's time, as much as I hate when someone wastes mine.

It will not happen again. And I really really have to get into the routine of checking the Filofax at least every Sunday evening... Plus I could have made a remind-me in iPhone of course. I blame my slight absent-mindedness on working. Which makes it semi-alright, in some little way, I suppose. And I guess missing an appointment/meeting was meant to happen sooner or later, at least once in a lifetime.

On yesterday's post - ya'know, however lovely it would be to have such a fabulous chair or similar to it of my own, I wouldn't dream on spending that kind of money on a chair. My home and life is simply not built for grand pieces of furniture like that. And even if wallet permitted I would not anyway, there are better ways to spend money or treat yourself, I think, but it is indeed a dreamy and crazy lovely piece, I know.

I'm so predictable, in the ways of treating myself, so let's say it's both a thing of prettiness, colour, usefullness, wearability and not something I strictly need or lack. I'm guessing the thing I ordered or not will show up later this week or not, but I'm thinking it will not show up in blog until this project of mine is finished in, now less than, two weeks. And I will definitely not be wearing or not the thing I ordered or not until spring has properly arrived...

I'm also delighted, just delighted to hear that some of you have decided to get the bobbaloos food & drink adventures book! I do hope you enjoy it, best done so in the company of a yummy cake, or at least so I've heard ~

on the last february weekend

There's a distinct feeling that this weekend has been very productive. The good thing about working while in general just being is that it doesn't feel like work since I'd do pretty much the same without getting paid for it (as I am slightly nerdy regarding this that will now be revealed in two weeks). I just have to pay a bit more attention to exactly what I'm doing. It does keep the brain and eyes active. But it also isn't very relaxing. But I enjoy it. Though I also feel many other things have been put on lowflame, but there's only so much one am able to accomplish at one time. Only two weeks left, it's fun, but I think six weeks of this, in its current shape and payment-form is quite enough. But a good start it is. A good step.

Which may or may not have influenced me in thinking I need to treat myself to something very special when these weeks come to an end. I may or may not have placed an order already. I may or may not be slightly crazy. But a productive weekend, feeling pretty much on top of things may or may not make people make decisions of extraordinary treats for the hardworking self.

Spring is in the air, February is almost at an end. Yesterday was a rather nasty day weatherwise, but today brought blue skies after a long good night's sleep. And there have been many colourful moments during this productive weekend. Yes the weekend turned out pretty much as I had hoped, possibly even better.

I've seen awesome door handles, had good food and nice fika, spent time with small sized woollies, cuddled kittens and slightly larger cats, worn blue shoes and seen a lot of blue skies. I think the may or may not placed order was really really called for.

I hope your weekend was grand and wishing everyone a week in the same style. And even if I'm not visiting and commenting on blogs in the way I usually do it doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you all, but you already knew that, right? Right. Happy week!

have a pawpy colourful weekend

Wishing everyone well-deserving a most pawpy and colourful weekend.

I'm going to spend mine sleeping, working and with little friends, which pretty much is what an ordinary week holds - oh and have something nice to eat, but that goes without saying of course.

Have a lovely one ~

the pia day

Admittedly I had forgot it was my name day today, February 22. But my mum came by with a little awesome gift (I'll show it another day) and a semla (yesterday's semla was better than expected, but not as good as the bananza one today). Not that name days is a big deal really, but it's nice with any wee excuse to celebrate a little, wouldn't you agree?

M, the absent minded mister, had completely forgotten about it being the Pia-day though - I will try and look pass that, be magnanimous and get him a little something for his name day in a few days. Because the older you get, the more fun it is to give things rather than receiving. Giving a gift is double the fun.

Other than that I basically spend my days writing, writing, writing and when I'm not writing I'm thinking about what I should write about. What I have been writing about will be revealed in about three weeks now I should think. It's pretty much all absorbing, it was meant to be part time, but as it is a neat way to get an income - granted not at all the decent income I aim for having, but still better than recently as well as better than I had initially budgeted for Prosit's first months - so I've worked hard and full-time instead, and hopefully it'll be for good credentials. Three more weeks then it's bye to this assignment and I'll be available for new clients.

To be honest I'm a bit too tired and pre-occupied to be chirpy and call that oh-I-want-this phone-call just now -

side note, I know, I do know, I'm completely and utter silly about this, I don't mind you point that out at all, it needs to be pointed out, though I am ridiculously aware of my daftness here. But I love my e-mail and irl-meetings, can't we just skip the thing called phonecalls for good? -

and be in a better mood when this assignment is well over. The future belongs to procrastinators. That is a fact of life.

I'm also very very grateful for being able to work from home right now, because the weather is simply awful right now, the beautiful snow has turned into slosh which then has turned into ice, temperatures around +-0, roads are icy hell and there have many many unavoidable car accidents these past few days and I'd imagine many broken legs on icy, treacherous streets... So the comfort of working from home is great in many many ways.

I also love the fact that all this writing simply fuels my passion for writing, in most anyway imaginable, I'm not picky with this, it doesn't have to be long, clever, intriguing, advanced, intellectual, pretty much any kind of wording will do. It's wonderful and magical somehow.

When this assignment is done, I will once again open my feed reader... and hopefully not be completely appalled by the number of blogposts that have appeared there. And I'll get reading and commenting again, because I have the time again, but  most of all because I know I want to.

It's been a good name day, very unpretentious, but good. And tasty. And loafie. And full of sweet kitten cuddles. Really, what more could one wish for?

happy fat semla tuesday ~

It was an imminent threat that today of all days, on the sacred Swedish Semla day of all days, on Fat Tuesday I was not going to have a semla. Disaster alert! And as I'd rather have no semla at all, that a bad one, I'm still hesitant of the one M picked up from work. But time will tell - and I will edit this post - and the thought of having a semla after all on Fat Tuesday is comforting somehow. And not having to make do by only looking at cute but non-edible ones.

The one in the picture I had last week, it was lovely. A sourdough similar to the Stockholm Super Semla, not quite as top notch, but very very edible just the same. No matter what size or colour, we all agreed on that.



Happy Fat Tuesday one and all,
I hope you've had or will have at least one good semla today!

little sunday reds

To round off the red week in blog I give you

A) a red Moomin spatula I originally got as a gift in December, but it turned out to be broken (buhu) and I had to wait to get a new one until now. This one is a better one though, with a feisty Little My instead of a jovial Moomin depicted on spatula. I'm sure it'll help me make grand bakes.

B) a mini-grater from Jo!e - I thought it looked clever and handy for when you just need to grate something small. And it was red.

I'm also thinking that I want to be more like Little My this week - which I certainly can be at times, my parents always thought/think she's very me and I'm not exactly sure it's a good or a bad thing, but I like feisty - and not prevent myself from doing stuff because I feel possibly inadequate for a task - which I'm not, I'm brimming with ideas, passion and competence - or uncomfortable - because I truly hate the phone thing - but most of all because if one (read I) really really very much want something, it's easy to keep on dreaming about it and as long as one has not taken the (semi)final step to get it one hasn't really risked getting a not so favourable answer.

But if one (I) don't take that step I'll get no answer at all, favourable or not, and it will simply be an unproductive status quo. And the only one who is stopping me is the self. And really, what's the worst thing that could happen? It's not as if I'll get punched, fined, arrested or doomed to eat meat for the rest of my life. So get this sorted now, be a proper Little My. This is just serious silliness, unworthy awkwardness.  Just do it. No matter what, I'll be alright. It really will.

Red bonus information of today -

A) I inaugurated the red gore-tex boots, the weather here is now a most unpleasing combo of ice and slush, and they were pretty lovely. And feet were dry. Touch wood. Or gore-tex.

B) When you're a Red Top and you get really really tired of your flat out Sleeping Sister you might as well practise the subtle art of suffocating such a boring sister ~



Happy week to come for all!