Thursday, April 30, 2009
Malte on canvas and a letter box too, I think both motifs turned out quite lovely. Such a neat and simple idea for your photos. Now I can't wait to see what the gift recipient thinks...
Edit - reciever of above gifts was might happy as well as impressed. I do believe this will be my new "perfect gift", only for very special people of course.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Helena Rubinstein, although it is clearly signalling everything I associate (prejudicial or not) with animal prints (see above). The allure might have something to do with the promised drop dead gorgeous lashes - have you heard that one before? Still one has to try, at least once... - and went by the name *ta-da* Feline Blacks. Oh. my. have. to. have.
The serious try outs haven't begun yet. Still have some old mascaras to finish and not being a big user - but still like to search for the ultimate product, yes I'm dash weird in more than one way - that might take some time. Will be sure to return with a verdict on the piece though. Can looks be deceiving, will the feline touch always prevail, can I be a lash queen, that remains to be seen.
As much as us Scandinavian sun worshippers adore the sun there can clearly be too much of a seemingly good thing. Sweden, at least the Stockholm area, needs rain. Quite a lot of it if the parched nature is anything to go by. The ideal would naturally be rain by night and sun by day. But of course, at the moment I'd love to see a dash, or much more, of rain anyway the weather deities see fit. Because it is dry, too dry for comfort, too dry for this time of the year.
If (when!) it rains I will be wearing my wellies. At least if I'm not going to walk a whole lot, because frankly, they do leave quite a bit to be desired as far as long wearing comfort and feet ergonomics - is there such a word? Now there is anyway - are concerned. Something I didn't realised until after I had walked a lot in them. Their sweet looks are both alluring and very deceiving. I blame it on the pink lining, I couldn't resist that.
Or the mesmerized chequered pattern on the one pair (brand unknown) that came with a rather hefty price tag that I wouldn't dream of paying today, but which I felt was totally reasonable all those years ago. The lining of the apricot ones also have flowers. Always a big plus. And they come from NoaNoa. Another big plus. Pretty to look at. Pretty to wear. For about 15 minutes. I blame the less than completely satisfactory investments on my wellies-soft-spot.
Because such a spot I'm guilty of - in a very pure non fetisch way of course -, I would love to have loads of wellies in different colours and patterns. If they were comfortable. And if the amount of rain falling would make such investments justifiable. At the moment it clearly doesn't.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
And no, I actually don't think it's always the thought that matters. Because what if the thought is completely warped and out of touch. Giving money to a good cause instead of splurging on something silly that won't be appreciated is of course always a decent thing to do instead.
This quirky - and inspirational - bracelet is such a hinted thing though. I happened to spot it in the window of a certain favourite shop of mine - one I don't frequent nearly as much as I would like, but that is a very good thing... - and as it happened to be a distinguished day coming up, hint giving was the uttermost appropriate way to go.
I think this designer unknown bracelet is quite lovely in an understated way. In an ideal world of quirky bracelets I would have liked the silver rose bud to be a bit larger, but the bracelet that did offer that had such a drab fabric.
Haven't inaugurated it yet, as I am waiting for the perfect short sleeved day for that. Come that I'm sure we'll have much fun together.
Meet Leo, the new Easter friend of one loaf dog. Leo squeaked about three days before he went all quiet. Not a lot of lionly stamina in that friend. And that despite being ra elative to both Hippo and Pongo.
The pet shop which actually made a big fuss about this particular kind of latex toy being close to indestructible wasn't the least bit customer friendly when complaining about the lack of squeaker quality. Will the shop continue to be the loaf doggie toy supplier? Nope, shouldn't think so.
Leo is now silently supporting Hip Hippo & the Funky Squeakers.
Monday, April 27, 2009
The horrible cold is persistently nasty and has now been a faithful companion for almost four weeks. I do think I am entitled to a bit of grump regarding that.
I have some of these refreshing, softening wet wipes with rosemary, menthol and eucalyptus left, but when the package is empty nose is left to own devices. Haven't seen these in any shops back home, so what will nose do next time nasty cold strikes?
Ah-ha, heureka, I knew there was some obvious yet not quite graspable reason for me being *slightly* anti, sceptical with people who favour black and bland.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
A) I didn't get the paper because of the limited edition appeal, I always use this brand because me and my posterior are always discerning. The need for soft & stylish is in our genes.
B) I'm not a closet toilet paper collector, I'm simply a finical user.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
The gorgeous tulip pattern on silk screams both spring and me, the reverse side is cotton jersey which neatly holds it in place without hair pins. Yes, thank heavens, in place it stays even on one ridiculously silky, downy, frizzy unmanagable Scandinavian hair type of person. Call me Ms Tulip Head.
kikapic's shop on Etsy
Friday, April 24, 2009
And even if I'm not exactly running out to get another book by the same author, or it being all that likely I'll ever read anything else by her at all, it was a rather enjoyable, simple, relaxing 457 pages read. Not brimming with (too many) genre cliches, not a writer trying too hard to be witty, pretentious, aiming too high, not an awfully lot about being too fat and annoying appearance obsession.
Some memorable passages, some lovely walks through London - I do very much enjoy when one gets to follow the character by street and areas, to restaurants and shops and all the comparisons London vs New York.
Also the kind of book one can safely read before lights out at night without having your sleep disturbed. And that's not to be wrinkly nosed at, and not a minor thing really.
I thought the last quarter of "the love of her life" got slightly lengthy and overall the book would probably have improved with being shortened about 100 or so pages.
One of my favourite bits in the book did occur in that very last quarter of it though, chapter 41, when the main character got that urge to talk, talk to strangers about more or less insignificant details of her life, of things, just to vent, just to get a complete stranger's view on the matter. I too get such urges sometimes. But I never act on them, of course I don't...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Because it's when you return home, had a good night's sleep in your own bed, unpacked the suitcases and bags, admired your purchases, done the laundry, downloaded the photos, had a decent cup of tea in a decent sized cup, recuddled with the furries, it's only then you can really begin to get to sort out your thoughts properly, get the best analyzing perspective of the experience and hopefully just bask in the afterglows of it.
Perhaps be utterly grateful for what you have. Long for something better, different, change. And the latter may apply for other beings than yourself.
So, before I've sorted those thoughts - and photos - out, any wild, or possibly educated, guesses, what have I been up to lately, where have I been hearing the omnipresent wing beats of history and basked in the real sun, just by looking at this single photo...?
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Scarecrow also kind of seriously dig pansies, pansies, pansies, so much that more of them have mysteriously moved in on the premises and planted themselves - yes, honest truth - in flowerpots here and there. Resourceful little happy faces. What's not to love ~
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I can imagine it would be utterly nice sweeping by there in the mornings - park the red vespa prudently outside - and get to creative work, oozing brilliant ideas all day. Yeah, I kind of think it would definitely be rather sweet to go to work on those premises, pleating or not.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I also like the fact that you can have a lovely meal, tea and cake - although the lack of whipped cream for scones and cakes despite asking politely is of course appalling and extremely close to a mortal sin - at the Almonry situated tucked away in the gardens behind the cathedral. How often do you get a view like this with your lunch?
Saturday, April 18, 2009
But the truly bravest and shiny ones of course opt for a nap in the sun first chance ~
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
loved by everyone, tulip marauders alike.
My Easter in summation.