Wednesday, September 01, 2021

farewell summer, hello autumn 2021


I’m so relieved August is done with. It was another rough month for me. And as it’s been a rough 1,5 years for the world to get through, including me, it would have been immensely appreciated had it been a kind month. But alas, not so.

I finished the month with a costly health check-up on Zigne. A runny nose that I’ve looked after and she’s been her chubby, happy, healthy self all the time. With the fully vaxxed status I felt it was time to do a proper vet visit (did chose another clinic than the one within walking distance, as I’m not exactly happy with how they dealt with Ztina’s issues a couple of years back, scroll to find the story, inserting links writing on the iPhone is such a hassle…) as I also felt she significantly lost weight only last week. 

Her blood tests were fine, still waiting for the thyroid one, and her temperature normal. She did have a little heart murmur and possibly some bad teeth (I’m getting the long Ztina-story vibe here…). She got a subcutaneous injection of water and I’m rinsing her little nose with sterile saline solution (which has been easier that expected). As she hasn’t been too happy eating the usual dry food these past few days I’ve given them all more wet food, which unfortunately isn’t doing well with the two oldest cats tummies, but there you are… She has happily eaten a lot of wet food and was definitely perkier this morning. 

This afternoon she was looking unhappy again and I noticed her right leg was still swollen from yesterday’s water top-up and it seems to cause her discomfort and pain. I just hope it’ll have settled until tomorrow. And if not that the vet can give advice by phone only for this.

Just like Ztina through her long-winding ordeal, Zigne was such a trooper all through the hours soent at the vet. But I’m well aware of how to tell if your cat is plotting to kill you…

Last week I decided to get myself that annual dentist appointment I should have had just in the beginning of the pandemic. As my Marathon Man (my pet name for the dentist I went to for +20 years, scroll back in old posts for story) retired out of the blue, and his clinic was on the other side of the city = 2 hours commute one way, but worth it for a yearly outing to a dentist I knew and trusted, I decided I needed to find a much closer one.

And then came the pandemic.

It has been difficult to find recommendations for dentists nearby (I’ve been to one local clinic for an emergency filling some years ago, and they were just awful), but then someone said she was happy with an all-female dental clinic a couple of train stations away. On the website they all wear different bright and happy dentist clothes too, so of course it felt right to try them out.

Had crossed every finger and toe, and instructed the felines to cross their paws firmly, that the teeth were alright and nothing major needed doing, as I haven’t felt any issues with them.

No such luck sadly. I quickly said that I will definitely not have the money to do everything the dentist suggested, and to me it felt like more cosmetic dentistry than necessary stuff, if I’m honest. But apparently I need at least one root filling (oh the joy!), possibly two and two cavities that need fillings. The one root filling is in a teeth my old dentist warned me could possibly act up in the future because the cavity he filled was so deep but we decided to do it that easier way back then. So I suppose that was somewhat expected. 

The hefty hefty price from the cost estimation is just utterly depressing. For some crazy reason teeth and dentistry is not included in the general Swedish health insurance, so bad, costly luck if you have teeth issues as a grown-up… I now have two dreaded dentist appointments in September. And there will be at least one more to finish the root filling (my only consolation is that there has apparently been an infection under the filling - of which I haven’t felt a thing - so the tooth is already dead, just as with the root filling in 2011. Which *should* make it a smoother operation.

To top up really bad things in August 2021 to a threesome, Viola passed away unexpectedly too. Found her passed peacefully in my corner bookshelf one morning. She would have turned 14 in September. 

After this past year I feel like I’m hosting a cat death camp, loving and well-meaning, but nevertheless a doomed place. Four unexpected deaths during the oandemic alone, and then my mum’s two cats. No young cats, but still, too young for me. Even if I’ve lost the cats between the age of 10-13 in average over the years, to illness and a few sudden unexpected deaths, I’ve also had some reaching the age of 19 and peacefully passing away in their sleep. I hope they all felt they lived happy, content kitty lives in this residence. That’s all one can hope and wish for really.

As I’ve written about before (I hope, because to be honest my mind and memory has not faired well during the pandemic isolation…), one lesson of this 1,5 pandemic year and a restricted, small life is that every setback (big and small) get gargantuan proportions. And also that every happy little thing is much much appreciated.

So you can imagine how excited I/we felt when the commuter trains were back on track August 16. Just a simple Stockholm outing between rush hours (even if people still seem to work from home as much as possible), take the bus ride with a classic, beloved Stockholm view, go for a nice vegan brunch at a favourite place and pick up some vegan cinnamon buns before heading home again. Nothing spectacular just a simple rekindle with pre-pandemic life and a sense of normal.

The rain poured down. No cityscape views visible. The food was awful. And there were only two buns left at the bakery (I had forgotten to pre-order). Huzzah.

I’ve basically loved and raved about everything at vegan cafe/diner Mahalo ever since they opened up in 2016. I can only remember one less than top notch food experience there. Until now. Maybe it was a really bad Monday in the kitchen, or maybe the quality has declined rapidly during the pandemic. But nothing was good (except the excellent social distancing seating), the stack of fluffy American pancakes with some delicious fruit syrup turned out to be thin banana pancakes with a dollop of whipped cream and some fresh fruit. Two of the pancakes were burnt and shouldn’t have been served at all. And my own banana pancakes are way better. The oat latte was way too dark roasted and tasted burnt and nasty. The so called banana bread was a dry piece of salty (!) bread, nothing sweet and moist banana bready at all about it. And the replacement peanut butter (in lack of cream cheese) made all that salty, dryness grow in the mouth by chewing. Oh, and the watermelon juice was completely flavourless.

Not as one had would have liked the first little day in the city pan out.


On the small bright side was a fabulous second hand hat I won at a Tradera auction. Red. Marimekko. Unikko. It travelled from Lithuania, and the seller sent a complimentary chocolate bar. Alas not vegan, but the gesture was so nice and little mum enjoyed the chocolate. 

As I’m still finding myself in limbo workwise - that finding my purpose and my kind of people would continue to be this depressingly hard, is just ridiculous and well, depressing. To be continued. And the happy red hat hasn’t helped on my quest alas.

After the recent IPCC report, and after this obvious climate emergency summer (the horrific summer of 2018 was only a mere foretaste) I honestly don’t have any hopes left for a healthy sustainable future for humankind or the living conditions on this planet. 

That doesn’t mean I don’t want to continue making positive change and kind choices, the time that’s left. But it’s bloody hard work trying to battle for good when the majority chose ignorance. There is peace in acceptance. And I enjoyed Roy Scranton’s book ’Learning to Die in the Anthropocene - reflections on the end of a civilization’ very much. Or enjoyed is not the right word, it was refreshing, reaffirming, very relatable and somehow comforting. It’s so difficult not to be overwhelmed with Weltschmerz and climate angst every. single. day. To accept is to be released in a way. Highly recommend the read! The mix of critical thinking, science, history and philosophy is a good thing.

The Maria Lang collection is finally finished. It’s been fun to find the various titles second hand. Only had to buy one new book (the second hand ones costed at least 3 times as much… There are better ways to spend money). And I have even set aside a whole little shelf for it (as an inspiration to do the same sorting of all my other books that have basically ended up in various heaps these last few years). I’m now reading the 20th book, of 43, printed in 1967. I should of course ideally have begun reading it on December 13th as it revolves around murders in Lucia times. But there you are.

I’ve changed my bedding to fresh, crisp Autumn sheets - remember the second hand Marimekko set I won at Tradera, early summer, that smelled so strongly of nasty perfume? Three washes and the smell was gone. In bed it was accompanied by another re-print of an old Marimekko leopard print in a pillow cover, isn’t it cute?

A new month, a new season also calls for a new book. And I’m very much in need of a trustworthy, comforting one. Enter Isabel Dalhousie and the 13th book in the beloved Sunday Philosophy Club-series. I’ve also finally given up on a deeply overrated and utterly tiresome bestseller. It took 130 pages, but ’Circe’ is very much not my cup of tea. Too bad on a very good story idea. I ended up giving it a poor 1 star on Goodreads. And I’m certainly not the only one.  Life is too short to read crap books, even if I had very high hopes on this one they were not at all met.

I also made some amazing vegan cheesecake from leftover silken tofu last week. Only realised afterwards that I had actually forgotten to add the Oatly cream cheese to it, but only tofu, whipped oat cream, lemon juice, sugar and white chocolate made for a delicious *cheese* cake on their very own.

Now please please PLEASE, September, make Zigne a healthy happy carefree much loved bestie kitty again. ❤️

And dream job, please please PLEASE show yourself. Or second best, until that finally happens, some decent paid communication gigs/projects or other good freelance things. I’m exhausted, bored, restless, stressed and worried, all those feelings are such a waste of time and resources when fabulous me myself and eager I are just waiting for THE magic to happen! 💚

Saturday, July 31, 2021

farewell lost month of july 2021, welcome august of purposeful new beginnings


It’s with a big sigh of relief I’m saying goodbye and rip to July 2021. Apart from the second jab and being relieved I’m fully vaccinated at last (and trying to not think too much about the covid variants and other new viruses coming…), July has been pretty much all about surviving another day without proper sleep due to the global warming heatwave - yet, most people seem to still ignore, what planet are they living on?? 

And on that topic, what about ignorant, selfish idiots with too much money and not nearly enough compassion and common sense, billionaires that think the best thing to do with their money (that other people’s underpaid hard work has gained them) is to do space travels? 

The Seriously Stupid League of Men With Too Much Ego. Aka rich white men.

And every day now there are news, big and small, on nature’s revenge, atrocities caused by humans, not nearly enough kindness, compassion and common decency. It’s absolutely infuriating and heartbreaking. As if it wasn’t enough pre-pandemic - oh 2019, how little did we know! - the craziness is quite overwhelming and unbearable these days.

And yes, my first black garment in over 20 years has moved in. I think 2021 deserves it.

My original thought was that my wardrobe might need ONE black top to mix with my usual colourful skirts and cardis - when autumn and new work opportunities come, I sincerely hope and believe, can we all keep our fingers firmly crossed for that? - but somehow I think it’s a befitting dark memory in a bleak world of the month we’re just saying goodbye to.

It’s a Marimekko blouse I got second hand at Tradera. And I think it’s pretty much me in style at least, if not in colour. 

The very last thing I ordered in the month of July though, was a pair of extraordinary vegan, sustainable chunky sneakers made by Trash Planet.

Apart from planting 15 trees in Madagascar for every pair of sneakers sold they are also made of at least 50% recycled materials and waste products from the corn industry etc etc. The good stuff we need more of. Read more about the start-up’s story here:

I do love a good start-up story with visionary, compassionate and clever, creative people making things happen, with attention to details. The flexible trial-and-error mentality is fantastic and inspiring, something which big companies originally built around an unsustainable business idea can’t accomplish (unless they drastically change their business models and are willing to loose money for the greater good for us all…) - fast fashion and huge volumes can never be sustainable, no matter how much they try to greenwash things.

Now, let’s hope the shoes fit my discerning feet when they arrive. Otherwise I’ll have to return them in store after August 16 when  the trains start to work as usual again. I deeply do hope that will not be the case though. 

On the happy notes of July (even bleak times have those little glimmers of joy) are the fact that I now finally have two tiny tomatoes growing on the tomato plant I got from the thai food truck in May. The plant has grown a lot, but it obviously took a lot of time before it bore fruit. I hope this tiny pair will survive and be edible and gorgeous soon.

Next summer I will make more of an effort to grow different edible things in my garden again.

I have also finished quite a few books this hot month. The latest being another Maria Lang. As well as a biography about her, which I didn’t really like since it was rather poorly written. She wrote 43 + six books during her career between 1949 and 1990, and I have just finished the 1958 one.

Prior I re-read the ones up until 1966, but 1964 she also published a book of four short stories, 115 pages only. That one has proven to be ridiculously expensive to buy second hand (and it isn’t even signed or in top condition copies), so I ended up buying it in new print instead. For 1/4 of the second hand book price. 

Granted it is *somewhat* annoying I had to finish my full collection of her books like this. But there are better ways to spend that money than on one old book. The 42 other plus the biography consists of second hand books only of which 13 were found in my own bookshelf of course.

I’m also happy about all the good plantbased food I’ve eaten and cooked in July. One of them being the falafel burger with sweetpotato fries and salad from the above Årstiderna vegan, organic food box. When Blogger made things conciderably more technically complicated to publish photos in decent quality in blog, last year if my memory serves me right, it felt so uninspiring and timeconsuming to continue posting those organic, vegan, food inspiration blog posts. But I guess I should take the time, again…

Because, so much fantastic, green food, tips and tricks out there. Sustainably, cruelty free and fabulously tasty.

During this 1,5 years of isolation and supporting local food establishments, that has mainly consisted of the thai food truck with fab vegan options and the long walk cafe, there has also been one visit to the brand new local McDonald’s for vegan burgers (in this time of corona, anything new is concidered exciting…) and a vegan pizza last month that wasn’t very good as it was drenched in dairyfree sheese… 

Last week however, we decided to try out the pizzas at another local long walk establishment. Turned out they too had vegan sheese (I’m still amazed about this, signs that there must be other local vegans around, I just haven’t met any…). This time I asked for just a small amount of that though. Which was a hit, even the owner agreed, and all the veggies on top were fresh not tinned, the dough crisp and nice. It was such a great and tasty surprise, yay! Return visit is obvious.

In July I also got a second hand Marimekko strawberry peaked cap - even if I loath peaked caps because I think they’re generally incredibly ugly and unflattering on anyone over the age of 10, little mum disagrees and use them happily during summers. 

And as it was Marimekko I thought I might enjoy it and we could share it. But alas, so not my style. Much more little mum’s. So she got it as a gift for her recent name day and was very happy about that. 

Oh, I’m doing more than alright with my previous happy strawberry things so I’m happy with making someone else happy. Long term blog readers may recall that lovely Marimekko strawberry (or Mansikka in Finnish, jordgubbe in Swedish) shirt I got many years ago, that alas shrunk in the washing machine. I had to sell it on, and I still miss it… 

After my initial delight over the fantastic second hand finds you could make at Tradera, I’ve mostly concentrated on trying to sell stuff as I wrote about on LinkedIn - from the intitial hooray this is fun, things have slowed down conciderably alas. But sometimes it does take time to find THE right buyer, so that’s alright, even if a tad bit disappointing.

Now I’m looking forward to list autumn and winter pieces I no longer have neither use nor love for.

Amidst all the nice or neutral buyers I have now also had the less than pleasant opportunity to deal with a couple of seriously disturbed buyers with zero reason for their mad behaviours. They got their money back and were inmediately blocked. One of the facts of live; you can never truly escape the crazy, nasty, energy draining people.

I did win the bid on this pair of Marimekko apple green cow pillow covers though. Another one of my all time favourite of their prints. I got a fabric bag and a couple of kitchen towels in that design when we were in Helsinki in 2012, and I wished I had other items too. Now I can sleep in the comfort of cows in green fields!

Just when I had written that Tradera-circulary economy post on LinkedIn, my computer needed an update. Then it shut down. And I’m afraid it has finally given up. Managed to get the hard-drive saved in 2019, and the computer still working since then. This time I do believe I need to get a new one. But I still do very much hope an pray to the Universe (like atheists do) that the hard-drive and its documents can be moved. And no, I don’t have everything saved in the cloud. Or on an external hard drive. Not even all the photos anymore.

Otherwise it will be a very new, clean slate to start on. Good, scary, sad? I don’t now. I do know it’s a cost I’d very much could do without though. But it is what it is.

The summer and its awful heatwave has also been heaven for mosquitos and flies, and hell to deal with. As there is no escaping, unless you keep the garden door close at all times. Which is simple not doable. Ugh ugh and ugh again, and a very unpleasant amount of mosquito bites, because apparently I’m very tasty.

When we did the weekly long walk to the suburb centre this Tuesday, we were totally surprised with the heavy rainfall on our way home. Much much needed after this month of draught and heat of course. And given the catastrophic floodings in Europe, the smaller floodings in walking tunnels and ditches that forced us to walk in the streets were wet peanuts by comparison of course.

Nevertheless, this is my wtf just happened face when I was completely drenched from shoes to under the rain poncho after walking home. It kind of rained from all sides, not only from above. 

Since then the temperatures have drastically changed to around +17C instead of around +30C, it’s easier to breath again. But I suspect it’ll take a long time until the body and mind will adjust and work more normally again. First the 1,5 years of stress and isolation of the pandemic, then the continued isolation caused by replacement buses and its lack of social distancing, and then the heat and continued climate angst. And all that worry and Weltschmerz. It’s certainly been a rough rough 2020-2021…

Hey July, you were overall pretty awful and dispiriting to be honest, but I am deeply grateful for my fully vaxxed and vegan cinnamon buns day. And the good food, the good books, the walks, the kitty cuddles and a few decent TV-series. 

Maybe your sole purpose were merely to slow things and the brain down in preparation for a full, exciting and purposeful after August 16th of new beginnings (and public transport that works as it should) and an autumn that truly feeds my soul?

In that case, thank you from the bottom of my grateful green heart.

Much welcome, August, can we now please please PLEASE get this wonderful, sustainable party started of changing the world into a better place in a way that makes my heart sing?!

Monday, July 12, 2021

fully vaxxed with vegan cinnamon buns ✅


Finally got my second Covid-shot yesterday. 

And now I will just continue to live my life in a way that doesn’t cause new pandemics. 

It’s not as if I’ll get back to the life that used to be normal, with the vaccination. But I might be able to breath a bit easier, and go on the odd outing without having minor stress attacks. 

As people continue to be careless, selfish and ignore social distance on public transports and such, it is not something I relish at the idea of being able to do again. And at the most 5% are wearing face masks. 

The two times I’ve travelled with public transport to the city (for my shots) I wore the disposible, medical graded masks. Yesterday it was pretty horrible since my glasses steamed up , I couldn’t see, and it was actually somewhat difficult to breath. 

Next time I’ll use the pretty and well-made non-disposible fabric ones someone kind and talented gifted me a while back. With people rubbing up against you like they still do for reasons unknown these days, I’m really not comfortable at all NOT wearing a mask during those circumstances.

The vaccination does not give you 100% safety and who knows about all the variants coming or the next pandemic (because humans obviously still haven’t learned how devastating their addiction to animal meat and dairy is for us all. Why is it so difficult to connect the obvious dots and act compassionately?), so better safe than sorry after 1,5 years of struggling to adjust to totally new circumstances.

This is how the commuter train (pendeltĂ„g) looks like when you have to use the replacement buses until August 16. For the umpteenth year. Before 9am on a Sunday morning it was calm (we were only 3 people on the bus then). It wasn’t as people free on my way home around 12.30 though. But at least I didn’t have to rub close shoulders with anyone.

First thing I did when I got into the city was buying a soy latte. Then I walked to pick up the 10 vegan cinnamon buns I had pre-ordered. And had a much needed visit to their toilet. Phew. Then a little rest before I walked a few hundred yards to the church used as vaccination center. The queue outside was longer this time, but highly effective and friendly. 

Afterwards I walked to the Asian store that sells excellent Sweden made (just outside Stockholm city) tofu and bought some packages. Then continued to the subway, got me another coffee to go (oat latte this time) and headed down to the platform. 7 stations to get to the bus station for the replacement bus. With only 1 stop before the end/train station that is mine. There I had to wait 15 minutes for my connecting bus home. Got off one stop prior to my home stop, to get a celebratory vegan thai lunch take away with little mum.

After this year of seclusion and a small, restricted world, every little thing out of the ordinary gets to be a big deal, and somewhat overwhelming. Both the good and the bad. 

It was lovely as usual. But I am so looking forward to having lunch in the city in a not too distant future now. Variety is the spice of life.

The plantbased cinnamon buns were just as amazing as I remembered them. 2 eaten, 8 in the freezer. First seasonal episode of ’Midsomer Murders’ tomorrow (which is, as you know by now, how summer in Sweden always get a kick start. Bit late this year though…), so I’ll have one with a nice rooibos cuppa then too. 

*Everyone* seem to be celebrating their completed vaccination in champagne and meeting lots of people. No champagne for me, and as much as I’d love to meetup for fika with people I miss, I do prefer my cinnamon buns, coffee to go and the prospect of a delicious homemade tofu dinner asap. I’m easy to please that way. 

Despite two large cups of coffee and copious amount of water drunk yesterday, I had the longest uninterrupted sleep I’ve had since the pandemic started, last night. Slept like a log (or Ztina) for 9,5 hours. No dreams I can remember. And no side effects but for a sore, stiff upper left arm (better than a stiff upper lip).

All that stress and worry taking its much needed toll, despite all that coffee. Impressive and surprising me thinks.

I meditated for 45ish minutes when I woke up this morning, and then I actually fell asleep for another 3 hours. 

It has been a slow, restful, and another hot summer day today. And amidst this persistent heatwave it’s not really enjoyable to lay on the sun (shade) bed until after 5pmish. But then it’s really very lovely. To lay there reading, thinking, listening to music is truly one, if not THE best, relaxing time to spend a summer day in the world according to Pia. As things are in this new pandemic world.

But oh how much I look forward to new beginnings with this important box ✅ now, a fresh, exciting start that feeds my soul and offers sustainability adventures and growth. So many new moons, fullmoons, dreams and hard work, hey Universe, isn’t it about high time the stars align for me too now? 

Wednesday, June 30, 2021

goodbye june, hello july 2021


The delicious scent of mock orange has been June for me this year. I think nature has continue to be just as pretty in June as it was in May. But far warmer and exhausting. Too many days of temperatures around +30C. Even if it’s nothing like those global records close to almost +50C in Canada (which is depressingly scary beyond words), it’s still exhausting and dispiriting. 

I miss sleeping properly, thinking, breathing, existing. Today was a day of cooler weather, but it looks like the temperatures will go up again this weekend. Gaaah. 

I booked my second covid-shot earlier this week. And felt pretty excited about it. The next day I realised the trains are for the umpteenth year replaced with buses this summer too. Which  means a one hour single trip will take 2 hours until August 9. Train-bus-subway and a lot of people who don’t know the meaning of social distancing…

A few weeks ago there was a big hullabaloo in my municipality that they now offer vaccinations from buses too. Which in theory sounds great (even if it’s way late to acknowledge not all of us have cars…). However you’re suppose to book the vaccination bus-slot via the Region Stockholm app too. And it did not appear as an option when I booked. 

Two days a week it’s available, and unless I have any other business that need doing down at the center 5 km x 2 km walk I’m not overly keen on getting myself there just to ask if there’s any other way to book a slot (it’s not as if there were people queueing up there the last time I was there…).

So currently I’m thinking that because I booked a morning slot on a Sunday, hopefully there will be less people taking the train/bus/subway. Once I get into the city I can walk those 5k from the station to the church that serves as a vaccination center. I had hoped I could book a slot at the same place as the first one, but no slots available then and I really wanted to get it done on the first day I could. Plus with this replacement bus chaos it wouldn’t have mattered.

Everything is figureoutable, but I’m so sick of all this incompetence when they set (the non existing) strategy of rolling things out and then it ends up being hart near impossible to do because it’s not accessible for us without cars. Ugh. They should have offered vaccination buses from the very start. As the TBE and other vaccinations are offered via buses for years now, this should have been easy peasy, given the vaccine availability. I bet they have been forced to dump a lot of vaccine doses just because people can’t get themselves to those few and far apart vaccination centers. 

I do hope someone will collect all these stories (which is not something exclusive to Sweden, I know) of ridiculousness and incompetence when it comes to the Covid19-vaccination roll out. It needs so much improvement. And someone taking responsability for all the flaws, not the current someone-elses-fault-behaviour from everyone involved.

There. That said, June has also been another pretty decent month for second hand selling on Tradera. In fact, I think it has been such an interesting time learning and grasping the various strategies of selling and buying on this platform that I wrote a piece about it on LinkedIn

Unfortunately I’ve also had my first encounter with a bat crazy buyer, but that was bound to happen sooner or later.

I have finished four books in these past two weeks, which is, as you know, a big deal in my world of reading these days. My favourite of those recent for was Mhairi McFarlane’s ’If I never met you’. A very unexpectedly relatable and bittersweet feelgood. I have only one library book to finish in July and then I will fully concentrate on reading through my own heaps of acquired books.

With the ongoing replacement buses debacle I don’t see there will be many regular trips into the city, even fully vaccinated, this summer either. Not until August. So summer of reading it is, and that’s actually fine with me. As long as the weather cools down, please. Then me and the books on the sun (shade) bed will be best buds all summer long.

As I think I wrote in a previous post, there were quite the chaos with a leaky roof incident again last month (and in an ideal world I would have been able to get a new roof by now, but an ideal world it is not). I booked a guy to come and take a look at it a few days later. He didn’t turned up. When I called he had made a double booking, which he was sorry about. Though for some reason he hadn’t called to tell me that, but left me waiting for 1,5 hours… Anyway, when he did turn up next week he was able to do a quick emergency fix straight away and I only had to pay a measly price for it. I’m ever so grateful for that sort of  kindness!

In this little limited world of corona June also held a nice little art walk in my suburb. Apart from the La culture c’est moi pig by Carl-Fredrik ReuterswĂ€rd of course, and the new Ping Pong piece there were apparently two other public ones easily missed. 

These past couple of months I’ve noticed a weird high influx of blog visitors from Sweden. As Swedish readers are very few, US readers are without a doubt the most common ones, the mad  numbers really stand out, about once per week. I don’t think I have some crazy blog stalker, but the reason for it still remains unknown. Hopefully time will positively tell.

Summers are not only hard on feet proned to blisters - and 2021 has been hell for mine - but also on things proned to chafing. And it has nothing to do with weight, it’s just the way your built. I didn’t experience it until in my 30ies. And it took a ridiculous long time before I realised shorts, and then bicycle tights, were fantastic under dresses and skirts.

I know there are various creams and roll-ons these days, but I find the idea of those less fresh and convenient.

Then I found these less snazzy looking and more granny underwear ones via Instagram. Chub rubs from Snagtights. The size ordered turned out to be 1-2 sizes too big for me, despite following the size chart. So I’m waiting for another two pairs which I hope will be a better fit. I can still wear these though, they stay up anyway. I think they are pretty neat. The only readon I chose that awful Builder’s tea colour to the left was because they were all out of the other perky colours. Putting these on does make me feel like my old aunties when I was a kid though. Or perhaps a bit like Bridget Jones. 

I ended June with treating myself to a fabulous pink linen dress from Marimekko. One dress for all the pieces sold on Tradera. That’s alright me thinks. And the first clothing I’ve bought this year (not counting that second hand green rain anorak find). I’m making progress! And it haz pockets. A few years ago I said I need to get more block colours, not more prints and patterns, in my wardrobe. So it ticks that personal box too. And goes very well with yellow chub rubs, in case you wondered.

And yes, I got tired of the hair growing so fast and looking more tired and grey than ever, I cut it myself again. Planning to try a new dusty pink, vegan colour on it soon. Maybe it’ll work better when the grays are sun-bleached too. 

June, you have been beautiful and lush, colourful, interesting and dashes of nuiscance to make things a bit more interesting. Cheers and thank you so very much!

Welcome July, I wish you will be kind and benevolent, generous and inspiring, the bearer of great news and good food. And please, keep the hot weather at a minimum, okay?

Friday, June 25, 2021

midsummer 2021


Hope you have had or having a lovely, kind and loving Midsummer Eve and weekend.

It has mostly been raining all day here, but I’ve loved its unpretentiousness, sweet moments and pretty great vegan food, if I may say so myself. 

The heartshaped cruelty-free cream cake says it all. Imagine there are still people consuming dairy, when there’s this gloriousness available! Ugh. 

Cherries, berries, flowers, lush nature and grumpy cats of mine.

Swedish summer really is amazing. Even more so in the time of corona. 

And on that topic, I’m hopefully having my second covid-19 vaccination in 2-3 weeks. I’m well aware that the vaccine will not miraculously 100% fix the mess humanity has put itself in, and there will be variants, and new viruses, and climate change continuing to speed up its pace. And EVERYONE needs to change their life and eating habits. Period. But, as things are here and now, a little bit of normalcy as we once (1,5 years ago) knew it, goes a long way…

When June turns into July, it’s time for a proper update from the world of mine. Now, a slice of that plantbased cake, please.

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