I’m quite pleased with the second hand pieces I got my hands on around my birthday. Some unused, the others in excellent condition. All Marimekko. Except that little black (!) dress (that will go great with all the perky Snagtights and let them do the talking) they’re a bunch of colour happiness. And useful.
I did one thing in November I hadn’t done since before the pandemic. i visited a museum for a few hours (and before the entrance fee will be reinstated in January, courtesy Sweden’s new government…). I chose the National museum of Art, which had s massive interior renovation done over some years pre-pandemic, so it was a new and bit overwhelming experience for a culturally deprived (books and films are fantastic, but they can’t fill every cultural need) woman in the prime (well…) of her life.
Here’s me in a rather fabulous Adam & Eve mirror from the 1979ies.
What the image doesn’t show is that I got a sudden and intense cramp in my right calf when I stepped off the bus that morning. It was an experience I’d describe as minor hell-ish (and it didn’t go away completely until two days later), so I had to hobble around all day with a brave face. I totally blame the heavy lifting and stairs down-stairs up for days of moving. I’m so bad at stretching, and this was a painful and forceful reminder I need to get better at that.
When I entered the museum it was sun and daylight, when I got out it was dark (the automatic night mode on the iPhone gen 12 is not what it should be, it’s never dark enough or depicting reality unless you manually correct it, so this is lighter than reality was) and the evening sky and city lights was lovely on the water, the Royal Palace and the Parliament building.
Advent first and fresh, crisp clean sheets were called for. I have Marimekko bed sets (most of them second hand) that match every season, but winter. But at least I have a polar bear pillow case, so that will do. And the Letto print is so eye pleasing and the cotton quality lovely so that will do too.
(Never mind the fact that I had to wash it 3 times with vinegar to get rid of that strong and nasty smell of either perfume or heavy scented fabric softener it reeked of, before I could use it. Who the f**k uses fabric softeners in this day and age?!?)
The book is my currently reading one, ’Conversations with friends’ by Sally Rooney. I, with everyone else, loved the TV-series, ’Normal people’, but this is the first book of hers I read. I like its flow and easy readability, but to me it lacks the oomph and depth I love in a really good book. I’m about 1/3 into it and I doubt I will absolutely rave about it when I’ve finished. It will be my 50th book read this year, and my Goodreads goal of books 2022 reached. I’m hoping to finish 55 books all in all though. So time to step up a bit extra this month.
This time of the year it’s time for the special Christmas edition of these beloved Swedish vegan foam candy, the skulls have gone into Santa mode and can be found in selected grocery stores. They are lovely. And very moreish. So despite the fact that I wish I’d bought more bags of them when I had a chance, it was probably a good thing I didn’t. Hope I’ll find some again before Christmas Eve though.
November also brought not one, but two, lunches with a friend I hadn’t met before the pandemic, since September 2019 even. Lovely to meet again and having a decent catch-up, albeit limited to a lunch setting.
The latest one was yesterday, and we went to a fairly new, vegan restaurant, co-owned by a vegan food blogger. To be honest my expectations were fairly low, but the experience was overall really lovely, the lunch buffet food great and the staff friendly. The only negative was the laughably poorly designed toilet.
The Plantbased Christmas Meetup with tofu et al will coincidently (syncronicity) be held at Chou Chou too, which bodes well me thinks.
Black and white.
Snow glimpse from the garden after two days of heavy snowing.
The black dress (sold as second hand, but never used) I won at a Tradera auction in October. It’s a pleasing Marimekko design in cotton poplin, though I wasn’t expecting the modell to be straight, but A-line. With the very generous shape over arms and chest it looked to be an A-line model. Still pretty, but not perfect. It’s also shorter than I usually wear. Yes, it’s good to challenge yourself, but I might wear it with a skirt if I don’t feel particularly daring.
We treated ourselves, little mum and I, to a very nice plantbased fika/ brekkie at favourite Bageri ( = bakery) Passion last week, got some great sourdough bread and did some pre-Christmas grocery shopping. It was a good little day. One of the #LittlePocketsOfJoy days I’ve come to appreciate so very much in our turbulent world.
On the last shivering day of November I brought out the blingy Christmas cat reindeer sweater (the only garment from HM in my wardrobe, as I needless to say loath everything HM, the mecka of trashy fast fashion, stands for, but in Helsinki in 2015 this spoke to me for obvious reasons…), teamed it with the Palava linen Snowstorm skirt and El Naturalista red Gore Tex boots. Christmas season has begun! And I’m not really a Christmas-fan, but there you are; The perfect seasonal granny toddler outfit.
Part of the kitchen in the spruced up for viewings apartment of little mum’s. Had things been different we would not have hired a home stylist for this - am I correct in understanding that the word and concept of home styling and home stylist are English words but a Swedish invention? Swenglish I suppose.
I’ve always thought it was an American concept, it certainly feels very American. You know, glossing up reality and showing off the best features only and possibilities. But someone publishing a book about the americanization of the Swedish language recently claimed the concept in fact is Sweden born. The American/English concept is simply interior decorator. -
But the real estate agent really pushed us to get one, specifically this one and it seemed like a good idea since she would also be able to help with the moving and throwing at the big recycling station. That would be a very appreciated help. We were clear about the fact that we wouldn’t be able to pay before the apartment was sold, but that was okey, it could be sorted with the estate agent in the meantime.
Said and done, we hired her to do the job.
And the moving and clearing up of the apartment were jobs well done. I can’t say I’m very impressed with the styling part though. She mostly used our furniture, things and threw in some random plastic flowers, rugs, pillows, towels and soaps.
She refused to take perfectly good things to the charity shops and instead threw them in the garbage at the recycling station. (So much for her claiming of being a great fan of second hand and reusing instead of buying new.)
The two invoices (one for the home styling and rent of her stuff for six weeks during the viewing period, one for the clearing and moving) came before the apartment went up for sale, to be paid within two weeks.
Apparently she was very selective in hearing and with the truth. Since then she refuses to admit we ever even discussed the payment when the apartment is sold-agreement.
She also posts before - after photos of the apartment on Instagram and claims my mum gave her permission, when we in fact were both very clear we did not want that. Fine, publish your styling when the place is clean and emptied of personality, to take photos of the mess and personal belongings during the move is just showing a total lack of respect for the customer’s privacy and is a violation of integrity.
The estate agent agreed to pay the home styling until the apartment is sold, but not the rest. ’That was never discussed’. Seriously. It’s really difficult to believe the four of us actually sat at the kitchen table in my mum’s apartment and talked moving details. What is it with this selected hearing. Were we really that unclear?
After trying to reason with the more than slightly unhinged home stylist via several emails, I’ve been forced to empty a very important savings account (since I absolutely hate to ask people if I can borrow money) to pay her since she doesn’t acknowledge the agreement (and no, I was a bad bad lawyer and didn’t insist on a written agreement).
She billed us for 29 hours, which in itself sounds a bit much, we only filled a small van three times with the stuff that was moved from the apartment to the house, and then the recycling runs, but I suppose with the driving back and forth from her home it can indeed amount to that many hours, so I didn’t question that when the invoice arrived. I/we were very grateful for that help. Even if she did break two sculptures of mine when recklessly dumped moving boxes in my hallway. (Which I never pointed out because I felt it was foolish of me to not have moved them to another spot…).
Her latest claims were she gave us a lot of extra help and didn’t even charge us for all the hours she had put in, rent of cars (what cars, she said they were the company’s cars?) and petrol.
Myself I would never ever tell a sob story like this to a client to try and paint a better image of myself, and I would definitely write a more detailed invoice if I wanted to charge more and fully explain all the work I had put in and the hours that amounted to. It would be hard to argue with that.
All and all her behaviour is not very professional, there’s so much nonsense, and I find it difficult to believe she has been in business with what she’s doing for very long, as she claims. (She’s around my age.) It has been a truly surreal experience.
Obviously I could never recommend her. The selective hearing, the blatant lying and lack of professionalism prevent that.
But there you are, it has been… an interesting period.
Needless to say I’ve always made sure to pay my bills in time. But this was such a blatant case of this was not what we agreed on and gross miscommunication I had to speak up. That it led to blatant lying and baffling unprofessionalism is just… nasty and ridiculous.
And I admit that the solution of we will pay when we have sold isn’t ideal, I like to settle my bills asap, but we’re not living in ideal times so we were upfront with that from the start. And she was still eager enough to get the job. And I was stupid enough to not get that in writing.
I/we are of course grateful for all the help that eased our burden of figuring out every piece of the moving puzzle, but there are obviously parts that just didn’t work in a decent way. And that has really caused unnecessary stress and anger. But it is what it is, she has been paid for all her services now.
And once again I find myself having to firmly believe that the Universe Has My Back, and trying to Trust The Process.
I can’t even explain how truly, deeply, madly I’m looking forward to this apartment-sale going through, the papers signed, every little bit of moving left, clearing, cleaning done and we finally being able to relax and start saving money again. You know, ticking those little not so minor boxes. And have some peace of mind and energy back.
Oh and that illusive purposeful source of regular income called a meaningful job found and sealed as mine. Might as well add that to the equation while I’m at it. Feels like the Holy Grail would be easier to find than to reach the goal of this quest of mine. Yes, this is still crazy.
Let’s tick that box too, please do, Universe. 💚
And behold above, the heavy weight of all that snow in the garden literally broke my ornamental tree. It will be missed, it’s still there, just diminished, but I doubt it’ll be as impressive covered in clematis or its own white flowers in spring or orangeiness in autumn. Even if it’s impossible to assess all the damage since the lawn is still somewhat snow covered despite the rainy days, I’m nourishing a little hope it new look might possibly mostly be due to the magnitude of the clematis I never had the opportunity to vut down properly last spring. Fingers crossed.
The interior and vegan lunch buffet at Chou Chou the other day. I even booked a table for two as I thought it might be a bit of a rush around lunch. It obviously wasn’t. But given the food quality it could have been.
And here is my favourite, one and only blingy Christmas sweater. It is bittersweet to wear it, because it is here but the obvious poster girl for it, darling Zigne is no longer. And that sucks so very much.
The weird animal sculpture I walked past the other day. It has a friend on the other side of the street. I have no idea what they’re suppose to depict or evoke but I think they’re pretty perky and fun plus a nice vintrast to the dreary and serious buildings.
As an early and only Christmas gift to myself I got a new warm winter happy coat. It’s padded, made of recycled polyester, machine washable and in the same Marimekko pattern Pieni Pioni as my beloved Happy Coat II from 2016. As that one doesn’t fit quite like it did pre-pandemic (most of my clothes actually do, but there are a few exceptions) - but I have no intention of selling it but waiting for it to grow bigger (or maybe it’s more realistic that I get a bit thinner) - I needed a happy looking replacement winter coat.
It’s fantastic. Ideally I would want it tad longer, I guess I’m just not skinny enough to make that happen, but it’s warm and lovely just the same. Dnow came, it was inaugurated. Snow rained away, it got to rest.
I don’t miss having snow though, because it does equal dubbed boots only and rising energy bills. It’s cold enough indoors as it is. The very early pitch black evenings are no fun at all, but at least there are candles. And cats. And tea.
Below the first lunch I had with the haven’t seen since 2019-friend. It was at another vegan city establishment I hadn’t been to before. It was good in flavour, texture and ingredients but a way too small portion to be filling and satisfying. If order a lunch meal that isn’t very cheap, I expect it to be filling even if they call it a salad. There are plenty of salads that are super nourishing and satisfying. To be openly rude and patronizing with your guests on social media when they point the flaws out is just bad business.
The unsatisfying plantbased Waldorf salad with smoked tofu (which they totally forgot to add until I pointed that out) was served at Kafé Plattan. I’m sure it’s a decent place if you want something small like a sandwich, snack or pastry, I would not recommend it for anyone who expect a proper lunch.
Advent first came early this year, we lit the first candle, put up my Lucia procession electrical candlestick, had some Christmas tea and I changed my bed linen. And that was that.
Today was the first day of the tea advent calendar (this year from Swedish Te-centralen snd its web-shop). It was sadly a very disappointing Korean green tea experience. Like a cup of lukewarm water with s hint of grass. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s black tea with chocolate-chili flavour. And all the other days with flavoured rooibos or black teas. They do create and sell some top-notch teas and I have a few firm favourites I return to.
After this unexpectedly long post with high- and lowlights of my November 2022, I just want to thank you November - despite the unexpected lowlights as well as the equally unexpected adjustments one has to make when you decide to share your home and house with someone you love and whose habits and quirks you think you know very well. It will take time to smooth/er sailing, it does not happen in a week, or a month - you have been an overall very decent month. many little pockets of joy, thank you very much.
Hello there, December, I do hope you will bring lots of unexpected joys snd less of trials and tribulations. The year 2022 has brought more than enough of that already. Let’s end the year on a high with sparkles, glitter and joyful dreamy surprises only, December deary! Cheers to that!
