What we're reading, while the wheels turn

In Bed - they just don't do book-covers like this any more

For Breakfast - Best way ever to start the day, just no bad news!

In the toilet - well, who can resist :)

The Holiday Situation and The Breakfast Incidents

A few days off, being free, doing what I want, having breakfast and breathing, reading, almost becoming lunch. Saying Hi to my cows, walking in harbours with mother in the storm, bringing pick-nick, eating by the beach, long walks along the sea, staring at the sea, staring at the sand (oh, that was a Cure-song, wasn't it..)

number 48, the reason I no longer eat meat, I mean, how could I?

Domsten - the dark sky almost falling down, enclosing the world, not a wind, not a sound, wondering what they are doing in Gilleleje over there.

Summer In the City, with the cows

I wake up and sometimes it really is summer

And I go to work in another city, sometimes it takes a longlong time

And I listen to music; this weeks compilation;

Bananarama - Cruel Summer
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.
Roberta Flack - Killing me softly
David Bowie - Space Oddity
The Runaways - Cherry Bomb
Jane Birkin - Je mappelle Jane
The Roots - Sleep
Junior Byles & the Upsetters - Fever
Mo- dettes - Paint it Black
Who put the Bomp - Barry Mann
The Kills - the Last Goodbye
Wu-Tang Clan - I can't go to sleep
Au Pairs - It's Obvious
Jim Morrison - An American Prayer
Abba - The Eagle
Alice Cooper - Welcome to my Nightmare
Boney M - Daddy Cool
Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust
Regina Spector - All the Rowboats
Planet Claire - B52's
Aaliyah - More than a Woman

Fredriksdals Friluftsmuseum, The weekend of the Roses

I live by a country road full of summer and yorn days

And these are my cows, I can hear them moooing in the morning

Strängnäs Sörmland - just by Mälaren

I drove over a hundred miles with my mum, first in hailing rain then in blistering sunshine. We stayed at the prettiest hotel just by the water and had a glorious few days here. It's where my mum comes from and where she grew up.

hotel garden

Hotel Laurentius - best breakfast ever

the town of the yellow roses, we didn't see one yellow rose (!!)

Gyllenhjelmsgatan  - said to be the most beautiful street in Sweden

a gazebo on a hill

we grow trees

Gripsholm Castle Mariefred

and their guns

and their fake bricks, which was renovated just like it was when it was built, i.e. fake

we listened to Nina Simone, watched thousands of insects get killed on the car window so we had to stop at every gas-station and wash it of. we met a man who spoke to us about Tintin for two hours. another very old man run out from his car and stopped us when we drove by, wanted us to start up his car battery, so we did and I shook his hand. we put flowers on my grandparents grave. we got locked in the back-seat of the car when we sat there in the rain and had some coffee, i had to climb over to the front-seat and crawl out, not a pretty sight.

The week that was

Running around at all the auctions and flee-markets like a madwoman trying to get my new, larger, home together. Not because I have to, but because it's so darn entertaining. The week that was saw some new findings. Here is a selection.

A childrens book with absolutely gorgeous fold out pictures

A stool for my creative desk that I got at the auction, in a desperate bid to get something, when I lost out on a beautiful carpet..

Yes, it's a paper waste basket, but a stylish one

And my lamp, from Atelje Lyktan, that I bid for dear life on, and got it!

Finally I decided to buy this wall hanging, it's been hanging in the thrift-shop for ages and I finally understood it was mine

It's woven by a Swedish textile artist by the name of Ingegerd Silow, as far as I can gather.

Next week it's time for renovating the kitchen, finally the builders are coming, joy and bliss!

When words fail

but you still feel something needs to be said, just to prove that you are still alive. Again bruised by dreary ordinary everyday stuff.

But nothing stops, and my new surroundings reveals their ugly beauty.

i live on the 7th floor

kids playground - with different instruments on a stage

Good friday - waking up to snow

Off to bed - commuting is an early bird..