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..

Wild is the Wind

At last - April
Spring
Sir Seb's Birthday
Easter = Holliday
Lighter
Happier
And this weekend at Fredriksdal;

Finally getting my bookshelf up, and now awaitens unpacking of books in uncountable boxes- joy and bliss!!

Me and Kalle invited mum to a pre easter buffe' that was jolly

saw this absolutely utterly gorgeous car when I went to väla södra

Hudsión - with Alfred E. Neuman on the numberplate- absolutely brilliant

this is the most beautiful music in a long time, get tears in my eyes every time I hear them!

March - the month that Godnessgraciousgreatballsonfire forgot

March - month from hell, just never ends, full of false promises, revealing all the ugly cracks, looks inviting but gives you the cold shoulder to lean on, deardearme.

At least my balcony was warm and sunny, mother came for coffee and then Jarvis on bbc6 had a brilliant show as always and after that Time Team on telly and now Trevor on bbc2 playing Terence Trent D'arby, and That's Entertainment!

Love my large window in the sun in my toilet

Sleeping on a meadow

Localized my easter eggs in moving chaos

pre easter

Kalle's got a friend

Back in HellTown

I used to live in Malmö, I used to work in Malmö. Then I started work in Helltown, drove my old car without heating in wintertime in -10C all the way from Malmö. Bought a new warm car, spring came. Moved to Helltown, changed my job back to Malmö. Now I'm driving in the opposite direction in a warm car and the sun is shining, go figure...
Kalle don't get a thing, but he's ok..

mah house, I live at the top in the middle

backandforth

Kalle is wondering...

everything was pink

hmm

well, pink!!

not any more

miss my books, got a very tiny few of them up

it's important to get your couchcorner prioritised

pretty new lamp

kitchenwindow getting pretty pretty

and of course, found a thrift shop here as well

Black Megan

And so she's mine and she is beautiful and she's got a big ass just like me and she is sooo comfortable and so we have to say goodbye to old Bettan, she's done a good job, but sometimes you just have to move on!

My new companion - Black Megan

Blåa Bettan - we say goodbye and thank you