Sunday, 22 October 2017

FOUR THINGS RIGHT NOW: SUNDAY


In a time when I kind of dream I would catch the flu so I could lay in bed and just watch Netflix  with a clean consciousness (that wouldn't be able to happen even if it did happen) a weekend off is a truly amazing thing.  Being in a rather constant mode of constantly needing to perform and produce things, even anticipated events in the free time start feeling like something that you have to accomplish rather than get to experience and thus becomes harder to look forward to. They turn into another task to manage yourself trough. This weekend however was totally off-duty-time and on Friday I got into a real relaxation-mode as I attended the first night of the Superwood-festival (more on that later). And then I got to spend the rest of the weekend at home! Eddi is off on a three-week work trip to Yazd, the stepsons away for the autumn holidays so it's just been me and Dag (and some to do's and work which I have exceptionally well been able to neglect) enjoying the late autumn sunshine.

 The first frosty nights have arrived and left traces that won't melt away until the afternoon.

 Picking rowanberries, the last ones available, to dry for a tea infusion.

Enjoying  a chocolate-lingonberry cake that we baked with Dag!

And working on a new dance partner of mine for our up-coming Halloween show. Ergonomically on the kitchen floor; I've used up all other workspaces and surfaces available in the house.

And come evening, I might allow myself some non-guyilty Netflix time as well!

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

UNDER THE MISTLE TEASE


I made a poster today.
And I am making an event in two months:

This will be the fifth edition of Under the Mistle Tease already! Crazy how time flies.
More info on the event page, tickets from our Studio Shangri-La webshop.

But before that it's time for our other event; the Halloween edition of Rubies Klubit: MÖRKÖKLUBI! October 28th at Sture 21.
Be there or, umm, be taken by some ghouls or so.

Sunday, 15 October 2017

FOUR THINGS RIGHT NOW: AUTUMN DELAYS


What's the opposite of preparations? Delays?

1. The damn tomatoes.

I am not even going to tell you, although I clearly am; but Eddi and I dug out this whole new are of the yard last spring and put up growing boxes and scraped part of the rock bare I had all these grand plans of growing  this and that and what not. I grew another round of tomato-slice plants in my little table-sized greenhouse on the porch and when the half-metre high plants were still in there in August, trying to cling onto life in their tiny pots I realised they will never make it out during this year anymore. (Nothing beats tomorrow when it comes to doing things!) I mean fukitol the whole vegetable-garden-thing will just have to happen next year instead - we have to clean out the whole area again anyways as it was filled with grass and weeds pretty quickly again.

So now we have metre-high tomato plants in the kitchen.

2.  The rest of the plants
On my to-do list for the past month was also "take in the plants from the cold porch" and here obviously my sixth sense met my green thumbs a couple of nights ago as I dragged them all in late at night when I came home from work. Good thing I did, as the temperature dropped to zero for the first time that night! As the rest of the house is still boxes and renovations and Lego bricks we now have an unpractical but handsome jungle in our bathroom.
Bonus points for cat derriere and leg-flash.

3. The apple jam that was not
We did not get many apples this year. Only one tree brough some which I gathered some time ago and had waiting in the kitchen to become jam.
(Nothing beats tomorrow when it comes to doing things, really, try it! Then lift your feet up on the table, scroll a little Facebook, whistle and hate yourself a little. Okay no don't.)

Ok so when some of them got a little ugly my dear husband put the whole lot, of which most were still fine, out by the front door where I walked past them a couple of times and thought they will be jam soon but are better out in the cold.

And then we had biblical rain for like ten days straight so mmmokay we don't need apple jam every year anyways.

4. The tree
After looking sad a couple of weeks hanging there with no sunlight to collect to shine at night, it was time to finally strip my beautiful tree of it's decorations and take in the solar lights for winter. 
(They are in a pile on the porch and just needs to be cleaned but I will do that tomorrow. *whistles*)

In summer the tree was full of kids.


And it was real handsome during summer nights.

Now it's stripped bare and the hammock chair is just full of leaves.

Friday, 13 October 2017

36 YEARS AND A DECADE OUT OF THAT.


Last week's Wednesday I turned 36 and this week's Wednesday this blog became a decade old.
The later is a lot and the first neither a lot nor a little; age is a weird concept as it means so much to you at one point (Dag is counting the days, rather literally, until he turns six and dreams about being a magic ten years old) while you at some point just forget about the numbers. (Well, you do have all the physical factors to -painfully- remind you at some point though.)  Right now I don't feel old and I don't feel young and I feel both old and young and, me being something of a constant thinker and non-sleeper am even more so now; having thought a lot about life and my life the past year; what was, and was done, and what is and what will, should and can be. Call it something of an existential crisis, or perhaps existential possibilities. Either way, in general it feels like life does get better all the time, so far at least. And it seems to go by very very fast as well.

So yes indeed, it is late 2017, and I have been blogging here for then years!
In internet time, that is a whole lot. It's fun scrolling back every now and then to what both is and feels like such a long time ago. Obviously, it was a very different life ten years ago, but a lot can also change, or develop, in five.

And obviously, my name is so-not-up-to-date - are there even "fashion blogs" anymore? You know, originally the name was meant to be an sarcastic nod towards outfit blogs, as I when doing freelance work usually just sat around in leggings or underwear working, and then headed over to the harbour to work some more in overalls. And not the nice jumpsuit-y kind, but blue and neon yellow workwear. (well, in that kind of sense I am pretty close to the old days; I seldom get to wear my nice wardrobe because now I am mostly moving around at the studio, moving in the car, or moving on stage in something totally different. That, and also I don't fit most of my old clothes anymore. Ha ha. Sniff.)
So I planned to just do outfit posts on different wool socks, black t-shirts and blackunderwear. But as we all know it never turned out that way and also at this point one can't really change the name now can one?

But ok, lets look back! Because I totally did nothing at all last year when I turned 35, which, as we tend to count in fives and tens, was something more of a thing, I'll go back six years to when I turned thirty. (That's the year I actually celebrated my birthday; we had the True Blood party!)

Here was me then with a new lens. I think I look pretty much the same, but lets be honest here - my skin was indeed six years younger and also two thirds of my clothes from that time don't fit me anymore.  Those physical factors that come with time...

When I turned 25 we (J, my boyfriend at the time) took our friends on a cruise to celebrate. We knew the crew so here we are on a visit to the bridge. (I AM SO YOUNG what is this!)
J is a super fella who still works at sea and has a young boy and a second kid coming up.

And when I turned 20 I looked like this. (Yooooouuuung)My boyfriend at the time was also one whose name began with J. There's a lot of Finnish male names starting on J. I remember this one as well, we had Nepalese food with my family and I wore a long black-and white 1970's maxi skirt.
This J nowadays has a huge Dali-inspired moustache and works as an artist.
Because pretty much everything before I was 25 was shot on film there's not too many pics of my younger years (the two ones above are scanned from an album), especially not if you compare to the constant flow of pics everywhere today. I don't have any  from my 15th birthday here at home but here's one from the autumn when I had turned fourteen. I remember those pants but I have a hard time remembering life and my patterns of thinking back then. We called each other and talked for hours on the phone at home, you could make group calls and we secretly called dating chat lines, used pay phones when out on town and dreamt of being 18. But this I do remember: one day when out walking I told myself to always remember that when you are fourteen you have thought about everything so much already, that you do get things.

And then there's a gap so here I turn one!

If anyone of you have been here with me for the decade-long ride all along I say thanks and send you smiles in ones and zeros! As to anyone who jumped on later as well.