Lördag och söndag / lunch och middag
Lördag och söndag / lunch och middag
Saturday was a gorgeous, sunny day; it was warm enough that I could wear a dress and heels without any warm stockings. Today, it is snowing, blowing, and everything is wet. What ridiculous weather.
And so the news!
On Saturday, there was a lunch at Marie and Peter’s house which consisted of lamb, tasty cheese, and risotto attended by Linnea (in for the weekend from Brussels), Anne (hadn’t met her yet!), the house residents (obviously) and Cal & I (surprise, we were there!). It was probably the best lunch ever, to be fair.
Speaking of Anne: I have been impatiently waiting to meet her as Cal has been expressing his wish to introduce us. She was the wife of Carl Johan’s very beloved grandfather and I was told she would be the perfect candidate as my going-to-the-opera-or-ballet family member (because I need some of those, or one). I was also told that she was very nice and really cool - both correct and perhaps even a bit understated.
After lunch, we waited around to meet a new resident of the Marie & Peter household, Saga the cat, who didn’t come home until dinner time - which we got to consume as well. Fish soup and wonderfully spicy shrimp!
Today, oh lovely Sunday. We slept in, retrieved coffee at Wayne’s in Flemingsberg station, and then met Fredrik for billiards at Biljard Palatset. We’re going to form a billiards club and call ourselves Julbockenbiljardklubben. Check that out. Say it five times fast. Et cetera.
Oh, and I made latkes for dinner.
Ollie går på promenad; det är bra
Ollie går på promenad; det är bra
Since Carl Johan is sick and I really don’t want to catch whatever he has because it’s highly possible that I will catch it if I stay in the vicinity for twenty minutes, I went out.
I bought some great shoes at Dinsko. I’ve been peering at them for about three weeks or something and I decided I should probably just stare at them from the comfort of my own home. Behold, items purchased:
Then I walked around aimlessly.
And then I decided I’d buy some cheeseburgers and take them home to sickface. Since I wasn’t speaking English today and I’m not quite sure how to say “I’ll have those cheeseburgers to go, yo” in Swedish, I ended up with a cashier thinking I eat four cheeseburgers all by myself as I wandered away, casually shoving cheeseburgers in my H&M bag next to my new teal belt.
Casual Crafoord Sundays
Casual Crafoord Sundays
Eight out of ten Sundays in the Crafoord flat are known as Casual Sundays because Cal and I dress like homeless people, do some casual shopping and then cook a proper meal at home. Super casual.
Yesterday, we also ran into Milica and slid around near some ice sculptures. Oh, and THE SUN WAS SHINING AND IT MIGHT POSSIBLY BE TURNING INTO SPRING.
Miuccia Prada imponerar inte på mig
Miuccia Prada imponerar inte på mig
Back in 2006, my interest in paying too much for clothing peaked and I spent many a free day browsing the shopping centres in stores such as Fendi, Chanel, and most importantly for this blog entry, Prada.
However, I found myself in doubt. To spend such sums, the purchases should be something brilliantly interesting, unique, or ridiculously beautiful. Back then, I particularly remember looking at the clothing in Prada and wondering what all the fuss was about.
There were rows of plain black blouses and trousers, ordinary gowns in pastel colours, and thin-strapped mini dresses occasionally embellished with sequins or beads. Soon after, I became bored with the big design houses and focused my attention to what I consider truly talented designers.
As you can see above (or here), in some of the latest Prada, even the models aren’t their prettiest. Just imagine what those chunky knits and A-line 60s dresses would look like on someone other than a runway model. It could easily be disastrous.
Miuccia Prada still isn’t impressing me. Well, except when it comes to Miu Miu.
Blogg-knep & knåp-fest
Blogg-knep & knåp-fest
Carl-Johan and I have been brain-storming for ideas on how to make my blog a better place to lurk. This includes a search function, archives, and a million tweaks to the design. If you’ve got any ideas or know about some irritating bug that should be fixed already, feel free to leave over one thousand comments.
I'll take a flat in Neptune City
I'll take a flat in Neptune City
Hey, Manish Arora, you’re a pretty cool guy who isn’t afraid of bright colours, a zillion beads & sequins, and yarn hair. And I like some yarn hair.
I called it awhile ago and some are calling it now. Fashion has once again embarked upon the space age! I’m so happy about it. Now if we could just get those hotels on the moon ready to go, I’d be elated. And then of course, my next step would be to move to a highly populated city on Neptune.
Jag vill ha sommar nu-posten
Jag vill ha sommar nu-posten
This weekend was spent enjoying the outside world in all of its blinding sunshiny glory. Our initial purpose being that of shopping, we bought gifts of chocolate for my father, failed to find what we were looking for at the other stores, and happily purchased a new and shiny sketchbook. Oh, and we bought a large amount of bedding and other home items.
Speaking of weather, let’s talk about that. Has it been snowing for months? Yes, it has. And now that I have seen snow that I can tunnel in, it is time for it to stop and go away. Melt the snowmen. I am ready for some sand walls.
Summer 2009’s sand wall
Den fulaste klänningen i hela kungariket
Den fulaste klänningen i hela kungariket
I saw this dress at the Topshop website for around 2,000 SEK.
It’s one of the ugliest and overdone dresses I’ve ever seen. You’ve got the puff sleeves, the corset, the bodycon, a few beads, and prints. Isn’t that just a little too much, dear designer?
To save this travesty, I’d cut the sleeves off and remove every single bead on it.
What do you think? Could it be saved? Or do you like this dress as is?
And yes, ladies and gentlemen, I really did have to doodle a person in there. I just couldn’t resist. Alien makeup and all.
