Window shopping

I've found that a good way to quench my shopping hunger is to do a bit of online Windows shopping (no Mac users here), but it must be from a foreign store. That way I'm appalled by the thought of the final price of the garments considering first adding postage, then a 12% customs fee and then a 25% VAT (moms) regardless of whether the store in question has subtracted the VAT first or not. It's ridiculous but money saving.

Aaaaanyway... Everything below is from Topshop, again.
First some romantic style garments

 
Followed by my obsession with shirts (and cardigans)

   

And finally the leftovers which don't really go that well together but let's just call it a mismatch thingy that I totally ment to happen

Taika/Anorakk-rakk

London recap will come, some time, but not now. I can't be bothered. It's doomed to become a rather long post, involving a lot of my already strained brain capacity. Later, later.

But I'll give you something else, something lighter: Money well spent (in contrast to the money well earned i.e. one could put the whole London affair).

I got a gift certificate at things-for-the-kitchen kind of store for Christmas. I spent it on six mugs from Iittala Taika. They're really pretty and big and lovely and perfect for my many cups of tea I drink a day and finally I have a set of six matching mugs hurray!

I've been drooling over them for a while but they're rather expensive but you can't really let the certificate go to waste either.

I have also recently acquired myself a mountain anorak. Spent my own money on that and even though I didn't really need it, I still needed it. I plan on keeping and wearing and using it for at least twenty years. It's long enough to cover my bum, has many many pockets, a great big hood and a stormstropp, no idea what that is in English, but it's an elastic band you can attach in the back and the front, the band going between your legs and that way, when I go skiing and fall and tumble through the snow, no snow makes it's way up under my jacket and under my jumper making me go iiiiiiihhhh!

The anorak is the model Mårma from Fjällräven.

What have you bought lately? With your money or other money. 

 

The return of the bad hairdresser experience

Hello, yes, long time, no blogging. I'll come back to the rest of the London story in a later post, but first:

Remember my bad hairdresser experience? Well.... So I'm at work, minding my own business (not really my business, but I do work there) and I see someone familiar passing outside the window and don't you know it, it's that Swedish hairdresser that wrecked my hair before Christmas! Apparantly he's just started working at the hair salon close by and damn him, he recognised me as well (I have to walk past the hair salon to get to some other places). He even came in and said hello, and I just smiled fakely and said yes, yes, I recognise you, you cut my hair, yes, I just got a new hair cut, in London even and so on so forth.

It's a pity though, it's such a nice little salon where he's working now. The Boss Lady is a wonderful old lady, she used to do my now-dead-aunt's hair. I wonder why he quit that other place....?

I know I shouldn't write this in such a public place, but I'm feeling just a tad upset, why mad actually, and it's more therapeutic writing it and knowing that at least someone will read it (yes, that's YOU unfaithful reader).


Oh yes, you wonæt really get to see the rest of my pictures in London until late March. Apparantly I'm not allowed to put up any photos until after The Collection (that's the haircuts of me and the four skinny, but lovely, bitches that I worked with in London) is out, though I don't think I can be bothered taking down the ones I have already posted on the blog.

LDN: Day #2

I've been so tired by the time I've gotten back at the hotel for the last couple of days, I just haven't had the energy to blog. But I said I would so here's day 2 in retrospect.

We went to the Bed Head studios, not knowing who would have their hair cut when yet. Mood boards along the walls.

Mostly waiting while the hairdressers argued and discussed and discussed again who would be cut by who and when and how. Our little hang out/waiting room used to be a gym but functioned mostly as storage at the moment. A bunch of wigs from previous projects.

 

Coffee table in waiting room/ex-gym. Not quiiite my style...

Preparations.

The walls in the hallway were covered in pictures from previous projects and shows.

More waiting...

 Freaky mannequin 

Ready for filming of hair cutting. The studio is freezing, Jeanette is warming herself with a blow dryer while waiting for cameras to start rolling.

Again, it was cold. I've huddled up in the sofa underneath my jacket.

Turned out I wasn't getting my hair done this day and ended up having the rest of the day off from noon. Went back to the hotel before running out again to enjoy the weather. View from my little balcony:

Lovely weather made the walk to Tate Britain brilliant.

The walk to Tate Britain was a bit longer than anticipated and my feet hurt like hell on the way back, but the houses in Chelsea are just so pretty I had to take a picture.

Lunch at hotel room.

Went to Oxford street after that and tried on half of Topshop. Nothing sat right though, went back famished, bought Indian food on the way back and ate in bed.

That was day #2. Can't be bothered to make the effort of thinking through what I write, therefore no witty comments. You'll survive without them for today.

LDN: Day #1

London, I have arrived! Boring flight, waiting, waiting, but was met at the airport by some of the other girls and also our driver:

nice man who drove us from airport to hotel

The hotel is a bit nicer than I expected.... It's a Gregorian townhouse in Chelsea, and at the front desk was a man I hardly understood because of his foreign, sort of French but not quite, accent. I didn't have to carry my luggage upstairs, a younger, but still hard to understand foreign accent man, carried it up for me. With my usual budget I'm not used to this kind of service and therefore it mostly makes me uncomfortable.

My room is a small double room and the bed has no less than six pillows! How big a head do you have when you need six pillows? It's all very neat and the sheets are Italien linen, bathrobes are provided and on the bedside table stood a couple of bottles of still water in lovely blue glass bottles. To me this is a grade of luxury I need to time to get used to. But who cares, I'm not paying anyway : D

big bed.

I have bathrobes and toilet paper with folded ends!

I went for a slight walk immediately after my arrival. I had not had any dinner yet so I went looking for some greasy Chinese take-away to it in bed. Instead I found expensive Thai-restaurants I dared not enter, men in suits and cigarettes in hand, Chanel, Ralph Lauren and Jean-Paul Gaultier. I went back hungry, not daring to ask where the nearest Tesco was. Luckily, the Internet told me where Tesco was. I'll look for that tomorrow.

I'll try to write a quick post a day. It'll be interesting to see what morning brings.

Running motivation

Going for a run? Start out with...

...to warm up your mind while getting dressed and doing a little dance while going out the door.

Next, for the warm up (do include some spinning and jumping and dancing here as well):




 In the words of Freddie Mercury: "I'm a sex machine ready to reload". That's a quote from the song above btw. Use that as a motivation phrase while running if you like ;)

Moving on. Closing up on the steep hills there's need for something slightly more malicious.



By this time I'm usually knackered anyway, hence it doesn't matter what song I put on. The rest of the run fluctuates between runner's high and runner's despair until I get home and feel grrrrreat! (Other Prodigy-songs are good for running also...)

The upcoming travel to London is quite the motivation in itself. I did a little googling on the girls I'll be working along with and it seems they're all about two (to three) dress sizes smaller than me, i.e. they're what society calles models (or as I call anyone who is taller and thinner than me: skinny bitches). More on the subject of skinny bitches later. Toodles!

Oh, feck...

I was making myself a little evening snack (take a slice of whole wheat bread, put on some honey and lime juice, then a bit of salt-cured meat and on top three slices of brie. Put the thing in the oven until the brie is slightly melted. Finish with some walnuts on top). But! As I turned off the oven and opened the door... BANG! The entire front of the oven door was spread out on the kitchen floor. We've been thinking about changing the oven for a while now anyway...

 

 Luckily my evening snack got away with only two pieces of glass, easy to pick out and I got my snack.

It should be mentioned that these sort of things happens to me rather often. A couple of years ago I was about to apply my facecream when the jar slipped out my hands, landed on the sink, broke the sink, and fell to the floor, jar intact. Fortunately we had already made the decision to redo the bathroom at the time of the incident.

temptations

Made the mistake of entering Topshop's webshop just a sec ago. Fortunately I have no money therefore nothing was bought. Also, remember that London called? Well, on Sunday to come I'll be flown to London, get my hair cut and coloured, take pictures of it, stay in a hotel in Kensington, and be flown back on Saturday. The hotel has wifi, laptop and camera will be brought and I hope to blog about the whole thang. And there's Topshop in London, which was the point of this whole little story. Hopefully there'll be time for a little bittle shopping.

Aaaanywho... Window shopping results from Topshop.

Sunday pursuits

On Sunday I went skiing with Lena. She was the fastest uphill, I was the fastest downhill. That's Lena in the pic and me behind the camera using any excuse to catch my breath. I'm a winter's child, bad stamina won't stop me putting on my skis.

Perfectly quirky

 

I know I mostly say not-so-nice things about Manfriend, but here's a very nice thing he brought me the other day. A harlequin rose! I didn't know anything such existed until Manfriend woke me up from my nap on the sofa. And as far as I know, he gave it to me just because he's lovely and nice and not as a I’m sorry-rose or a I have a hidden agenda-rose.

Today's remarks / London calling

1.   Ehm, so, yes, well, I can't come to terms with myself as to what this blog should look like, especially what to do about the header. The yellow flower-thingy will do for now. Any ideas for a header my adulterous readers?

2.   I got a call from London today. Not saying anything else for the moment. If things go through I might share the story, if not then you'll just have to use your imagination as to what the call was about my darlings.

3.   Cousin It?! No, just the back of my head....

 

 4.   My bread bin I bought at a flea market before Christmas but have forgot to blog about until now. Isn't it just goooorgeous? Yes it is.

Weather report

Outside my window: it's snowing vertically. I love snow, especially since I haven't got a driveway to shovel free of it.