Showing posts with label kitchen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kitchen. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2011

06.06





A day for picnics, watering plants, reading books, dipping toes in the ocean and listening to new music. A heatwave has entered Gothenburg, and people are walking lazily with smiles on their faces. I can't help but smile with them.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

05.21



Last night my bedroom went through a slight transformation. I ripped off wallpaper with my bare hands. Insane, I know. My neighbors don't care for my offbeat activities. It was starting to look ghetto and not in the fabulous way. I also washed the dishes, scrubbed the toilet, and folded laundry. I'm not even close to done. My ex is bringing Buddha and Phoenix on Tuesday, and I want the apartment in tip top shape by then. I'm back to my own rhythm at this point. Booo to jetlag that lingered for aeons! Oh, and I had yummy breakfast this morning - granola with fresh strawberries! It's the best part of my day.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

05.19



I'm a collector of trinkets and treasures. This little airplane found a home in my kitchen window. It's the thrill of the hunt, really... A passionate love affair with vintage items. Now, if only I was as obsessive about cleaning! My apartment needs to be scrubbed, wiped down, washed, sorted and renewed.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

04.28



Who doesn't worship Polaroids? In this digital era, keeping it real is really difficult! I've found that there's something peculiarly comforting about unedited still life (like a hot cup of tea for the soul), and if it happens to look worn because the film is expired, well, instant charm. Until I can afford to put in a big order at The Impossible Project, 8 pictures per month will do just fine. Perfect, even.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

04.26



My first post is on R's birthday. It seems quite fitting. I can't believe the journey we've been on, and how it all started here, on the internet. I'm visiting him in a week and that has my toes curling with joy. Having the Atlantic ocean between us isn't an easy situation, but we make the best of it.

My insides are never as neat as the photographs I take, but this one matches my heart. A cup of coffee, a letter from R and spring light.

Happy birthday, love.