Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
We love coming to see you, but this remains the favorite view. Or we love stopping by to eat and then the kids play at the Museum of Architecture. But this Saturday, we thought we'd go play and draw and paint at your place. But we were told you only have kids activities on Sundays. It sounds so snålt.
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
I bought it, I tried it, I will return it.
Really nothing wrong with it except that is was too expensive for being cheap and too cheap to look expensive. Also, the embroidery was very neon-y up close. But the thing that killed it for me was that I couldn't use my hands when wearing it as I had to keep posing trying to look like that model.
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I love your brand Super Long. Again, I can't imagine this as a product name in any other country. Also the "even longer" argument adds a touch of mystery. Longer than what? We'll never know. Just that it's SUPER LONG. And soft and caring. That's really all anyone needs to know.
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Copyright © Georg Oddner / Malmö Museer / IBL Bildbyrå
Browsing through your pictures at the Malmö Museer website, listening to Putte Wickman, I'm time traveling right before my appointment with the dentist. Yes, that would be a picture of Richard Avedon. By Georg.
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Monday, May 11, 2009
Here's Karin with my brother Björn at Björn's birthday and screening party for his short film "Bjorn in the USA". I've known Karin since she was 14. She used to date one of Björn's best friends. Back then she was into theater. Now, she's into food. I sometimes try to make people believe I'm Tina Fey's unknown Swedish sister. But Karin is just more Liz Lemony as I could ever be. She cheats. She exaggerates. She's impossible not to like. I love her.
In that picture above with Björn, the two are talking about Barbecue sauce. The sauce is the boss. Everyone knows.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Settled for dad's D80. I LOVE IT. I'll buy it from him and he'll get your new D90. Pictured: Joel in the phone with mom and dad about to sing for him. Neither understands the other one is on the line. So this is really a picture of three people listening to the sound of silence, over an analog phone line. These things still happen.
Ps. No, that's not Niki in the background. It's her doll.
Dear man, son, dad. Love you so much. Not pictured, but as important: brother. Pictured: gift card from my brother promising a day of picking out a fine fish and then cooking it and eating it. As you can see, Joel is already looking forward to this fishy day.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Dear son/transformer/police officer/entertainer/upsetter,
It's your 4th birthday. I remember 4 years ago. and 2 days.
I look kind of happy here. It's because I'm about to meet you. Also, like it's common for the pregnant to do, I seem to have spilled coffee on my belly. Again.
I laughed half as much before you were born.
You've always been my kind of monkey.
This is so much like you. You do everything suddenly. Like fall asleep.
Or steal my food.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Dear Wolford, see me here? What do you think this is? An idiot in a changing room? A mime on the run?
No. This is one happy end consumer. Happy because the woman working at your store seemed to love her job. I came in to buy pantyhose and she smattered of a ton of questions. I finally settled on a pair and as I did and tried to pass my credit card over the counter she said "Oh. Your cuticles are dry. You should use gloves to put the hose on".
She cared! She lent me gloves!
She then told me to never wash panthyhose in water warmer than 30 degrees celsius, it was something about elasticity.
She was dedicated. And those hose have lasted way longer than any other pair I've owned.
Those hose. Say it. Love it.
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