Not really into fur, but into this.

Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeousness

Dorothy Lamour. 

My two cents

There are simply too many clothes in this world.
And shoes.

My recent months through the eyes of photo booth

YES GAGA!!!

HOW I LOVE THIS, Lady Gaga:

“Be brave and celebrate with us your ‘perceived flaws,’ as society tells us. May we make our flaws famous, and thus redefine the heinous.”

Found: new style icon

 Barbara von Enger.

Heels or wheels?

Refuse to choose!

I often use this pic

I turn to Georgia when I need to get a grip. She just looks back at me like this, saying she knows I'll know what's really important and what's not. She says:

This is your life, live it.

Today's second role model

Wow.

Can't believe that this person is soon to turn 5.

Ah babies. LOVE BABIES.

Hey kids, meet your new role model

Saw 2 days in New York yesterday. Here's lead actress, director, producer and scriptwriter Julie Delpy. Oh, yeah, she wrote the music too. And scored money to get her movie made.

Joy in the morning

T-shirt perfection!

Barbra Streisand

Superman-S

Yellow

Finding the perfect coat

Readers who've been with me for a while know I've been looking for a great new coat for years.
Today was no exception.

I walked into a clothes store and asked for help in finding a great coat.

"It needs to be fitted and rather small or I'll look like a kid walking around in my dad's borrowed coat" I said and the shop girl said she understood.

Nevertheless she couldn't find one that met those seemingly easy requirements. She returned with a coat that I tried on but as I did, my discontent seeped out.

"I'd like it to look more expensive. I want to look expensive".

The shop girl looked puzzled. I stared into the mirror where my worn out Sorels and faded gym pants added to the irony of my statement so much that I hastened to to add

"...I mean I like the coat to look expensive. Even if the rest of me looks like trash."

Shop girl smiled and replied "sort of like you want a big coat to hide everything else under"

"Sort of."

The hunt for a great coat for a short person is still on.
Tell me if you see one.

previous installments in the coat series:

coat post 1.
coat post 2. 
coat post 3.
coat post 4.
coat post 5.

I want to look expensive. I really said those words. Out loud. Wearing really comfy faded black sweatpants.

My college experience in 3 pics

Hung out with locals and college boys.

Represented my native country,  24/7.

Ate pizza and encouraged profanities. 

Running on all saints day

This is how running make me feel, sometimes during, but mostly afterwards.
Today, on all saints day, I ran in honor of all the loved loved loved ones who're no longer with us.
Miss you so fucking much.

I try to think of all of you who we've lost and remember the joy too and not let it be overshadowed by the grief of not having you around.

Running brings out so many emotions, brings them to the surface. Today's run was a mixed bag of tears and laughter and singing.

Friday morning, ee were on our way to the airport to go to new york but it just seemed all wrong, so cancelled. Niki and Joel don't even know we're home. I'm about to take a shower then walk up to my parents and hug them and spend the rest of the day talking about love and death but mostly love for the dead and the people who will never forget them.

love love love.
it's the only thing.

If you need a little happy tune

   
                   

Did not leave for New York after all.

We'll see what happens.

Treat yourself to some Swedish melancholy

The best lyrics ever

You go to my head
You go to my head,
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne.

You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two.

The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself: get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it can never be?

You go to my head
With smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Tho I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance,
You go to my head.

Time, life.

So Vanja is almost 11 now and the small bald head belongs to baby Joel now 7.
We don't even have a "real" phone at home anymore.
What remains?

My love for the kids and for Anders. I fell for his looks and way with words. 13 years down the road, it turns out he's got so many other sides I didn't even know about.

Like the other day when he said the cornerstones of the Berry family

 -  Honesty. Respect. Dance. -

should be the core values of our household too. Agreed.

Furthermore, he surprised me the other day by saying he's a Brony. Not sure how I feel about that, but Niki's delighted.

WTF Vanity Fair

Is a woman's body now reduced to being a naked headrest for Bond?

Ps. Noticing you're not very interested in any females in general when it comes to your articles either. Just that naked midsection?

Where everybody knows your name

All on a first name basis with this horrible storm by now.
If only we could do what NYT offers readers: a chance to "Personalize Your Weather".

STOCKHOLMARE!!!

MISSA INTE DETTA!!!!

Top things I can't understand right now

1. The appeal of Daniel Craig.
2. Mitt Romney's political appeal.

Fashion is funny

These are Marni. No joke. Or it has to be, right?

They make me happy, though.

When I tell Joel to draw portraits of me, he always starts by making a few thick horizontal lines. These are the first things he draws, the features that must characterize me according to him.

At first, I thought it was sad. But then I realized that those ridges are my "Oh my God/You're kidding/get outta here/no way"-traces - memories of every time I've been astonished or amazed or surprised. SO Often!

Ps. Look how easy it is to look at that forehead and imagine it's a belly.
Ps 2. Are you uncomfortable with me staring at you like this?

Weird truth

Out of everything I ever say, the one thing people have the hardest to accept is the following:

I like to walk.

People will go to great lengths to help you from walking. I don't understand it. I love walking. Love it.

Advice you didn't ask for

1. Do you hate emptying the dishwasher? Here's an easy tip (you'll still have to empty it though):

Time your next emptying the dishwasher. You might be surprised at just how fast it's done.
Next time, you'll think to yourself - well I hate it but I only have to hate it for 1.35 minutes. I can take that.

2. Do you shy from reading some of your kids' favorite picture books because they're simply too long? Just do it one more time and time the reading. You might be surprised at just how fast it's done. Next time, you'll think to yourself - well it's long but my kids really love it and we'll have 10.35 minutes of great reading together, I have that much time, I do.

100% love and joy

Met up with Annika and baby Lisa and suddenly have trouble remembering what could possibly be the reason not to have a thousand more kids.

Being woman

I indulge in mobility, how about you?