Dear George Clooney - when was our window?

I've always considered Clooney to be too old for me. Then, I suddenly realized that I'm now too old for Clooney. When did that happen? Perhaps there was a day when I woke up and was too young, then by the time I went to bed I was too old.

I tried to make different charts to explore when exactly that point was. My highly intelligent friend Bea said these were the weirdest charts she's ever seen. She also told me she'll make a new, better one. So look out for an update.

Dear son

I love how you insisted on wearing your helmet to bed so you wouldn't forget bringing it to daycare. It's Sweden. It's snowing like crazy. You need a helmet to go sledding at daycare.

Me and Niki in the shape of bananas

Missing

My glasses and brand new wonderful Dior lipgloss. Somewhere someone is rocking the sexy librarian look on my expense!

Dear Niki

2 years today! We celebrated by making a cake.

Licking the bowl and baking utensils in the bathroom is an ancient and popular tradition in some remote parts of Sweden.

dear winter

celebrating in a land of darkness

Dear Man later on.

Later that night, you sang Halo live to Kanye at a party we went to. This is what I like about you, I never know what you're about to do next.

dear man II

i meant least, below!

dear man

dear man, here you are, singing halo, claiming it's the least ironic song of 2009. i's been 10 years. i still Love you.

Dear Christmas gift seekers

For the men in your life. And their bathrooms.

Thanks for the link, Jenny!

Before and after senior hair color technician art director

From brassy to brown. Also showcasing the difficult art of taking pictures of myself, trying to look like I have no idea I'm taking a picture of myself. There is no dignity here.

But I love other people's pics of their befores and afters so here you are.

sadly do not look a bit more like marion after coloring. will try makeup route tomorrow.

Dear fellow parents?

Do your kids often fall asleep like this?

Dear daycare

I know we have to keep Joel at home because he's not his usual self. I took him to the doctor for a check-up. Once there, he did somehow find his usual self. Not so worried anymore.

love

-e

Dear brother

Så stolt över min bror Björn, nyhetschef på vetenskapsradion. Här intervjuar han en av årets Nobelprisvinnare i kemi.

Dear Tom Ford

Can't wait to see this.

Dear Campari

Dear Campari I like this picture. I like Salma in this dress in the bathroom. I like it that you're honest about Campari sometimes tasting a bit like aftershave. But why is Salma looking so...concerned? Is she showing her chakra spots to the man in the mirror?

I don't understand this picture but like I said, I like it.

can't take my eyes of Salma and her boobs.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa, I'd be happy for absolutely anything from Minna Parikka's boutique.

Dear Tiger Woods

Thank you for completely destroying my work week.

Can't you simply spill everything so we can all go back to work instead of guessing.

Ok some readers think this sort of stuff is really base. To those of you who find my interest in Tiger's life disturbing, I want to offer the following apology:

I have let my family down and I regret those transgressions with all of my heart. I have not been true to my values and the behavior my family deserves. I am not without faults and I am far short of perfect.

ps. Also did not have sex with that woman. Ms Lewinsky.

Dear readers

You will love this http://popculturecooking.blogspot.com/

Dear Word III

More terrible advice from Word.

People who hate babypics, look the other way

Even in his sleep, he loves his little sister. For this I thank you, son.

Dear Rebecca

Not only did Rebecca sew this dress, she has also woven the fabric it's made of. She told me she baked wearing this the other day.

My handy housewife-o-meter went through the roof.

Dear people who want to design a theatre poster

Apparently, this is how you go about it:

1. Find a good actress.

2. Make sure her hair is all over the place. Curl it. Waffle it. Pin it. Whatever, just make sure it has tons of volume.

3. Make her hold something in her two hands. Something symbolic. A heart or a crown will work fine.

4. Tell her to look at you with a scared/empty look.

5. Done!

Dear Antoni and Alison

How is one supposed to choose between these two?

Dear Lego lovers

Can you do this?

Dear English speaking people

I believe you call this kind of book a perfect stocking stuffer.

I might get one for dad. Dad, don't peek!

Dear Photocabine

I love this site. Also loving the books I'm currently reading, biographies on Elsa Morante and Virginia Cherrill.

Dear Kafferepet

WE love you.

dear daycare

thanks for bringing out the cookie artists in our kids

Dear Word II

Word just changed Bon Appetit into Bob Appetite. Not what I was trying to write either.

Dear Word

Sometimes your "help" is not very helpful.

Yes, I've often thought that!

"I'm sure you've often thought, "Why doesn't someone make a ginger ale flavor of Kit Kat?" With an adventurous assortment of flavors, seasonal varieties, and various fun sizes everyone in Japan is getting into the famous treat, and it's become one of our most popular products at J-List. This new seasonal variety is a unique ginger ale flavor, which won't stay around for long, so you should grab some soon. A fantastic treat by Nestle! "

From here.

Dear People of Iceland

Today I learned the following on Wikipedia

"Brennivín

Brennivín (see also Brännvin) is an Icelandic schnapps, considered the country's signature alcoholic beverage. It is made from fermented potato pulp, and flavoured with caraway seeds. It is sometimes called svarti dauði ("black death").
At times it is drunk as a "chaser" after sampling "hákarl", which consists of putrified shark meat, to mask the meat's taste."

no tea for you! wash that putrified shark down with black death!

Dear Marion Cotillard

I've been struck by severe Marion Cotillard envy. I fear it may be chronic. 

video blogging

you want moving images?

Dear small and big

I love stamps. 

Dear Viking women

Admit it, this is what you looked like. Knitwear from Heart of Lovikka

Dear Sweden

I don't know if I should hate youu or love you because of this. Danes, feel free to make fun of us. For those of you less fluent in Scandi languages than English, that sign to the left has a mid-section announcing the fact that VUXENVÄLLING is sold in this aisle.

That would translate into something like "formula for grownups".

You're welcome.

Dear old computer

My regular computer is getting pampered so I'm working on this old one. This is how life often feels. The world is cold, black and white. But the kids are in vivid colour. It's not a very original idea. Spielberg made an entire movie like that, no? It's still true.

Dear darkness

This is the wall of darkness greeting us every day as we walk home from daycare and school at 4.30 pm.

Dear Millesgården

Sometimes you make a girl just want to run and jump right into the air.

Dear Danes

Growing up, three kinds of music made me cry because I thought they were too heartachingly beautiful, packed with love while still being all sadsounding: Trille's Min Lille Sol, Eric Satie's Gymnopedies and Billie Holiday's God bless the Child.

I can't find the Trille tune anywhere. Can you post it on iTunes or Youtube?

Thankyou!

Dear Steve McQueen and Lightning McQueen

You ain't got nothing on our boy.

Dear Shinzi

I LOVE YOU

Dear November

Strictly speaking, Halloween is in October, but why not take one of the great things this gloomy season and make it last longer? I know we did.

Dear Vanja

Dear Vanja, I agree witches have more important stuff to think about than brush their hair. Congrats on your 8th birthday.

I was making birthday cake for your halloween-themed party and was thinking about how happy I am to be your mother. Remember when you were born? Doctors had to induce the birth because you seemed stressed. Everyone who knows you knows that was probably the first and last time in your life that you felt any kind of stress. The other day I asked you if you've hurried up, ever.

You replied, slowly: "No. I dont think so".

I LOVE YOU.

We go way back.