Daydreams

I daydream about the looks of children I've haven't had so far with various men around the world. Anders says he daydreams of what he would do if he won a million dollars. What do you daydream about? I have Spotify invites. Do you need one?Just tell me what you daydream about.

Bearded men in knitted things

Today's link.

http://beardedmeninknittedthings.tumblr.com/

I love Finland and the Finns

Will try to dress in a more Finnish way from now on. All pics from Hel Looks.

What I saw today.

I saw this fine fellow today, made me think of this:

And because I did, you must listen to this. You must.

Dear Lotta Lundgren

Vad säger det om vår samtid att detta säljs som "meny?"

Danger signs

This sign was clearly meant to alert you (and me!) that if you crossed a certain line, you might be in real danger of getting scratched in the neck by a real tiger. Yes.

Dear Johanna Swanberg

Saw the KAPYBARA up close today, thought of you!

Love

-emi

The look of someone...

Who's just learned the amazing truth - there's a skeleton inside of her! She was so happy to find this out!

Shitty hand

Dear fashion bloggers

The day you start wearing things like these, your stats will be increased by at least 1 person. That would be me.

Sincerely,

-the end consumer

Ps. Yes, have considered, but feel I am too old and my boobs already look like fried eggs.

Ps2. I have sadly never (at least not SO FAR) written anything as captivating as the opening sentence of this Etsy description: "Yes what you are seeing is correct a 1970's fried eggs halter top."

Bloggmammatypen.

Där ligger du, mitt barn, på golvet i butiken och är arg. Dina skrik som till 100% består av orättvisa påhopp på mig (du är en bajskorv, dumma mamma, dumma dumma mamma, mammakorv) ekar mellan kakel och kyldisk. Jag skriker inte tillbaka. Jag lyfter lugnt upp dig. Vi går ut ur affären. Jag gör så för att jag är din mamma. Och för att du fortfarande är för liten för att förstå att jag skämtar med dig om Strindberg om jag skulle säga till dig "vi ses i min nästa bloggpost" när du ligger där på det kalla golvet.

Kära Gjensidige

Ja! Exakt så ser er genomsnittlige kund ut när han/hon ska anmäla en skada, tex bilkrock.

Dear Norway

best news all day - body count may be lower than previously thought!

Back to childhood

We're back in Småland, though sadly, the raft is gone. I have to work on getting it back, it's one of my favorite places in the world, that raft.

The kids running like they used to do last summer.

Like me and Björn used to do too.

Above pic from same place, last summer.

We're planning to take a trip on Aron. Pic borrowed from Lena Sjöberg's blog.

I don't know if time actually touches this place or just our bodies. Everything is so much like it used to be. I came here first in 1977.

Snow white

I love fairy tales. I love the russian tales best, where cursing witches ride around in big flying kettles backwards muttering "May the devil take the Russians" and there is constant danger and castles can shrink to fit inside an egg and everything is solved by clever young girls with long braids.

But I love other fairy tales too and remember reading that Snow White was originally put out in the forest by her own mother. The evil stepmother thing was a pre-Disney Disney move by the Grimms, to make the story more appealing to kids and perhaps their mothers.

The original story seems more interesting. There will come a time, sooner than you think, when you realize your sun is setting while your daughter's is rising. That's how it should be. But you may feel that instant with your own mother was not so long ago, when you were 13 in Venice and the two of you both thought the occasional whistles were for you, not the other.

Ps. I realize now, that my mother was younger then, in Venice, than I am these days.

Thought I can't shake

I think shadows look at us and say to each other: Look, there's my meat.

A short introduction to some of the women in my life

Sara has been there for longer than I can remember. Shown here with Petter, a humble yet hugely successful person. To the left of Petter - hungry children.

Maja with her youngest, or is that a hairy boob? And Malin.

Me and Lisa! Those cookies in that bowl are called Dreams, because suddenly they're gone.

Johanna; Maja, Malin.

That very day, Johanna gave me back my dignity as a person as she let me use her washing machine and we could all wear clean clothes again after weeks upon weeks in remote cabin and on rented farm. Yes I could wash by hand but I didn't. So THANK YOU JOHANNA.

Saker jag sett på sistone.2.

Är detta en ICA-handlare på Gotland som bara gett upp? Eller som på ett genialiskt sätt anpassat sig till bakfulla Stockholmares begränsade ordförråd? Vad är godagar? Det låter så vidrigt, även om man kan ana sig till de olika frestande ostarnas löften om en riktig godag efter middagen.

Och kanske stod det tidigare "pålägg" på platsen ovan innan detta hände för många gånger:

"Jag...eh, va hettere... jag vill ha lite sånt...sånt man har på mackan. Till frukost, jag menar brunch...du vet sånt. Var hittar jag sånt?" Man anar en kapitulation här.

Jag som inte var bakis hade jättesvårt att hitta i butiken och blev hånad av mina medhandlare för att jag inte hittade koriandern förrän på tredje försöket.

Fick höra att jag "letade som en man, handlade som en man och packade påsarna som en man".

Män, det var ingen komplimang.

Saker jag sett på sistone.

Den här gravplatsen är "återlämnad". Jag tror det betyder att det inte finns någon levande släkting som kan förväntas se efter den. Återlämnad. Älskar den där lilla skylten. VIll göra en pin åt mig själv i samma stil. Vem tillhör den/man då? Kyrkan? Jag vill liksom bara ta tag i ringarna, öppna och kolla lite.

Summer so far

Hot couple alert - Christina & Tomas

There has been dancing.

That seems to affect everyday walking styles .

Summer so far -Nordic summer night

Here's the upside to the darkness of winter - this pic was taken at 10.38. PM.

Love the light!

Summer so far

Some pics I took this summer make it seem like we lived in a postcard universe.

Adding this weird pic to put an end to such foolish thoughts.

I don't know why I'm angrily reaching for the compost or why Tomas looks concerned or even who took the pic. All I know is that summer looked like this too.

Summer so far

I take a few days off from family life and get greeted back this way.

Summer so far

There have been tigers.

The man I love has celebrated another birthday.

Caves have been explored.

We rented a house where horses inspired happiness.

Some people don't mind a little rain. They just put on swim gear and run.

Dear children

As you grow up, remember - you never dined alone.

Copy + pasting myself

The weirdness of looking at a pic of your 6-year old self when all you can see is your son wearing a dress, sporting an unflattering medieval hair cut.

Om du känner att du egentligen kanske borde leva ett annat liv

Om det livet skulle vara lite glassigare än det du har idag. Om du skulle gå med kläderna till en laundromat istället för till tvättstugan i föreningen. Om du egentligen vill bo på Manhattan. Om du kanske hade dina barn i amerikansk skola och de flesta kvällarna vore varmare än på den breddgrad där du bor nu. Om du känner att varför ska du bo här, du skulle ju kunna bo i New York, det skulle du. Du skulle kunna köpa en lägenhet där och ha ett helt annat liv. Då kan du läsa Malins blogg och låtsas att det är ditt eget liv du läser om.

Truth in working out

You saw the Elle-pics, but this is what working out really looks like:

What I really look like when running. Red. Sweaty. Happy/Exhausted.

What the world looks like.

Runner's sirens, standing by the road, calling my name, making me forget my mission.