On those long, cold nights of winter

Twilight movie. Except for the fact that it was the most horrible birth scenes ever, I mean ‘gag in your mouth I never want to have kids ever’ horrible and Laxen was about to run out screaming during all the lovey dovey stuff that lasted for ages it was all it was set out to be i.e vampires, werewolves and the mere humans they love.

Elin and Tom chickened out a bit on the food. If you are doing Westfields with ‘extra allt’ it kind of have to be ‘extra allt’.

Laxen and me went full on on the ‘extera allt’. Ice cream, candy, popcorn and soda. Hell yeah!

After the movie I went home to Oliver and had my own vampire when he came home at midnight dashing in a suit and tie.

Vampire love

We are off to watch the new twilight movie tonight. I’m very happy about, borderline crazy happy about it. In the end of the day its a pretty crappy movie about the pregnancy from hell.

It’s just something about vampires. I thought the general fascination with vampires was the bad boy thing. I dont even like bad boys. I think it all started with the series ‘Den lille vampyren’. He was so cute, I must have been secretly in love with him as a kid or something and it just stuck with me growing up.

Anyway, vampires and ice cream. Best monday night ever.

Mum in London

Mum came to visit me over the weekend. I thought I was smart when I decided to book the later bus if she was late. She wasnt and we had to wait for an hour. Mum pretended to be a really old little lady for them to let us on but it didnt work. Bastards!

Eventually we came home and woke up early friday morning (mum blaming it on time difference that she came and woke me up at 7.30 in the morning)

Breakfast at our lovely little cafe.

Then followed a day out and about. Here is me and the little warrior having a glass of wine at Harvey Nichols as a rest in our hard day.

In the evening I took mum to Mall Tavern for her beloved chicken Kiev

Oliver joined us and happily looked on when we drank loads of red wine. Yum!

On Saturday we went to Petersham nurseries. Big disappointment that they didnt have the scones. I mean, 5 different cakes that all looked the same? But it was so nice there and mum happily talked about orage trees and ate her poppy seed cake.

Cutest Christmas decorations.

After Richmond and a long walk in the dark we went home and made duck. With some guidance from Tom Elin made a terrific job.

Mum and Elin ‘slog sina kloka huvuden ihop’ and made a amazing sauce.

So good! (even if Tom complained about the amount of sauce. I say the sauce is the good stuff)

All of a sudden we got company from Tom and Ben and the ‘söta pojkarna’ sat and talked photography while mum and elin compared fashion sense.

The wine ran out and the night ended. Tom and me tried to prolong it by running out and buy some more but Elin wouldnt have any of that. My head thanked her the day after.

Lights in the dark

I don’t remember if life is always this bleak in November. From the day i decided to become a happy person i treat feeling down like pain. I forget how bad I felt once it’s gone.

It resonances in my body though, it remembers feeling like this. Waking up in the morning and finding it oddly hard to get out of bed. How everything is questionable. November gray. Small for no reason.

I’m used to my life changing around me, out of my control. Since growing up that’s been happening with frequency. I’m starting to feel a bit sick, need my world to slow down. Need my mum. I’ll see her tonight and counting on her presence to blanket away some of this feeling. We are having chicken Kiev. That will make her happy.

I miss people. Feels like I constantly walk around missing people. In an ever changing world there are so many to love but also to lose.

Red curry, yum!

Kix and me went to Mangosteen last night. When I came in Mango was running around lighting candles and there was Christmas songs on the radio. Love Mango!

We had red curry, as always. It tasted amazing, as always.

I was going to take more pictures but once we started talking we couldn’t stop, as always. 

Very much fail

I miss Oliver. He is living the high life in NY (don’t mind him sleeping on a mini sofa, when in NY you are per automatic living the high life).

I was going to use his cardigan in the hope of it smelling like him. But it didn’t. It smelled of me and ginger bread dough. Fail.

Then I was going to look through picture of him and be all soppy oooh and aaahing. I didn’t have any. In my refusal to let him take pictures of me I’ve thought that the fairest thing is not to take any of him. An odd sense of justice. Double fail.

So now I’m back to simply missing him and wishing that he’ll come back soon

I’m posting a picture of Gaston instead. Oliver is like Gaston but nice. And a lot smarter. And less into hunting, busty blondes (i hope) and ale. And he doesnt wear red. Maybe not that much like Gaston after all.

Santa claus is coming to town!

Love Elin! (yes, you!) This package arrived at work today. An entire ginger bread dough. It’s the best. Straight out of the box, the way you were not allowed to eat it as a kid. And a little snow globe. How cute isn’t that one? And then some salt to balance the sugar. Perfect mix!

I’m munching away happy as a kid. I see stomach pain. So worth it!