Faffing around on lazy Sundays

After all the commotion around the big ginger bread house bake off Oliver and me took a quiet day on the Sunday. Olivers plan of hitting Richmond Park at 7 in the morning ‘to catch the morning light’ was undermined by me. I faffed. That’s usually Oliver’s thing but I decided that Sunday was my faffing day.

Even though my faffing we had time to see the Grayson Perry exhibition at Tate Britain. Loved it but whats not to love about a man building the exhibition around the god of his imaginary world – Alan Measles, a teddy bear, and making pots in is honor?

Then we went for tea with sweeties and then pizza.

The big ginger bread house bake off

Saturday morning came with the promised smell of saffron buns and ginger breads. It was time for the great ginger bread house bake off.

Before Oliver came back from working Tom, Elin and me dressed up in the appropriate Christmas gear and made some saffron buns.

As soon as Oliver came Elin and him were dead to the world. They had a goal and fully set to accomplish it. Make the best ginger bread houses ever.

Hours were spent planning, drawing, measuring and discussing.

Dont think this wasnt taken seriously…

Meanwhile Tome and me did each others hair and giggled.

Once the plan was set the actual work was done. Carving, making window glass out of caramel and team work.

Tom and me laid the impossible puzzle

And watched shrek

Bits and pieces of the fairy tale land saw the light of day. First out was Hans and Gretas house

My addition was all the fairytale figures (or as Kix said, ‘looks like a retarded kid made those’). Its a troll in red waist coat, little red riding hood and hans and greta (as you can see).

While Oliver and Elin had to work on their team work skills

Tadaa! The fairytale land was finally ready (after about 12 hours) hand and gretas house, rapunzels tower, the ice castle

And a drunken ginger bread man accompanied by a squirrel (why Tom do you always have to bring in booze to it?)

Before bed time way past midnight Elin made the decorations on the ginger bread house. Then the icing ran out. To be continued…

Eastern boys and west end girls

I met Ben up East yesterday. After walking through the pouring rain he took my to a dark, garbage smelly alley and to this really cool exhibition in a damp, cold and old second world war bunker.

In there was a world of it own by Anomalous visuals with dark rooms filled with lights, sounds, shapes and soap bubbles.

My favourites (except for the soap bubbles, but you are so not allowed to squeal ‘soap bubbles’ when someone ask for your favourite and you are working in marketing and not art) was the room with a squared of chains on which the light shapes of dancers projecting on the wall could be seen (wow, I’m so not making it justice) and the video game which took you through an old mental institution chasing for nothing.

It was really cool but after a while neither me nor Ben could speak since our entire bodies frozen to ice so we left for a warm cozy pub, beers and burgers and had a couple of hours of life altering, heart wrenching, through your bones chat.

(but i did love the soap bubbles the most)

The things that make me smile with tears in my eye

A tear came to my eye when I swung by the blog this morning and saw how lovely Elin made it with the falling snow and the Christmasy red text. I absolutely adore how she makes everything looks so nice, even our blog baby. And the way she always surprise you with these small little things.

Thank you Elin!

Tonight we are going to St Pauls Cathedral for a Lucia concert. I’m stupidly, to the point of being a bit retarded, happy about it. And tomorrow Christmas baking. Came home to a flat filled with candy and ginger bread baking forms.

I think my heart actually skips double beats.

When I dream at night

The best thing about Sweden winter time is the snow. Snow at night glistening with million sparkles from the lights of the windows. A starry sky above and that silence only winter night gives when even the animals are sleeping.

Being on your way somewhere, in that white and cold silence, knowing that when you get there you will be greeted by warmth, smiles and smells of home, you cheeks flushed and red from the cold.

The sound and smell of snow, your brain bright from the cold and all the thoughts crystallized into tiny, beautiful snow flakes. Being all alone in a sleeping world on your way home.

I keep dancing through my days

I lived the pre Christmas dream last night.

First of all I did some Christmas shopping finding perfect gifts for everyone I love and talking to everyone that came my way. Dont know what it is about english people but they do get something misty in their eyes when you tell them your swedish and wants to talk the beauty of Sthlm and long stretched snowy forests for ever.

Also proud, two of the shop owners said they couldn’t detect any accent.

Then Oliver and me met up for dinner at Anglesea Arms (don’t spit out that coffee Elin, not THAT Anglesea Arms but another, gastro pub, one. Oliver haven’t suddenly changed over night) and had an absolutely delicious dinner, the carpaccio was amazing. (I tried to take a picture but I’ve given up on the food photography, not my scene.)

I fell asleep happy as a kid and woke up today knowing we are one more day closer to Christmas.

Reach for the stars and touch the ‘hästar’

My sister told me she’s been teaching Nils, 5 year, how to speak to Oliver when we come for dinner in Sweden. His vocabulary is currently at the ‘My name is’ and all the different names for dinousaurs, level.

Oliver on the other hand is hard at work to get this talking skills up to take on Agnes, 1.5 years with sentences like ‘Hästen springer’ and ‘Hästen springer inte’.

I’m seeing interesting synergies like ‘Dinosaurien springer inte’ och ‘My name is Häst’. 

This will be a very interesting night for me, my sister and Micke.