Gardening duty.

Friday! Just got a message saying my 10kg worth of garden stuff is on its way. I might have over done this a tad. As always I have NO idea what I’m doing just hoping my greenish fingers will work it out (this is based on me keeping some cactuses alive).

George is going to love being woken up by that delivery. 
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Went to a comedy show with some colleagues last night. It was epic. Needed in January. 
Tonight meeting Eric and Katta for dinner in town. We are all doing dry jan so it’ll be an early, grown up affair. 
Then, weekend. And only 13 more days until we are off to NYC. Brap. 

I’m a princess

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Got princess hair again!! I go to the hairdressers once a year and come out looking like Kate Middleton. It lasts for about a day and then I’m back to being a bit rougher around the edges. 
Here is a collage of princess hair through the years 
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Last year coming home from Australia I cut those sun bleached tresses off. Voila – princess. 
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The year before I had just met George and warned him that I would look insta posh. 
I also wrote this very sweet text about him 
I was clearly already very in love with him.
The year before that I was heartbroken and even if I cut my hair I didn’t post about that. I wrote about the world being dark instead. 
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2014 – worked for Gamesys and had my slightly cooler hairdresser making me princess but with a bit more of an edge.
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2012 – princess!! Again. Clearly sporting a side parting at this time in my life. But still all princessy. 
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2011. Dressed for success in the office (and working that bathroom selfie). Kate and Will got married and I seriously started growing that princess hair.
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From the shorter Stockholm look I had when I first moved to London 2010.
8 years of London. 8 years of princess hair. 

Hair trimming shizzle

Getting a hair cut today. It happens every 10 months. Yes, my vanity doesn’t get the best of my at all times. 

I did however use my awesome hair puller thingie trimmer from Philips going all in on my moustache pulling it all out. That is pain I’m telling you. George looked on with fascination. 
The things you get to see when you are 2 years in…
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Took a walk along the river yesterday and today. Sunny and freezing. All to get some exercise in the dark of January avoiding the gym. 
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Then we chilled on the sofa and watched peaky blinders. Family <3.
This morning our cleaner had a break down in the kitchen since her dad died last week. So George and me hugged her and stroked her tears away. She’s been with us for over a year now so even if it felt a bit weird I was glad we could be there for her. 

My sthlm girls

Maggie sent through some lovely photos from our afternoon hang out with my sthlm girls over Christmas.

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Chill out in maggies new flat. 
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Me and baby Olivia in the dress I gave her for Xmas. 
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Eric and ingrid. She is so big now. A whole little person. 
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Filippa as a brunette. Still so weird. 
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George being swedified. 
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So crazy all my girls are mums now. 
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Teaching the new generation 
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Dance party. Or as Ingrid says – tantdisko.
Such a lovely time. Miss them extra much today. 

In my garden

Just because it’s dry January doesn’t mean you can’t go out and have fun. So I did. Like a hero. 

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Met with Ella and Katta on Friday. We went to shoryo and then to Found. All the boys fell head over heels with Ella. I can totally see why. Gorgeous and sweet. 
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It was pretty slow going when we were there which was nice. Left around 11 and was happily in bed by midnight. 
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Woke early to walk W and enjoy the very grey and muddy London in January. The trees are already starting blooming though. Lovely. 
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Came home and woke our man to move straight to the sofa for chill. Deserved after the last couple of weekends busy times. 
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In the evening Pauliina, Georges colleague staying with us, took us out for dinner. A tasting menu at a place called Cub. It was gorgeous. 
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I had the alcohol free tasting menu that was absolute magic.
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Cocktail with pine 
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Miso cake won’t frozen rhubarb 
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Man with plum 
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Then we went to Mint Gun Club for 1 (or 8 between the two of them) before heading home for mini woofer 
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On Sunday I got the garden itch. I want to make our garden into a little London heaven. So we went to the garden shop in Ravenscourt. George had no choice. Just roll with if. 
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Found the switch to our frog fountain under the palm tree (…) 
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And put up our new outdoor lights from Ikea. I feel we are creating a mini tiki bar in cold and grey London. Yes. 
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I also planted some daffodils and today I bought some strawberries, snow drops and jasmine for the garden. Will see if I can make this work or if I’ll kill them straight off. A bit touch and go.
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And last but not least. Our grow in the dark weird plant. We have a serious collection of funky plants now. Funky indoors, fragrant and edible in the garden. 
Wish me luck. 

Stars

I know we are all getting tired of our flat, at least I know I am, but, we are basically there. Finally we got three useable rooms. Hallelujah! 

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Hello there little sofa. The Krastev’s gave us the coffee table and my parents helped us with this lovely blue bed sofa. Our home is now an interior dream (ish). 
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Finally got my gift from sis from last year up. Stockholm in my heart forever. 
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Pretty happy boyfriend in his perfect place. Food and Colbert. And the other Xmas gift coming in handy (knew he would love it). 
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Ended up at the VS sale (damn) and had this whole mental discussion with myself when I realised I wasn’t comfortable bringing the bag into the office and then questioning the whole situation where a woman cant show she is buying underwear worried how that will be perceived. 
Struggling with how to act and to be at the moment. Me too makes me feel like I should stand up on the barricades and change the world but the reality is that it isn’t that easy, especially here in London where me too have had minimal impact. I’m still struggling with sexist comments and I don’t want to open to more of that by inviting it in. 
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Oh well, today it’s Friday and I get to leave the office behind for a couple of days. Dressed in stars. 
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Hello weekend!! 

The Xmas gift from down under

Finally our Christmas gift from George parents arrived (thank you Gina and Mario!!). The last piece to make our flat awesome. 

Let’s take a look 
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Perfect size and lovely colour. Both George’s laptop and my candles can fit. Hallelujah!!
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Fitting the room perfectly. 
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But the best thing is that we can EAT by it. Not having a dinner table this is a saver. 
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Got me this happy. 
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Thank you for amazing Christmas gifts from all of us. Woolly is extra happy since the food is now even closer. 

Christmas memories

Wednesday. Mid week. Nothing to exciting going on. I’m doing dry jan and feeling fresh. Minus my cold sore. So maybe not so fresh after all. 

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Wearing colour at least. 
Let’s post some Christmas memories instead. More exciting than a study in January. 
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It was white ish. Kind of Christmassy at least. 
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George came down and helped me dress the tree. And I dressed him. Xmas hotness.
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We took walks in our sexy country house gear. 
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And dressed up for Xmas dinner with baby bro.
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Dinner ready. 
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And FINALLY I got to give George his Xmas gift. Hard time not telling him since I bought the tickets in August. 
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More walks 
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And then my sister and family came down. No crazy amount of drinks this year but all the family 
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These guys ❤
Then we headed to Sthlm but I need to run into a meeting so I’ll give you those pics some other time. And NYE. Damn, don’t worry, i will get there. 

January blues

This flat feels like a never ending project. Until I realise we’ve only actually dealt with the shit tip for about a week. Then I feel better about it. 

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We enjoyed our matching candle holders we got for Christmas. George love that you can trust two separate swedes to get you matching stuff. The Tom Dillon one from Katta and the Lara Bohinc for Skultuna from baby bro. 
Have to enjoy the small things when the rest is a never ending mess. 
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Then George and me emptied boxes and filled up Ikea furniture while W snoozed on the floor. I think he is ok with the new flat now. 
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Damn grey and cold this morning. Can’t get more January than this. At least dry jan means I’m not fighting residue hangover #win 
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And boom!! another cold sore. Like January couldn’t fuck me over more. 
At least it’s been an ok week at work. We have released some bad ass shit and I’ve been invited to a summit in Scotland in March. At the Fairmont. Too bad I don’t golf. 
Tonight seeing Jason and watching SW again. Doing my duty as a friend to someone who doesn’t have anyone to see it with. Plus, yes to see it again. 

Ikea purgatory

We survived Ikea this weekend. I say survived because a) this is a test most couples go through. Can we handle Ikea without wanting to kill each other and b) Ikea, on the last weekend of sale, had ALL their systems go down. 

Yeah. You can imagine all the fun we had. But, we not only survived, we actually had quite a lot of fun and hell yes to my ever positive boyfriend. He is a fucking hero. 
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Before any idea of the shit storm we enjoyed the best of Ikea – meatballs and daim cake. 
At this point I had already lost the note with all our stuff and hugging and puffing had to retrace our step. As George said ‘thank god I didn’t do that, you would have killed me’. Unfortunately true, I don’t deal well with that kind of stress. 
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But we survived and picked up all our sexy new furniture to make our new place even more amazing. 
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Then shit went down. We waited 3 hours in a queue for home delivery before giving up and finding a cab that could actually get all of our stuff home. You can imagine the hell hole that is Ikea with a broken data system on a Saturday…
Thank god for books and swede candy. 
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I had an adrenaline crash and had to lay down (weakling) but George foraged us some Thai food and made sure we both get fed. 
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Then he whipped me up a wardrobe. Good call dating an architect. 
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We slept in (totally earned it) 
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Then I heads into the freezing cold sun and George kept building Ikea stuff. By hand. And by himself. He is a warrior that one. 
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Getting drawers for all my stuff. Hopefully we get the flat cleared up this weekend and we can have a proper place minus boxes. Right now it’s a cardboard box graveyard. 
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Dinner and snoozy times to end this weekend. Good work us, we survived.