FYIF

Fuck Yes It´s Friday. I´m in love. With autumn. And all it includes. I´m longing for lamb, wool, the forest, a bonfire, red wine, the smell of wood, chocolate, coffe and love. I hope my weekend will include some of it. At least total relaxation. I´m tired after busy weeks. But good ones. Happy week end to you. 

Vinkel

Sometimes I get a little sick and tired of our home. Once I told a friend of mine what I was thinking. She took my arm, led me out on our balcony, placed me in front of the window and said: Look. This is a home. This is your home. See how cosy it is? How much work you´ve put down here? 
Every time I get those thoughts, I go to look from a different angle. It works.

Fin i formen

Fat og selvmalte blomsterkrukker ble med hjem fra fiinloppis. Noe ut, annet inn.


Selling stuff gives room for some old news.  

Det var en gang

Når man har pusset opp og roet ned, glemmer man fort hvor mye man har gjort. Jeg glemmer stadig vekk at det så slik ut før. Jeg glemmer også at døren var aprikosfarget før det igjen, og et vers fra Håvamål sto på døra. Synd å male over egentlig, men fargen var ikke god. Men jeg synes det er på sin plass med en liten påminnelse av og til. Så det har vi fått opp. God natt. 

I tend to forget how it all was before. I seem to forget this, and this door looking like an apricot with a poem written on it. 

Eggs

I dag blir det egg.