Balance in my life where are you? Here is where i would like to live right now. In this very room. You can't lose your temper, be in a bad mood, or fret, or feel sorry for yourself in a room such as this one.
Thank goodness I'm off to see my friends Lenora and Robin for some therapy. I've been cranky as hell when I should be celebrating, and my bad mood adds to the guilt. What is wrong with me?! They will tell me for sure.
Thank you to beloved blog Keltainen Tallo Rannalla for the update on Gudrun home line. I wrote a post a while back about their line of fabric.
This is so much fun, all that color!
I don't like to post images of fashion or clothes so much, nor do i wear anything near fashionable, ever. But these I really, really like, also from Gudrun. I don't dare wearing stuff that is noticeable because I feel uncomfortable calling attention to myself (...says the girl who tells you every details of her life in her blog.. oh well...)
Realistically, do you picture anyone pushing a cart at Trader Joe's wearing this?
Some of you have pointed out that I'm posting less. Once or twice a week as opposed to five times a week. And I'm leaving and receiving less comments too. I don't know why readership and subscriptions aren't declining, not yet, I don't get why, something about momentum, web crawlers and a little thing called googling perhaps.
But see, things have changed:
I walk an hour a day now. I used to spend that hour blogging.
I'm writing a new novel, spending two hours a day on it. I used to spend those two hours blogging.
My son is a Junior in high school and I'm educating myself on colleges and getting into college, and godforbid financing college. Like everything else, once I begin researching a subject, i get lost in it. Same time last year I was getting lost in blogging.
I am self publishing my first novel. That takes time away from blogging.
Blogging was truly a branch on the road I took almost by accident. Blogging was the most enriching of experience ...what was? Still is! But it's when I blog too much that I need to worry, because that means I'm not doing other things.
Could I be doing all these things, could I be this energetic and productive, this optimistic had I not been blogging in the first place? No way. It was blogging that inspired me esthetically. It was blogging that calmed my nerves and assuaged my self doubts. It was blogging that introduced me to a world of imperfect, fearful, fearless, funny, sad, tender, fierce, creative, inspired, talented, honest women. I didn't know there were so many of us out there :-)
Beside, I think that there is such thing as posting too much. You got to be a bit selective in what you say or show or it all becomes a blur.
Thanks to the incomparable blog the style files I finally know who is the photography of my dream kitchen (above) Those images all by Magnus Selander
You know how it goes. It begins innocently enough with a peek at one of your favorite blogs, this time Smoke and Ochre, (I truly adore this blog) which suggest a visit to this blog, which leads you tothis blog and before you know it you're somewhere in Scandinavia, salivating over pictures in a language you don't understand, and you get reconnected to the great magazine Bolig.
THESE are the colors I'm into right now! I know, they're a shock to the system. I needed a shock to the system to get me in gear for the holiday season.
I can kind of decipher websites and blogs written in Italian, Spanish, Portuguese and even German, but today I’m at a loss. I so much want to post about sköna hem, because there simply is nothing quite as jotitøriv than a good åtgjuüuøø, don’t you think? The problem with falling in love with a website in written in a language you know nothing about is that it’s hard to jvxøïuu or even †jmorgø. All you can do is look at the images and dream. Nice üøøåååjvxz, no?
Okay, enough of that. Have a great week-end. I recommend seing the movie Dan In real life. I loved it.
All pictures borrowed from Skona hem, which I found via Isabelle Hailling's site via Oh Joy!'s blog on swedish delight.
... literally! and landed in my bedroom! Is this singing or screaming bloody murder I don't know. Maybe he's objecting to my Ikea curtains. I love black and white combined with turquoise. It's just one of those things I can't explain or justify. By the way, I think I have mentioned I now preferred white walls. Well I lied, my bedroom is somekind of blue i can't quite name but that Martha Stewart would approve of.
Hummm... maybe he is screaming bloody murder, and it's not the curtains!
