Monday, 30 March 2015

Holy cow, it's raining...

...WET snow. Yak! Everything is wet, my red beret, my glasses, my mittens, my coat, my shoes, my bag, my knees!
One can still enjoy the fairylights in the storm lantern...

Friday, 27 March 2015

Weekend again!

I cannot understand how fast the weeks and days pass. It is weekend again!

Anna Järvinen's concert is still here with me, her songs on my skin.

As extreme waffle-enthusiasts we are sad to have to inform you we did not have time to make waffles on Vårfrudagen (also known as waffleday 25th of march), but this will be compensated during the weekend, I promise!

Above is an antique flour jug I found in a charity shop. It was in their window for a long time, I often passed it and thought it beautiful, yesterday I decided to ask how much it costs. It was cheap and it is perfect for herbs in my kitchen window.

Have a wonderful weekend dear friends!

Thursday, 26 March 2015

Descendant of a peasant

Last night, me and L, saw Anna Järvinen in consert at Tavastia in Helsinki.

Again, it was such a wonderful treat to hear her live. I have seen her two previous concerts in Helsinki and always felt her songs fill me with love. I was happy! I AM happy!

Here is Nattmusik, enjoy!

Above is a sentence, the greeting to end a speech held by the representative of the peasant class, (adressed to the Grand Duke of Finland, Nicholas II of Russia) held at Parliament in year 1900. In finish. It is hilarious, as one would never adress anyone like this anymore. 115 years later I laugh at how my ancestors had to humiliate themselves. At the time we had a very strict class society, the peasants being the poor working class. In some aspects, nothing has changed. The poor still have to humiliate themselves in many ways. For example when your salary for your work is not enough to live on and you are forced to apply for social welfare. It is wrong.
It is soon our parliamentary elections. This matter is also one of the aspects I consider when choosing a candidate. Animal rights is also something I find important. 

Wednesday, 25 March 2015


...just a little reminder!

Last night... and L cykled under a dark sky, filled with stars and a crescent moon. We stopped and admired the beauty. And we managed to name a few constellations.

And we have totally fallen in love with this sexy guy, Tommy Krångh, and his wonderful sign language interpretation of one of the songs participating in the swedish eurovision song contest. This is not the song that will represent Sweden. 

Above is an antique kitchenscale I received as a christmasgift from L. The little portrait is a gift from my mother.

Friday, 20 March 2015

Fascinating times

During the week we have been able to see shooting stars and northern lights. If you looked up in the sky. At night. Well, unfortunatley it was not at all that simple. Where I live it was faaaaar too light at night. I spotted loads of stars, but was unsure if I spotted any shooting stars, maybe I was trying too hard and was  hence unsure. So I kept wishing, just to be on the safe side - one does not want to miss an opportunity to wish upon a star, if there is one.

But I only saw northern lights through friends photos posted on facebook. Wonderful!

Today I watched the solar eclipse through a dark lens, but I missed the exact moment, but I saw the sun when a little corner of the sun was covered, as if someone had taken a bite of a biscuit.

Yesterday I met up with my dear friend T and we saw Slava (the link is in finnish) at the National Theatre. My goodness what a play. I so enjoyed it!

Above is a vintage school poster.

Wednesday, 18 March 2015


Early morning.

Drinking coffee on the stairs, in the sun. A woolen throw keeping me warm. The air is crisp.
Heard the swans have returned.

Sunday, 15 March 2015

Dream a little dream...

We (L and me) managed to catch Roy Andersson's latest film, En duva satt på en gren och funderade på tillvaron (A pigeon sat on a branch reflecting on existance).
I have seen the two previous films in the triology. He is faithful to his very own unique style. I think people either like (a lot) or dislike (a lot) his style. I find him a humanist. I thought the film was awful at times and very funny at times.

So completely different to the film we saw a few days prior. Kingsman. My goodness. So much violence!!! And still, I enjoyed it. I usually cannot stand violent films, and I am usually against the use of violence in most films as it seems to be what so many films are about. Normalizing violence. It feels so awkward to say I enjoyed Kingsman, as it is a very violent film.

Today I dreamed about when my other rooms are ready...then me and my friends shall sit in my livingroom (to be) in candlelight, sip on some sherry or port, listen to jazz on my old grammophone, one of those you have to wind up, eat some bebe-pastries (small delicious pastries with a crusty base, filled with vanillacream and topped off with a lid of frosting) and just be. What would life be without visions and dreams. Not all are meant to be fullfilled, but one has to have dreams and visions in life to find a direction...
This silly little dream shall be fulfilled. I love to sip on port (I seldom do, but still...) and I love homemade bebe-pastries, and I happen to have a grammophone and old jazz records and the most wonderful friends and my livingroom will be so wonderful once it is ready...
I've always been a dreamer and had my visions... sometimes, even years later I might even become a wee bit scared when I realize that so many of the things I've dreamed of have become true. I have never been afraid of tackling and going towards my dreams. We, the ones who are privileged to say things like this out loud, we have a chance to live a pretty damn good life. And for me that means to be thankful. For everything I have! And that we so often take for granted. A home. Friends. Love. Health. Work. Money. Time to dream. And so much more! All in random order.

Sunday evening. Time to say goodbye to yet anohter wonderful weekend.

Time also to complete my letter to my dear friend G. He is an inmate in an american prison. We have been penpals and friends for a long time. We have become very close. In this friendship I have a responsability to not give him hope, he is on deathrow. And I also have responsability in not making him fall in love with me. For ex. I like to be gentle in my words, but there is a risk, and I must be clear if I use tender words. Because in my opinion this is not the place to make your selfasteem grow, to make someone dream of you and in their mind picture you as a dreampartner, the same way as there is a risk if a person is internet dating. If you are the slightest desperate or have very low selfasteem, you can easily make up a dream-partner and even fall in love without ever having met the other person. We all have heard of the most absurd stories of how inmates marry persons they've never met.
But there's no such risk anymore as we have been friends for a long time. G is one of the most caring people I know. And his humour, well, he is very funny. But it makes my heart very heavy, as there are days when he has no reason to get up.
You must all by now know that I am a hundred percent against death penalty. Everyone screws up. A lot of young kids in america screw up at a very young age, there are guns and there are drugs and there are gangs. A world I know very little about. But I do not want to feel sorry for my dear friend G. That does not help him. I rather feel sympathy, and I care.
Our correspondance is not about his committed crime, nor do I write about my opinion regarding deathrow.
There are so many other things to write about. Believe me. It's the sort of friendship I will value for the rest of my life. Everytime I receive a letter from dearest G, I always try to save it like a treat. And what joy it is to read. He has a tremendous gift in writing. So if any of you are interested in starting a correspondance with a prisoner, please be in touch, I can give you more information if you wish.
Obviously, it is wise to remember that once you start, you should stick to it. As you might become a very important friend. So it is good to think of what sort of commitment you make.And obviously one does not have to choose an inmate on deathrow if it feels too heavy to tackle.

Above is a picture from last year when I was in Italy. My friends are walking there, in the sun! A few months later we met up in Berlin. And walked in the sun.
It has been so sunny of late. A few years back, when I was involved with an eu-project, we had a meeting in Turkey and we stayed on for some days in Istanbul and we had booked this wonderful hotel that had a terrace overlooking the Bosphorus, we enjoyed looooong breakfasts on the terrace, in the sun. Spring bloomed when we were there. The cherrytrees were in bloom and tulips. I flew home to Helsinki and the next day I flew to Berlin for a short holiday. And spring bloomed when I was there, we sat outdoors eating brekfast and lunch, we sat in parks and cykled. That year I experienced spring three times!


Friday, 13 March 2015

Friday the 13th, part two

I made a little gift for my loved one.

It says härligt. A word we use frequently. It means lovely. And that is what everything is. 
We are. Life is. 

Friday the 13th

I found the little rug at the flea market, my heart and tummy filled with warmth and love, as I came to think of the dearest man I know and his inherited beautiful lace tablecloths, his granny has crocheted loads! Sad not to have the name of the person who made it. 

Friday the 13th. Always been a favorite combo. Lucky day! I even met L for the first time friday the 13th. Little did I know we would end up loving each other. 

Happy weekend all you lovelies out there!

Monday, 9 March 2015

Spring... in the air! Spring is in light! Spring is on everybody's tongue! Spring is in the headlines!

The sun is out and it is warm. People are transforming!
I want to plant flowers, I want to plant herbs, I want to plant sunflowers!

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Then there was a...

... windmill!
I found the painting at the fleamarket. It has a portrait painted on the reverse side. That used to be custom for artists to do, to either paint over a previous painting, or turn the canvas.
I shall keep this for now, maybe one day I shall turn the canvas as the portrait is beautiful. On the fleamarket pricetag it said "Local windmill". We have a beautiful windmill, just a few hundred meters away from my house, it stands tall. I took a picture of it at christmas. It could in fact be the exact same windmill. The painting is not signed, so I do not know if it is by a local artist.

On friday me and L went to see a local band play. Very few turned up. But the band gave their best, they even played an encore for us. Me and L spontaneously ended up for a few drinks at a nightclub. And a certain someone even sang a karaokesong, hih;)

On saturday we had a date, we saw a really silly swedish movie called Micke och Veronika, and then we had dinner. What a great saturday!

And the weekend continues with yet another movie, tonight I shall see The Imitation game. All my friends have spoken only well of the film.

Have a wonderful sunday!