That's Good Evening for all of you who can't speak Swedish.
We had to get up way too early today, but we managed, and then the boys picked us up, and we drove to the ferry, which was a smooth ride as you could wish for. It felt like taking the train, really. No waves whatsoever. And we could enjoy the brilliant sunshine, which is always a plus.
(
Read more... )
That's one part of our living room. The drapes are okay, but then I think they're from IKEA as well. It's like the home owners used all inherited furniture from relatives who couldn't stand them or maybe they had an interior design who hated their guts. I don't know. Nothing fits. It confues me that anyone could have such bad taste. Maybe it's something typical Swedish because the museum we visited today was random as well. And not the 'cute as pie you have no idea whatsover how to plan a museum but I love you nevertheless for trying' Irish variant of it, but more the mind-boggling 'why would you put THIS THERE?' variant, which ends in finding an ugly crown used as a flower vase in the middle of a room dedicated to tapestry.
Reply
Leave a comment