First snow of the season came last night, and lots of it, too, followed by the chaos that always ensues, every single year. I don't know why this always happens - around fifteen major traffic accidents all over the southern half of the country, every fifth plane departure cancelled, trains standing still, and so on. Not like we didn't know it was ( Read more... )

Sweet, isn't it? Full view of the godawful sideburns, and everything. Luna is quite the most photogenic kid I've ever encountered.


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Luna said that she loves me and called me mamma Karin yesterday. I was dumbfounded; flattered, absolutely - I must be doing a decent job of being her dad's girlfriend, after all - but also rather stunned. I hope she's not going to make a habit of it, I don't feel nearly mature and reliable enough to be anybody's mum ( Read more... )

I've started to draft a corset pattern for myself. Have been toying with the idea of trying to make a rather simple, victorian underbust model that will be flexible and comfortable enought that I'll actually wear it - the only corset I occasionally wear nowadays is the short 1790's thing, that doesn't do much in the way of constriction - for a ( Read more... )

First off, before I scare you off with a long and possibly boring boot rant: go and look at this. It's an online exhibition with my favourite artist, Ulf Lundkvist, and I can't recommend it strongly enough. The paintings are partially rather badly photographed, but you'll get the idea ( Read more... )

Guess what I bought for three crowns, approximately 40 cents, at Mickes Skivor tonight? Specimen's Returning From A Journey/Kiss Kiss Bang Bang single. Nyah nyah nyah ( Read more... )

I've just been ill, and rather busy. Something flu-like coupled with PMS (lovely!) brought on a heavy attack of study angst, too, so this hasn't been the best of weeks. Oh, well ( Read more... )

I picked up a nice, fitted rayon tricot shirt with long sleeves and a small v-neck at Stadsmissionen yesterday, undid the side seams and the sleeve seams about 1-1,5 dm up from the hem, and finished the raw edges of the slits with rough, rather wide lace. I'm very pleased with the end result; it's not a terribly exciting shirt, but it's a great, ( Read more... )

The huge bruise on my ass (which I got through a piece of sheer clumsiness that no one will believe was not induced by alcohol - I'm almost a freaking teetotaller, for God's sake! Can't a girl be clumsy on a Saturday night just as well as any other day of the week?) has almost completely faded away, and by now it looks something like that awful ( Read more... )

I feel queasy. Had too much tea with Klara at the hospital, then too much coffee with Liza, and the hospital always makes me feel funny for hours after I leave, disoriented and distant. Klara was much, much better, though; we took a little walk down through Rosenlundsparken, all the way down to the park gates - that's an amazing progress, when you ( Read more... )