today....

I am bored
I am wearing my grey jersey dress from asos.com with grey tights and my brown boots
I smell of Chanel Coco Mademoiselle and of the two oranges I just ate
I am jealous of my boyfriend who gets to go to a museum today, rather than work all day like me
I had a smoked salmon bagel for my lunch
I feel tired
I have had three cups of tea
I am sporting a lovebite on my right temple, (don't know how that happened?)
I miss my sister and all other selfish people that have cruelly abandoned me over christmas/new year

life on the shopfloor

If I have to listen to christmas music for one more day I think I will kill someone.

christmas

All that build up and over so quickly! It was different and wonderful and all I could have hoped for.

many thanks

Like a donut I have not been able to figure out how to track how many readers visit my blog. But now, thanks to some help from mamacita, who kindly shared her blogger wisdom with a novice like myself, I can find out how many (or few) readers I have. Hallelujah!

If you want to read her blog you can find it here: http://mammaca.blogspot.com/ Go on!
(still not figured out how to do those fancy hidden links everyone seems to use. Next project maybe?)

soothing

If you are not already listening to Fleet Foxes, do so NOW.

the big 3 0

Ok, so I was persuaded to go to the pub in the end... By half time I was so bored I just went home.

Instead I thought I'd entertain myself (and you, hopefully!) by posting some photos from last night. My friend Jenny turned 30 and threw a party in a bar in clapham common. The place left a lot to be desired and was pretty much empty, bar us. We still had a great time, dancing somewhat ironcially and very enthusiastically to the likes of Britney and S Club 7.

the birthday girl and her balloons...

are those straws or glowsticks?

my brand spankin new shoes, featuring glowsticks.

thanks but, no thanks

Even the promise of a sunday roast isn't enough to persuade me to endure the football on telly at the pub.

I think I'll get my last few bits of christmas shopping done instead. Kensington High Street maybe?

christmas fika

Surely no sane person goes to oxford circus on the saturday before christmas? Well, we did...

In the midst of manic christmas shopping yesterday, we made time for a sit down at Scandi Kitchen. We had delicious sandwiches and hot chocolates served in their weird but wonderful cups. We even managed to get our hands on their last lussekatt, swedish saffron bun, which we shared.

delicious christmas fika

My sweet sister Sabina

Me in my new-ish skirt from American Apparel

systra mig

The great thing about having a sister is that she is basically a slightly different version of me. We can laugh together in a way I can't with anyone else. We find the same stupid things hilarious, and find each other hilarious! My sister and I are quite close in age, 2 years difference. I think it is because of this that we have gone through stages of not getting on at all and stages of being best of friends, ever since we were very young. When I was born she used to bite me and hit me and all sorts of mean things, out of jelousy of course. As young children she didn't have much interest in playing with her annoying little sister at all, least of all if any of her friends were around! I, on the other hand, adored her and could think of nothing better than to be allowed in to her room and her world.

As we got older we started to get on better and in our teens became good friends. She was my protector in school, would never let anyone be mean to me, and that holds true till this day. Just try unfairly offending me in her presence and you will get an ear lashing! I think what brought us the closest was when we moved out of our mothers house and in to a flat together, when I was just 16 and she was 18. She took on the role of my mother and really looked after me when perhaps I wasn't really ready to look after myself. For this I am eternally grateful. She remains my most loyal friend, the one I can call in the middle of the night, crying hysterically. She is the one that can make me feel a little better.

Det har ar till dej allra karaste syster.

Sabina and I in Umea, 2006

exhausted

Why do I always leave my christmas shopping till the last minute?

a long story

I am in desperate need of a haircut, wouldn't you say?

no fool

Why do people always seem to think it is their place to offer up opinions on my choices? I can't tell you how many times in last few days I have had people tell me that I am throwing my career away, how I will regret this decision and what a fool I am. I am of course talking about my recent resignation from the company where I have worked for the past three years. People just can't accept that just because I have been offered something THEY want, I am not a fool for not wanting it for myself.

The truth is that I never grew up wanting to work in sales, I never dreamt of targets and comissions. I am not a person that is naturally motivated by making money, for myself or for others. I am not particularly competitive. Worst of all, I actually quite dispise the whole consumerist, capitalist essence of the industry in general and this company in particular. Don't get me wrong, I realise I need to make money to live, that I will always need a job. However I would like to believe that there is a job out there that I will find much more fulfilling and meaningful than selling bikinis. The position I have is a a great opportunity for the right person, however that person is not me.

So inspite of everyone elses "wise words" I am going my own way.

that's that

Done and dusted. In January I am going from fashion sales to nappy changing in order later on go off to see the world with my most special best friend Hanna.

I can't wait.

christmas dilemma

Again not written in a while... At the moment I am busy planning my christams party next weekend, though I am starting to go off the idea slightly.... For some reason no one else seems to be as excited about it as me. None of the prospective guests, that is. It seems they want more then I can offer them. I have been dreaming of mulled wine, christmas decorations, homemade pepparkakor, bottles of red wine and lots of nice conversation. But it seems my dream may be shattered by friends that can't imagine a saturday night without clubbing and getting wrecked out of their minds. This is their choice, of course. I just wish someone would share my enthusiasm for cloved oranges and candle light. I have even been planning a trip down portobello to buy some beautiful second hand china to enjoy the beef stew in. Now I am not sure wether to bother. But then again, I guess I am doing this for me, for my own pleasure as much as theirs. Maybe I need to broaden my social group! Seriously though, I think I am just go going to go all out with my party and those who enjoy it can, and the rest can bugger off to a club at midnight and I can stay behind and tuck myself in to bed, to recover some energy for the clearing up the next day!

long time no see

I think I am bit to inconsistent to be a good blogger. Some days I write several posts, other times days will pass. It's not because I don't have anything to write about, more like the opposite! Too many things have been going on (good and bad) for me to have the time, or for me to be able to gather my thoughts enough to write. I can tell you three things about the weekend:

1. fika at scandi kitchen on saturday was very nice, and I spent £40 in the shop!

2. very, very soon I will be able to post much better photos (which may encourage me to post photos more often!) as I have been given a sneaky early christmas present from santa... guess what it is!

3. far too many people have seen my right breast (courtesy of above mentioned christmas present...)

have a good night folks.