Sundaymonday

Yesterday I cleaned up my closet.
Today I broke a plate.

Long days

The last couple of days have felt like 36 hours each. At least. I. Am. So. Tider. So tired that I can't even spell tired.
I just came home from A's family dinner. She is home from Malmö this weekend. With a broken wrist. So I wrote on her cast and we felt like 7 year old girls again, eating big bowls of ice-cream while watching the boys play poker. They were all very macho and serious, and didn't even bother answering our questions. But as soon as we moved to the couches to watch Melodi Grand Prix, the very serious poker game ended. Guess they weren't so poker-macho-indifferent anyway.
Today at work I became friends with a two year old boy running around the whole store, giving his parents a hard time keeping up with him. Hope there is more cute kids like him, and that they will not cook Wiener schnitzel for the fourth day in a row, at the canteen (and how did the tomato soup from yesterday turn into Gullash soup today??) because tomorrow is another day at work.

Overall, a good day

Celebrated my grandmothers' 66th birthday this morning. She got three presents while still in bed. On Sunday I am going to teach her how to use her new iPod Shuffle. Or as she called it, after pointing her ears, "that thing you hear music on". I hope her long bus trips to Berlin will improve with it.
Went to uni, and had a long awaited lunch with two favourite boys. Afterwards it was work for six hours, where I was happy to see E, who is back from a month in Texas. She paid a surprise visit to the store, and I welcomed her home by (accidentally!) spilling a glass of water on her pants... Got home, played the piano for an hour, and now the rest of my evening looks like this.

Virgin experience

Today was the day that I discovered Summerbird (yes, I've been living in a cave for the past three years). We were greeted welcome into the shop with a glass of hot cocoa and a 'flødebolle' with white chocolate, passion fruit, raspberry, lemon and liquorice. I was immediately won over. I am never going to eat any other chocolate than Summerbird - ever!
Also bought some new tea, got a purple silk dress almost for free and met an old friend, T, at a cafe. It had been 2,5 years, but felt like 2,5 weeks.

Growing things

I'm not very good at keeping plants. Less good at growing things. I think I might have found the answer to why that is.
I couldn't understand why the cress did not grow properly. Five days later I remembered that you probably have to water it more that one time...

Today I...

was home for the first time in a month.
watched the sun shine on my oranges.
lit candles even though the sun was shining.
made cauliflower gratin for the first time.
stuck a fork in my thumb so I was bleeding.

Thursday

I've knitted a beanie today. And that is pretty much what I have done all day. It wasn't my plan though. At 1 o'clock I sat down with my computer to get some work done. And now, 10 hours later I don't know where the day went. I've been walking a maximum of 100 steps, and I am not very proud of myself. I am not a fan of such a day. Good thing I will catch up on the walking, on work the next two days.
On the plus side I've now got something to keep my ears warm.

Birthday

Today was my birthday. 22 years. Big one. Breakfast was freshly baked bread, hot cocoa, and presents. Good ones.
By 11 o'clock I was already in cake overload. A very dear big sister had brought me my favorite coffee, and baked me a cake. If I could elect a Miss Congeniality, it would be her (and a thumbs up to the lady in the coffee bar, who could remember what coffee I always have).
I didn't feel like eating any more cake for the rest of this month, so I decided to skip my annual tradition of making 'lagkage', and baked a carrot cake instead. It seemed right at the moment...
C took me out for dinner at the old marina, and a movie. Black Swan. A very beautiful and very creepy movie. It thus comforts me to see Natalie Portman beautiful and pregnant in her dusty pink Viktor & Rolf dress.
Now I am home, eating carrot cake (guess I didn't have too much cake, after all)

Pink invasion

Seems like there is some serious warming up for Valentine's going on, these days.

So much for perseverance

It turned out that doing dishes couldn't get my mind of that red dress (what a surprise...) I went to try it on today, and I swear that it tickled in my stomach when I took it of the hanger. As I slipped it on, from the bottom up, I was reminded that this is not (!) the way you put on a dress. After discovering that I couldn't get my arms in I slipped it down again. Or. Well. It was kind of stuck over my bottom. This is why you should never go shopping alone. I could have used a bit of help for the following operation...
It all ended well, and I am now the owner of a red dress. A pre-birthday present from myself to myself.

Tea and cake

Met up with a curly haired girl today, to give her this book. I had tea and she had coffee while we shared a piece of cheesecake. Forgot all about time and talked for three hours. It rained when we met, and it rained when we parted. So I walked around town with a wet fringe sticking to my forehead... Resisted buying that red dress, and walked home and did the dishes instead.

Fabric

Bought this fabric today. Want to sew a clutch, and this should be the lining. I want the outside to be dark blue leather, but why is it that you can only buy that dead grey leather, and not coloured leather? Do they seriously want you to colour it yourself? And what a mess will that not be? I imagine myself going through such a struggle to get it coloured, that I will only end up with blue hands, while the need to sew the clutch has been washed away with the dead grey colour.

Citrus

Blood oranges are pretty.
Found that the cupboard contained two fruits that had gone astray. I wonder how they got there...

Copenhagen

Talking. Talking. Deciding on food. A call to a restaurant that ended in laughter. Eating. Talking. Sleeping. Eating. Best 24 hours in a long time.

After dark

Friday the 28th. Watching the semifinals in handball at work. After close. Just four girls, in a dim lit, gigantic shop. And a guard kind enough to wait for the match to be over, before he went home.