Monday, 25 August 2014


Earlier this summer, my mamma, pappa, grandma, and I all took a boat trip out into Stockholm's archipelago. It was one of the hottest days of the summer.

Vaxholm, from whence all fairies ferries leave

People pass us by in the harbour.

Keeping a weather eye on the horizon

The map

Chillin' on the boat


This was taken at the beginning of summer.

In need of haircut. I'll let you know what happens.

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Wild Child

Mamma insists she went on a "wild shopping spree" today. She bought pillows. The rebel.

Cropped Jacket

This jacket is vintage Laura Ashley, manufactured before Hong Kong declared its independence of the British Crown.

Today I had to go to town and buy a few necessary items for my upcoming move to England. Mamma and I had to first drive to Yttersjö to deliver a mailbox back to the previous owners of our house, and the road there took us through rolling fields and silver lakes. The summer has suddenly disappeared into bright, brisk autumn days. 

Monday, 18 August 2014

Evening Sun

This summer has been absolutely marvelous, bright and sweet and with air so warm you could drink it.


Min Älskade Rolls Royce

My grandmother loves her car. She owns a tiny, red Fiat Panda, manufactured in 1984, a model known for "absolutely nothing," according to my mother, who also thinks it looks like a plastic berry picker. My grandmother, however, sees none of that and keeps a folder concerning the details of its make, model, and reparations, titled 'My Beloved Rolls-Royce.' Sometimes it's all about perspective.