Livslogga #10


Autumn is just around the corner. The air is changing and the dark is settling in earlier. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about the days that lie ahead. When I first came to Sweden in January, I was besotted by the icicles that I found while wandering in the forest. I don’t want to wish autumn away because I adore this season of change, and it’s my very first autumn in Sweden, but I’m willing the ice a speedy return!


After A Swedish Summer…

Vacation in Sweden is about good food and relaxing as I mentioned in previous posts…and it was freaking wonderful to just say ‘yeah, lets BBQ’ or ‘yeah, lets get a pizza’ or ‘yeah, lets sit on the couch all day watching Netflix’ or ‘yeah, BBQ again? Potato salad too? On the burger you say? Why the hell not!’ Fortunately I don’t look like a potato after all this good stuff and minimal exercise, (I think my busy brain keeps the weight off) but I’m wanting to build myself up into something that sort of resembles Red Sonja. (From the film).



So today I started lifting weights again (probably incorrectly because they’re big and I’m small) and all the rest of it. I also started on protein shakes (StarNutrition Whey – 80 Vanilla Flavoured, in case you’re wondering) because I want to be like Red Sonja soon. As you can see by my perfectly positioned milkshake bottle (it’s not actually mine, but the mans), I’m feeling pretty hardcore right now. My arms, I have to say (please ignore the scruffy hair…I had been working out) are looking rather gunnish considering I haven’t been lifting anything but my tea cup, burger buns and crisps for ages. I’ll be reporting back with my progress.

Livslogga #9


The folklore of Scandinavia has always been up there in my top interests, and I try and interpret it in my own little ways all the time through my writing and photography. When I found this rock in the forest I became all excited (interesting looking rocks do that to me), I thought to myself ‘Hidden troll.’ And this photograph was born.

My 60 Kroner Outfit

Emmaus Björkå had a humongous sale going on the other day. There was rail after rail of offerings for 20 kroner. To be honest, I almost started hyperventilating I was that damn excited about the possibilities of what I could find. I felt a freedom completely unlike what I felt when I first started thrifting in Sweden. A freedom to pick up whatever the hell I wanted, no matter what colour it was.

A few weeks back, I fell upon a deep forest green dress that screamed Game Of Thrones. But, at 100 kroner it was out of my price range, so I reluctantly hung it back up and left. Imagine how I felt when I landed upon on for the satisfyingly small sum of 20 kroner. Needless to say it went straight in my basket. It’s one of these dresses that, although absolutely beautiful, it needs something to clinch it around the waist else I’d end up looking a bit like a tent. For this outfit, I’ve teamed it up with a belt that I found a couple of months ago for 40 kroner.

Feeling totally comfortable in a colour is not something I expected would ever happen after being devoted to black for fifteen years…but forest green feels right, it feels me.


Vacation Time

The Swedes really know how to vacation. To be honest, I think Scandinavia has the whole vacation thing pretty well mastered. In England we’re a bit rubbish at taking a break. We don’t really know what it is to relax. I think the fact that over here a vacation lasts doubly as long as it does in England is a big contributing factor as to why and how the Swedes can kick back so effectively. In England you’re back to work before you’ve had time to kick back on the deckchair with a burger and a beer.

Well, my first vacation here with Sebastian has opened me up. It’s chipped away my uptight attitude, an attitude that I gripped onto with such force, and changed me for the better. I took a step back from my work  – something I couldn’t have done before – so I could indulge in my man’s company. We spent whole weeks with hardly a few hours apart which has meant that we’ve come to know each other on a deep and wonderful and exhilarating level. We learned about each others weaknesses and strengths. We both become better at listening, and helping each other to be the best we can be. We learned to better understand what makes the other one tick. We discussed at length what we want from our future, and how we hope to get there. Both of us sometimes struggle to sit still, but this vacation has enabled quiet moments where we have been able to just enjoy each other. (And Netflix).

And I fell deeper and deeper and deeper in love. This continually growing, beautiful, all encompassing love is the most valuable thing to me, and never has anything felt so natural.

Yesterday we went out canoeing and managed to get caught in a rainstorm as we floated in the middle of a lake. We were soaked to the skin in a matter of minutes. I should have been somewhat anxious out there as the rain thundered down on us and our little canoe, but I couldn’t have been calmer. My hair was plastered to my scalp, my makeup was making its way south and my camera was at great risk, but I laughed. I felt safe. I felt so euphoric that nothing but the moment mattered.

This vacation has helped me grow in more ways than I can count. Thank you, my man, and thank you beautiful Sweden.


Livslogga #6


I am forever in love with the forest surrounding our home. The deep green moss thickly coating the boulders is magic in a way that is hard to describe, and needs to be experienced in person to be understood.

It’s easy to image that years ago  these boulders were trolls turned to stone by the sun…and they have, over time, been eroded by the wind and gradually blanketed by the slow growing moss.