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Cool prints

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I have mentioned it before a long time ago, but I really like Jenny over on http://www.dosfamily.com. She sells very cool prints with her husband. 

For a long time we have had both ‘Carl’ and ‘Girl with badger’ hanging on our walls from their shop.

For Christmas I gave my brother this print (borrowed from Jennys page) with Darth Maul and some dandelions. My brother is a big Star Wars fan, so I thought it was awesome.  He lives in Greenland, so I don’t know if he has it on his wall, but I will go visit him and check soon!

For our walls I got new ones too. One for each of the girls room and one that I can look at every time I check myself in the mirror in the morning. 


The prints are so cool I think, and the girls also immediately fell for theirs. They saw the story in them, which made me very happy. 
Now I can’t wait to go and see if Darth maul is hanging on my brothers wall. 

(And this post is not sponsored. I just bought the prints, cause I like them.)

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New Nikon

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I was so lucky to get a Nikon D3300 as a present when I finished my masters a year ago. I have not used it a lot (iPhone glued to my hand instead) but today my Hungarian friend Rita asked me for some photos. 

It was so much fun and I think she looks gorgeous and ever so cool in these shots. 

Thanks Rita, for letting me post them here. 

Trying to blow some life into this old blog again..

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Hello.

 

Rather crazy to be back after such a long time. But it seems I am. Or well. At least for this one post.

I have thought about the blog so many times after I stop writing. And why did I stop? I guess I just got sick and tired of writing about feeling like shit after cancer and the awful healing process. But that seems further away now. Touch wood. So perhaps I can come back to just having a kinda-normal, creative, secret-spilling, boring, awkward, cosy and old school blog. That´s what I would like for sure.

 

The whole blog world has changed so much. I remember spending a lot of time writing posts, following all my favourite bloggers and their lives, and then suddenly so many seemed to disappear. And so much of the content I used to like became ads and ads and ads.

And so I stopped blogging and stopped reading as well. And when I came back to start reading again so many good bloggers were gone. Some still there though, and I have been hanging on to you!

 

I would like to come back now. I don´t know exactly how, so much has changed.

I now have two big girls who don´t want me to share all kinds of fun things they do. So I will respect that. Also I work full time, so I don´t know where the time for this blog will come from. But I will try and make it work! Cause I missed this! I have so many ideas for creative projects that I would like to get done, and maybe this blog can help me.

The update now, almost 3 years since the last post, is that life can get back to an almost normal state after being seriously ill. It takes time, but I do dare believe in the future again. The physical pain is also getting much better. And reading here on the blog from the last posts I can suddenly remember how awful it all was. Happy to have progressed to a better place.

I am so lucky I am here with my family. Abnormally grateful for life is what I am.

Drowning in a sea of snot

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The last week has been a week drowning us in self-pity. Snot. And a little bit of sick.

We have all been ill, taken turns and had it more or less horrible, but I was the last in line, and am just barely sniffling up to the surface now. Totally man-flu that I got from Alan. Or man-plague actually.

A bad infection is being fought with penicillin, and I am hoping to get better soon. And that this turn of sickness then ends here. That it does not start over again with someone else in the family. Please. Don’t. Start. Over. Again.

It has been a tough week for other reasons. It seems all anybody has wanted to eat has been white sugar crap. Even I thought the veggies looked yuk and grosse. And of course white sugar crap does not make anyone well. It comforts for five minutes but then the good things stop. And with nobody really eating, nobody has really fancied cooking either, so it has been a week of pretty lousy quick solutions. And foul moods.

Today I cooked properly, with veggies and spices, fresh eggs (and ok – sausages, sue me) for the first time in what felt like ages. We ate in happiness. Nobody went on the naughty step, and it felt so amazingly blissful after a week of frustrations.

We had a picture perfect Instagram moment of playing, cutting easter ‘gækkebreve’ letters and cuddling on the sofa. And the best thing was, it didn’t even go to Instagram, cause my phone wasn’t there. So it will just be mentally stored.

My grandmother called and ordered me to get well soon and look properly after myself, and that’s always nice to hear somebody say! Thank you, I will do my best and rest, Granny.

So because I did not have the energy to blog, while it was all horrible, I am now sending some good vibes out there.

I feel like anything is possible – hey, I even managed to clean the cutlery drawer and the disgusting bin-cupboard after I sanitized all the knobs in our house today!

Then you just know its spring soon.

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– and Roxie has been crazy talented back in daycare. Cute Easter birdie !

Taking stock, part 1

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I saw on the lovely Pip´s  blog, Meet Me At Mikes, a great list of how to define things – just as they are right now, and I thought I would give it a go! So Thanks again for awesome inspiration, Pip!

This is me taking stock of today, Monday week 7 of 2014:

Making : The world go round, I feel. And then some illlustrations on my laptop.
Cooking : Good things with eggs from our backgarden chickens.
Drinking : Baileys cream tea, it still tastes as wonderfull as it did when I first tried it 15 years ago.
Reading: “Black Swan Green” by David Mitchell. It´s good. And then “Lets Pretend This Never Happened”. Again, because it´s always good to go back to something you know you love.
Wanting: To send off the script for the childrens book I finished last year. I am scared of letting it out there.
Looking: At my beautiful girls.
Playing: With Duplo and Lego.
Deciding: Whether or not I let Jolina go to the swimming pool with kindergarten on Wednesday. Or whether I go with her.
Wishing: For a cosy summer.
Enjoying: Looking at my man reading with no shirt on – right now!
Waiting: For boring bureaucratic stuff to go through.
Liking: That the snow is almost gone.
Wondering: Whether I can get my drawing skills back if I practice some more.
Loving: That our house is a safe place, where we all feel good. Also the mice (!!!!)
Pondering: If I ever get a proper grown-up-job..
Considering: If we could move into the Swedish woods.
Watching: Brooklyn 99, because I love Andy Samberg.
Hoping: That my mums cell counts stay on the good side of healthy.
Marvelling: When Alan says I am pretty.
Needing: For Alan to say that more.
Smelling: Like Dior Pure Poison. Takes me 10 years back to have that in my bathroom cupboard again.
Wearing: Grey, grey, grey. It´s all I need.
Following: Dos Family. Or more like stalking..
Noticing: That my girls are growing up.
Knowing: That my hair is definitely turning grey.
Thinking: About a wedding.
Feeling: Like I want it to happen.
Admiring: My mum. People who don’t yell at their kids.
Sorting: Tax-papers. Soon..
Buying: Almost nothing. Yay #YOEF!
Getting: Excited about this semester in university.
Bookmarking:Things in my memory. Forever.
Disliking: That the day is only 24 hours long.
Opening: That icecream from the freezer.
Giggling: At Andy Samberg and Jenny Lawson.
Feeling: Way too much.
Snacking: Way too much.
Coveting: Real authors.
Wishing: That I could be one.
Helping: My mum cut her hair.
Hearing: Icona Pop – I love it.

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– And here is your own list – if you fancy making one too…

Making :
Cooking :
Drinking :
Reading:
Wanting:
Looking:
Playing:
Deciding:
Wishing:
Enjoying:
Waiting:
Liking:
Wondering:
Loving:
Pondering:
Considering:
Watching:
Hoping:
Marvelling:
Needing:
Smelling:
Wearing:
Following:
Noticing:
Knowing:
Thinking:
Feeling:
Admiring:
Sorting:
Buying:
Getting:
Bookmarking:
Disliking:
Opening:
Giggling:
Feeling:
Snacking:
Coveting:
Wishing:
Helping:
Hearing:

Roll on 2014

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Suddenly it´s February.  How on earth did that happen?!

The house is quiet now. The last bunch of guests have left, the girls are sleeping, and it´s grownup-time, with books and digital media. We are really trying hard with the books now. We both want to read more. Serious stuff. Not just about Disney princesses or Totte and Lotte taking a bath. So we are working on that, along with leaving our gadgets alone.

But I also wanted to write a bit about how it is going with my #YOEF-pledge. I just know you are super exited to hear about that.. The spoiler for this is that I will sound estremely smug and selfrightious, but I am happy with it, so please just allow me to be.

First of all I have read great and inspiring stuff from Fellow bloggers, specifically this one was interesting, and it made me all the more up for quitting my unhealthy shopping habit. And so far January has been fine. It has been a great relief to simply know, that I do not need to spend hours browsing Asos, H&M, Sportsdirect or the like for bargains online in the evenings. And going out physichally has been even better. There is no need to look in shops anymore, where I before would spend ages in the cheap sections, just to see what I could find for 7 Pounds. There is plenty of that already in my wardrobe. I have worked in fashion and lived in London where highstreetshopping was my favourite weekend-activity, so to my advantage I am not out of clothes yet. I still have stuff to choose from in the mornings.

I do wish for some things. Like the perfect pair of short black boots with the perfect heel. But I am unsure they exist, so I will wait until they present themselves to me, and then I will figure out if I really cannot live without them. Material things suddenly feel much less important.

– I have shopped though, I have not been a saint. I got a pair of spring boots for Jolina, and with the amount of glitter and flashing lights they have, they do make me feel quite horrible for the sweatshopworker making them, but I cannot make boots myself, and I could not argue (rookie-mistake) with a 4-yearold who really really wanted them. Not yet. But hopefully one day, she can be part of making better choices too.

And then I got a secondhand jumper for Roxie. It had firetrucks on it, and looked well-used, so it appealed to the smug, pink-glitter-hating, retro-loving person that I am.

You know what – It feels goood. I never knew it could feel this good not to shop. But I just feel so relaxed, because I don´t have to search for all the stuff we don´t need or even want that much. Stuff that makes me feel good for such a short time only. Stuff that reminds me of all the excess we already have.

Instead there is this feeling growing inside me, that the better I feel about myself, the more I will love what I already have. If I feel good about myself and body, I won´t need to find the perfect dress to flatter it. Feeling good, I can wear whatever already is available in my full drawers and shelves of stuff.

– But what about materialism, new stuff, the kick from doing a good deal, finding something pretty, holding something that will now belong to you..? It is still there, but on a different level. Finding the used jumper for Roxie gave me  that feeling. And making stuff myself does it too. Seeing things and being inspired to change stuff and not just buy new.

I fixed some old blouses and bits of material into dresses for the girls, and that felt awesome. It felt even better when they actually wanted to wear them, since that was not guaranteed, haha.

So I am not worried at all about this year. I am looking forward to it, and I am sure it will be life(style)changing. Money and time saved already. And not an unhappy person because I haven´t been out searching for – and finding the perfect black boots. Maybe even happier without them.

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Stay tuned for the NeXT chapter in the story of how I turn the family completely organic, move into a shed in the woods – without wifi, buy a goat, ONLY travel by bicycle, and never ever shave my armpits again.

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Welcome back to myself – and you..

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So I’m back.

Again.

It feels like I have written that one too many times here, but now it’s a bit more serious. I am so close to shutting down the old Danish blog and simply keep it as an old diary for myself, and this blog will be the platform that I hope to use from now on.

That means, I hope some of you Danish readers will follow me here, even though its all in English – but I also hope to have some new English readers. Anyways, at least I hope to make it a bit easier for some English readers (shout out to you Nanny Louise and Granddad Mick).

I have thought a lot about what blogging means to me, and I have decided that I probably can’t live without it. The feedback. The inspiration. The outlet. The community. I just love it so much.

Four years ago I began reading blogs, and it was a whole new world that opened itself to me. I was lost for days, reading my favorite ones from start to end. I laughed and cried with the stories. I found people that inspired me in many different ways. And I began thinking if I could start my own blog too.

It took some time before I dared to, but when I finally made the jump, I could not go back.

I made new friends. Some that I got to know really, really well, and some that just pop in from time to time with their kindness. The comments on my last post on the Danish blog, made me so happy, because it shows me, that you readers are still out there. And I am humbled by your sweet words.

Now I actually want to write again. Post stuff. All kinds of different things. And from now on, I will do it here.

So welcome. And welcome back.

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