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Thrift me happy!


Truth, I love shopping, but it does make me feel guilty for the ressources and money spent. I can only buy things that are reduced in price, since I have been a student since forever, and the feeling of being short on cash feels quite close. 

This past year I have had a steady job with a real paycheck and it feels amazing but I still don’t like spending. Also, my job now revolves around all the waste accumulated in our world, and it does make me sick to my stomach to think about all the stuff we buy, that we don’t really need. 

Cause really what do we need? Most of it is just fun, tat and surplus. 

I still like buying things. And let’s face it, most of the stuff I buy I don’t really need either, but it helps to know that I buy it secondhand. So that’s become my new routine. 

We have an awesome thrift place here in my town, Hjørring, with both furniture, knick knack and clothes. I go here once a month normally. I can get new plates for 5 kroner each, used books, retro stationary sets (boy, I will post about that some other time…) or fill a big bag of clothes for 100 kroner – or a huge sack for 175. For a life that is very non-minimalistic it fits in fine. 
It’s the thrill of the hunt that I like. Not knowing what I will find. Sometimes I am on the lookout for something special, but mostly its just a fun trip to see what crazy finds there are. I get stuff for my mum, for the girls, and I take it all home to wash it. Sometimes it goes back to the thrift shop if I misjudged the fit, so it just continues the cycle of reuse. 

It’s a nice way to get my shopping needs satisfied, and it makes it so much harder to buy normal new stuff – cause when you can get a sack of clothes for a cheap then shopping with ordinary prices just seems crazy. So it saves money in a lot of ways.

It’s puzzling the things that get thrown out, and I don’t think it’s a good sign for our planet, but that’s a completely different story…

I love that the girls like to come with me, and I hope that they will continue to be ok with getting new things like this. It’s hard to imagine that they might soon ask for expensive new things. I just hope they will also enjoy this kind of hunting for fun things and good bargains. 


So, this is happening –



Summer is coming, and with that the 14th of July, where it will be 7 years since Alan and I met that amazing night in the not so classy London-club Ruby Blue.


So we have decided to tie the knot that day. Just low key. Townhall vows and the family who are avaible and want to come.


The following week we travel to London where we are going to have a party in a rugby club that we are fortunate enough to borrow.


And sometime later in the summer we will have a loud party and get drunk with our friends.


Its been a long process of deciding and trying to plan it out. What we would like. What we could afford. And now we have a date, and I am so happy.


It is no huge dreamy princess wedding. No grand ball. No inviting the whole Danish and English family to some luxury resort.  That will have to wait till we are rich one day. And no choice whether to have it in Denmark or England. We will simply just do both. And it will be for the girls as much as for us. Two hopefully cosy day-weddings where the kids can play and we can bathe in sun and love.


3 lovely parties in all, so we can celebrate it with as many as possible. And with each other.


There is lots and lots and lots of planning still. Dress. Food. A ring. Cake. All the things that cost but are so nice to dream about.


I am excited! Yay!



Friday on my planet


Today has been a good day.

No classes at uni, but a great meeting at the local museum where I will be doing my internship from September. I went to see them, because I have a good idea for an extra project I want to do with them. And luckily they said yes to that.

So now I just have to excel. Be effing brilliant. So they remember me if they ever know of a job-opening somewhere in the museum biznizz.

I am excited. And happy. And apart from my chest hurting (because appearantly you can try to breastexamine yourself too much) I feel good.

I picked up Jolina early-ish and we went home to make muffins, juice some fruit and veg, and prepare a nice chicken stock from scratch. Because I needed to do something that oozed surplus energy and made me feel better about my cooking/health/mommy-talents.

And it was a success. It worked well. Jolina was interested, helped peel, cut and tasted. It was picture perfect. No temper tantrums from either of us.

The afternoon went by, and suddenly it’s evening – and on a Friday night, it seems no matter how early you take the kids to bed, they still hit that overtired screaming point. And they also did today. But Alan is singing them their lullabies right now, and I can try just to remember the fun we had, and not the hysteric crying.

I am so glad I only made a small batch of muffins though, because I feel they will all be gone before Alan comes down.

The weekend is here.


The museum where I can’t wait to spend time. And try to be amazing.


Our afternoon muffin/juice party.


The girls with their Friday night treat bowls in front of the telly. And some very red icing. Because a little girl dropped the red food coloring, and the mom just thought – oh what the heck.


Alan got home from football just in time to do some circus fun with them before bedtime. Luckily all muffins and other food stayed down.

Also –


Life is weird.


I wrote this post several days ago – a week maybe. I can’t remember. I did not want to post it then. But here goes.

Alan’s grandad is still not out of the woods, but he is a tough old man fighting with everything he’s got. So we hope for the best.

Alan’s passport has expired, so he can’t even go and see him. It makes the distance to London huge.

One of my favorite bloggers received news that her cancer is terminal. And I have no words to give her, because they are all just flat and stupid. I wish I could do more. I just know she once wrote we should meet up at a blogger meeting, and I kept hoping for that. I look up to her for her writing and her personality, she stood up for things, and I was so proud that she wanted to meet me too.
She has a young son. And she has fought so hard. Life is awful and random.

I went to the doctor on Friday with fear of lumps behind my implants. The doctor said it was all fine, but I carry the fear constantly.

We are all coughing, feeling mondayblue- and tired for our different reasons, and I have been a shitty mum and girlfriend today.

I will kiss everyone when they are asleep tonight.

And tomorrow.


I have kissed them all a lot since that Monday.



I am walking back from the daycare. Picking Roxie up early. The walk back is silent, just Roxie’s laugh before she falls asleep In the pram. It gives me time to think of all the places I am passing.

I really like living here. Here, in this small provincial town where I grew up ages ago. It’s safe to me. It’s full of memories. And it’s full of people I love. And full of people I know.

A walk through town will give lots of hellos. Perhaps from some of the librarians at the library that I have known all my life. And who now know my kids. A trip to a cafe will maybe offer smalltalk from people who have gone to my classes in the gym. Or a girl in a shop will be the little sister of somebody I once knew.

It could send some people far away or suffocate them, but I like it.

Truth, with the familiarity of small town life also comes the gossips and rumors, and that does suck, but I like the feeling of everything being connected. Of seeing familiar faces everywhere. Of having known Roxie’s childminder since I was a little girl, and myself being somebody other people remember. A friendly face from somewhere.

I enjoyed living in London and Vancouver too. Mostly because they are awesome cities, but also because of the anonymity. Of going out and being whoever I wanted to be – without anybody knowing my parents or stuff I had done earlier In my life. But that part is not something I miss a whole lot.

Alan and I did have a talk the other day. Of that great tourism position in the London and New York office of Visit Denmark, or what happens when Alan becomes a football star (we know its happening one day!) and is sold off to somewhere cool – Vancouver preferably. What then? Or will or wanderlust take us somewhere else before that?

I can’t imagine it at all. But my lust for traveling is also close to nonexistent. I want to go to Gothenburg to visit my friend. And to London for our family there. But apart from that I would rather just stay here. I really don’t want to be on a beach in Greece or shopping in Barcelona. Totally weird, but true.

It’s almost non-accepted today, in our globalized cheap airfare-ticket world to NOT want to jet off to Thailand, Dubai or Los Angeles. But it’s the truth and now I have said it. I will just stay here, save on energy, be happy.

Cause that’s what I am. Right here on the grey and almost springlike day.








February is more than halfway done, and I realize that this blog has been forgotten for longer than I wanted.

There are many reasons for that, one of them is that the girls have been off this week, and we have taken turns staying home, making time for lots of play dates and fun.

The other reason is a serious one; that Alan’s grandfather has been waiting for surgery, and is now still recovering from it. It has been tough for Alan being so far away from his family. We all wish we could be there with them for this.

So even though we have had a very nice time with the girls and enjoyed their winter vacation, and even though we have tried to keep busy sorting the house and cleaning up toys, the mood is muted in a way. Now we are just waiting for some good news.

It’s raining in Hjørring and our hearts are cloudy.


The cute sisters


I was  browsing through the photographs from new years from my father in law on the laptop. Procratinating while actually doing something else of course. For some reason they have just been forgotten there until now. And what a nice surprise they were. So many great shots of my happy girls.

I just want to share them with you – and thank the photographer!

And just wonder – there ´s one blonde and blue-eyed, and one dark and brown-eyed. I am sure the next (just hypothetical) one would have to be a ginger boy!

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Monday the 27nd of January


So far today –

I have had a nervous morning – the childminder called in sick, but the good replacement was available to take Roxie for a few hours until my classes in the gym were done. The good replacement would not take Roxie in with her rash though, so after half an hour waiting on hold on the doctors line, I got through, and Alan could take Roxie there, while I was at work. They met me at the gym after, all was well with the rash, and Roxie and I could walk home, while Alan went to work.

We went to the library first to say hi to my dad though, and Roxie ate a biscuit. Or crumbled a biscuit all over the pram and herself.

We walked home through the snow. Cold and crazy.

I shared the rest of last night´s pizza with Roxie for lunch. In the sofa while watching Postman Pat, because that´s the kind of mum I am today.

I tried to wipe pizza of the sofa.

I changed Roxie´s clothes because they were full of pizza.

I put Roxie out for her nap in the pram in our hallway. Not in the cold outside. I know it is ok to do, but I am simply not going out there today more than I have to.

I inhaled 3 Kinder Milk-slices my dad gave to me. He thought they had maybe gone bad, so he said I should not give them to the girls, and I said ok, that I would test them first. And so now I have tested. All three of them.

And now I am sitting here. thinking that since it´s February soon, it would probably be a good idea to put the new wall calendar for 2014 up. So far I have only managed to take the old one down. But that´s also a start.

It´s Monday. Right now a very slow and cold one.





It´s not really possible to see the snowstorm in this photo, but I promise you, it´s crazy!

Winter wonderland


It’s Sunday.

I have been celebrating since Thursday where I passed the exam with a good result, and I feel blessed knowing that there is an unknown number of days till the next semester starts. No more morning – or afternoon sickness since then. Just some time to relax.

The weather has been crazy. So much snow, and we are doing lots of pretending that we actually live in a ski-cabin in Norway. Not the worst thing to pretend in this beautiful landscape. Jolina has learned about different foodgroups in the kindergarten, and when I asked her about chocolate, she said it was the perfect food to bring when you go skiing. Quite right.
One day we hope to go skiing again. With the girls. And lots of treats in our pockets. Today we pretended, so we had some little goodies to hand out in between playing in the snow.


Today I also went out on my own to the local museum. They have a 60’s exhibition and I saw a scarf – and found out my greatnanny made it! A sweet story that I did not know about.



Monday Monday Monday


I am procrastinating like crazy.

I need to read faster. Store knowledge in my head more efficiently without loss of facts. Write some gold sentences I can add to my presentation.
And so on..

But I can only sit here and think of an amazing weekend. Of cosytime, happiness and great times. Of a sweet friend, a fun night out and my cute little girls.

And how I long for more of that – and less examstress.

I cannot wait for this to be over on thursday! This will be my first exam at my new university, so I am very nervous to see if I can live up to their standards.
And if I get all the reading done I need to do..