Workshop hos Mangt Moodstore

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Jeg har altid været fan af genbrug, og har også mange gange da jeg var yngre klippeklistret en hel del med blade og papir. Nu er mine krea-timer blevet overtaget af stof og symaskiner, så det er lang tid siden, jeg har lavet collager eller papirkunst.

Fra mit tidligere job på AVV mødte jeg et par gange mit store upcyclingsidol Gitte Lacarriere. Sammen med mine to døtre har jeg set alle afsnittene af ”Fra yt til nyt”, hvor hun er med, og hele familien er store fans af Gitte og limlakken. Da jeg så, at Gitte afholdt en collage workshoprække i hendes Mangt Moodstore, var jeg så klar på at tage af sted.

Det blev til den hyggeligste aften i selskab med en god veninde, en masse flinke damer, og ikke mindst Gitte. Lokalet var yderst lækkert, og jeg kunne virkeligt godt ønske mig sådan et sted.

Stemningen var i top, og Gittes papirlager bugnede af fine sager. Det var bare at klippe, sætte sammen, og lime, så det var en fryd. Flotte fotos, vintage magasiner, smukke tapeter og alt man kunne ønske sig.

Jeg var som altid meget produktiv, og jeg er sindssygt glad for de collager, jeg fik med mig hjem. Det eneste store problem er bare, at vægpladsen som altid mangler herhjemme. Det må jeg finde ud af. Fedt var det i hvert fald, og jeg vil meget gerne afsted igen.

Gitte og hendes største fan – mig!

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Tak til Gitte for det søde værtskab. Alle de bedste anbefalinger herfra.

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Cool prints

I have mentioned it before a long time ago, but I really like Jenny over on 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.)

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. 

Drowning in a sea of snot

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.


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

Enter awesomeness!

Last year Alan and I went to this amazing 80s party in town. The highlight of our year.

Today there is exactly one month till we are going again. I can’t wait.

We need some glitter, glam and awesomeness in our lives. And romance. Lots of romance. Alan is a dude who dances, and that’s one of the reasons he is the best! He especially enjoys dancing to cheesy 80s music.

This year I am thinking about making myself into a Robert Palmer ‘addicted to love’ kinda girl, and Alan will be either Magnum P. I. or Ziggy Stardust. Sounds great, right!












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.


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.


Roll on 2014

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.


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.


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!