So the weekend has been amasing. Close to 30 degrees, sunshine, and great dining and shopping. Friday I bourt myself a new dress in one of my favourite shops: Syvende Himmel (Seventh Heaven). They sell quirky pretty dresses made for women.
As for dining. A five course meal at Tango, my favourite gourmet digs, never goes wrong. Wish I could remember all the foodie details, but as the food and wine kept coming it al just ends up in a blissful blur. I do have to give honarable mention to the desert. White chocolate fondant with sabayonne, and a poached peach with Earl Grey tea sorbet. Fantastic.
(Pictures. Above: Detail from shop window. Below: The goodie bag, and hand made buttons from a norwegian designer: Snella og Petronella)
Øvre Holmegate. Also known as The Colour Street. Cute shops, cafes and grafitti. Love.
After following pretty pretty yum yum for a few days now I'm officially hooked on this Sydney-gals obsession with the kawaii (cute), kakkoii (cool) and omoroi (interesting) in Japan.
I (as I have told earlier) am getting more and more obsessed with that country full of contrasts. For now I'm indulging in Murakamis books. Soon, I will need to go go go. Maybe I should find a Japanese cooking class, or language class. The little Japanese I know is from my karate classes at university.
I can't take credit for my beautiful garden. The previous owners of our house set it up, but I love it's Secret Garden feel. The flowers start with snowdrops in march, and the roses bloom well into october.
The web is a vast expance of inspiration. Something I found loads of in the universe of Samorost. This is more a state of mind, rather than a game. And it ate me up. Whole.
I would love to live in this floating world of organic mechanics. The flash game is designed by Jakub Dvorsky while he was a design student. His company Amanita Design is also an ispiration. I played through both Samorost worlds in one sitting. (The pictures are from Wikipedia)
So I'm a sucker for colourful things on display. These Easter eggs in a french patisserie on 16th ave in Vancouver B.C. won me over. Was told it's the yearly spread. So sweet they hurt my teeth just looking at them. Wheel barrow rainbow from same street.
A whole row of memories on show in my windowsill.
Volcanic rock from Iceland. Amasing trip with girlfriends, glaciers, geysirs and great shopping.
Fish from the Sydney Aquarium. My childhood favourite hangout. Loved the shark-tunnel.
Shells from trips on the beach in Australia. Sand between my toes. Tepid water. The current tagging at my ankles as my feet dig deeper and deeper into the sand. Diving under white waves. Floating over the round ones. Salt in my mouth. Sand in my cossies.
And a sea-coloured enamel bowl from my two and a half years in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. The flea market in the old Victorian train station in Tynemouth. The smell of the sea. The anticipation of air and sky building up in my tummy leaving the grey and hostile city.
Memories to touch. Remember. Relive.
So after almost three years with the previous owners chandellier, I finally got around to putting in my own home-made lamp. My handy brother helped me install it, and seemed pretty suprised that it looked good. What do you think?
Ahhh to be a labrador in the doorway of a flowershop in Rue Mouffetard, Paris.
All my fantasies lately involve lavender, laziness and cafe au laits. Ambling trough cobbled streets in Paris. Pain au chocolat. Abricots.
And moules frites. With glasses and glasses of crisp sauvignon.
I think I'll check the airlines right now.
Lately I've been immersing myself into Haruki Murikamis believable, yet unprobable, universe.
So life has always left me wanting more. Call me a life maximalist.
I'd rather add more, than omit anyting. This leading to a mess in which I lose all my creativity.
So frugility works. Ohne. Without.
But underestimating the power of deadlines and busy schedules can leave me just as blank.
What is a good girl to do?