Saturday snapshot: in which my husband sits around in cafes on both sides of the Atlantic wearing a pink shirt.

LA (or actually, possibly San Diego but that's not the point)...

London..

It's uncanny.

When my blog grows up it wants to have lovely shiny pictures...

Like these..

I really love these composite pictures but have NO idea how to 

do them.

This one is like a whole lifestyle in one shot, lovely..

Much simpler, but cute and effective..

Really love this, I too want to be able to label and maybe even draw big arrows on things..

I did used to have a whole tag for lazy arse blogging (things I praps ought to have learned how to do before starting a blog) but not beating myself up over this one. I have looked in lots of places, maybe I need to get paid-for-Photoshop, not just the free bit.

I did come up with this, it's a little H&M outfit for my nephew..

I will figure this one out. Probably.

(Obviously if anyone reading this knows the answer, please share.....).

All images from my Pinterest board.

Brilliant, greeting cards if you want to mildly offend whilst offering Congratulations..

Really only mildly offend, they're like a cheeky backhanded compliment, check the small print.


For your old friends..

For lazy arse students who just graduated..

For your best friend who likes to hit..

And for the weirdo you're in love with..

Like I said, brilliant.




They're all from this Etsy shop.


(Oh and Etsy, you should be paying me for the amount I show you off).

Contact lenses make you old. Fact.

I just got some to try last week and firstly, I really can't put the frickin' things in that easily. Which I know will take a bit of practice, but all over the world there are really stupid people who manage this daily and it makes me feel old. 

Also, I am a bit shortsighted. True, there are people who are less short sighted than me who wear their glasses all day every day, but I like my blurry world.

I thought I looked like this (which, by the way, was taken on my Mac webcam which gives a lovely soft blur), yeah I'm 38, but there is still a bit of smooth glowiness there (please see above reference to webcam)..

Now I can see clearly THE WHOLE TIME I realise those days are gone.. I totally look like this..

Which was a bit of a shock.

Who the hell is that old lady?

Am totally loving a bit of animal jewellery.

Not Animal from the Muppets, although am sure that is cool too.


More like this..

Look at the little frog clasp, just so darned cute.

This is all from J Crew, who now have all sorts of shipping and shopping options for the UK. But let's not tell my husband that, let's tell him I need a trip to the States instead. 

I really want a little frog. 

My heart belongs to: Ny-Carlsberg Glypotek..

It won't stop raining here, it feels biblical now, like someone did something really wrong and now the rain has come. 

Anyway, it made me think of this place - the Ny-Carlsberg Glypotek..

Yep, that Carlsberg family, nope, nothing to do with beer. Although a brewery would be a lovely place to hide in, out of the rain.

It rained all the time we were in Copenhagen and I hid out here for a lot of it - lots of art and sculpture...

And under the big dome is this awesome palm filled cafe area.

My husband was working so I sat there drinking coffee alone. Well, it was me and some old school Danish ladies wrapped in fur.

Turns out Danish pastries aren't called Danish pastries in Denmark, they are called Vienna bread, same as in Norway.

Still taste good though.

(All the pictures from nice Wikipedia, pretty sure it was too wet to take a camera out.)

A Sunday-something-to-lust-after: shiny, shiny boat shoes.

Yep, for reals, they are loooooovely.

I really want some boat shoes, and these are three different shades of shiny. They will keep both my inner 80s child and my inner magpie happy.

Score.

(Shoes are from here)

Saturday snapshot: one where I pretend to be a holy madonna with child, but fail, but I do have a little baby.

Look at me, I'm all beseeching. Or supplicant. Or something that I know what it means.

That little baby is a lot bigger now. Lucky he is still awfully sweet.

More gross for you, but different gross today. You're welcome.

So I have these fuzzy black dots that float around in front of my left eye, lovely. I went to one eye doctor a couple of months ago, but after half an hour of tests and chitty chat, it turns out that he didn't believe what I was saying. To the extent that I got my husband to call him later that day and talk to him. He admitted on the phone to my husband that he thought I was lying. All of this, by the way, is a bit of a challenge in another language, anything medical gets really really hard very technical fast. 

Anyway, I was a little surprised that an actual honest-to-goodness doctor would be such an asshat. But there you go. So this time around I took my mother-in-law with me in case the new eye doctor was mean and I burst in to little girly sobs grown up and justified tears of frustration. Plus she has been going to him for something like 43 years, so I felt pretty safe.

He is awesome, knew exactly what I was talking about and can't help. So we talked contact lenses instead. And now I am trying them, which with the eye poking is pretty gross in itself. The reason he can't help is that the only way to get rid of these fuzzy black things is to empty all the liquid out of the eyeball.. 

..then scrape the inside clean before refilling it with eyeball juice. 

That is your gross for today.

You are welcome.

Gross, gross, gross.

I was going to write about the natural beauty of Norway, about how this time of year is so lovely because masses of wild flowers bloom by the roads and everyone's gardens are full of colour. (Loads of people, including us, have rhododendron bushes, which I find incredibly funny for some reason, like they shouldn't be in Norway, only in National Trust properties).

Anyway, ol' Mother Nature just spat on that. We have three huge windows in our sitting room that overlook the garden. And just as I logged on a bird flew in to one of them. Twice. No idea if it was the same bird twice or two birds once, but man it is a grim thunk. 

And the gross bit? The smear of I-have-no-idea-what bodily fluid and tiny feather left behind on the glass.

No pictures today.

Yep, I still need an intervention...

..partly for my dodgy choice of books and partly because I am reading loads at the mo and really ought to be doing house things. Or garden things. Or house and garden things. Or really anything a bit more worthy. Or probably mostly caring about doing something else instead of reading. But I don't. Ha. It's lovely. 

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This is totally what I look like when I read. Apart from I am one person. And I don't usually sit on the floor. 

Since I wrote this in January and confessed my love of teen vamp fiction, then wrote this one a few weeks ago about the boy books I was reading, it is worse. Or better. Depending on your point of view. I have read the next four of the Spiderwick books, started on reading the Percy Jackson books again and have read about a squillion teen supernatural books. I don't just go vampire any more, no, I am equal opportunities for any  werewolf, fairy or vamp. Or wizard, or djinn or whatever.

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I have totally robbed this picture for my own uses, if all the books I read lately were lined up on a shelf, these arrows would show you all the dodgy teen ones. 

The best part of this is that the books have either come from the library or I have read them on my Kindle. And I pretty much always get the free ones. So that saved a big bunch of money and means that now we have unpacked all the books here, there is a bit of space in one of the bookshelves that totally needs filling. 

I may even buy some grown up books.

Oh hurrah, we're getting there...

So in the last couple of days we have done a bunch more stuff to the house (pretty sure that 'a bunch more stuff' is proper design speak too).

We shipped out our old sofa and have a lovely new one..

Although it isn't lovely for everyone, that 14 year old boy in our house doesn't like it, it's too flowery.

Plus we put up squillions of pictures, so now it looks better on the walls, plus we have got rid of the piles of pictures from the floor. Total win. 

This is my favourite - it was a first anniversary present from my sister (you know, because it is paper, and referencing the comedy moustaches from our wedding party).

It is available here if you want one too.

Anyway, there are LOADS more to go up, so back to my hammer. 

It's more than a little grey here today....

So I shall kindly give you some sunshine instead..

All this lovely can be found here.

A Sunday-something-to-lust-after: I totally need me one of these..

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Or one of these..

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Or even one of these..

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So unbelievably totally frickin' bored of doing things around the house.

Saturday snapshot: a shot of history.

On the way to the best brunch ever in Berlin, we walked past this building and noticed it needed a bit of repair. 

And then one of us clicked that just maybe these are bullet holes, presumably from the war.

Blimey.

I have never wanted the circus to come to town so badly..

Just take a look at this utter circus-party-cuteness..

Admittedly the bowl of cake-topper-clown-heads is somewhere out the other side of creepy, but still..


Everything from this fabby Etsy shop.

Summer, you're a bit crappy, I better get some new trousers...

Ooh, cute..

Beautiful, they totally have to be worn on a yacht in Greece..

Gorgeous, but um, awfully flowery in the lady area..

Kind of makes you stare.

All the lovely trousers are from here.

If Grace Jones was a raver, this is so what she would wear.

I mean, look at it..

Uh huh, sure, kind of cool, but then look at it on.. 

I am so right about Grace.


(Swimsuit from here. Pretty sure Grace doesn't shop in H&M though. Shame.).

Awfully cute AND funny... you're welcome, Tuesday, you're welcome.

Just take a look at this print...

Brilliotic.

Print from here.