Hi, hello, hej, hallå!
I transfered a bunch of photos from my phone to my laptop and realised it was a while since I showed you the randomness that is my life through a phone camera.
We take it in chronological order with the first one from about a month ago. So here we go!

This is one of my all time favourite iphone photos. It's taken in the public bathroom at the City management office (Stadsledningskontoret, I have no idea if this is the right translation but google tells me so, so okay!)
It is a quite boring house with a grey/brown 70's office feel to it but when you step into the ladies room you get a flower power explosion out of this world. I almost forgot I had to pee, I was so overwhelmed. Forget me not flower tiles all over the place!
I showed one of my male colleagues who went straight to the mens room to see if they had the same flowery decor but he came out extremely disappointed. The mensroom had striped tiles. Boring stripes, not the happy joyful kind of stripes.
I feel sad for the men at the City management office.

A month ago the leaves apparently had yet to show their pretty faces. I looked like this in vintage skirt, spring jacket and newly washed hair (I never ever use a blowdryer. I'm lazy. And I don't know how to use it without getting extremely frizzy hair. And the one I have is inherited from my grandmother and I can probably blow harder with my mouth (yeah, yeah insert rude, sexy jokes here)).

I bought some vintage studio portraits that I have yet to show you.

Spring came and the summer came the day after. The flower stands at my neighbourhood market place Olskrokstorget looks pretty in the sunshine.

I found my summer skirts in the back of my wardrobe but since my thighs hate to meet each other I'm wearing tights all year round.

The cheeky smile is here to stay.

One day I realised my hair is as long as my arms.

I was in Scotland, as you probably know.
I tagged along when Jennie had sewing classes and here she is in her wonderful studio instructing one of her students.

Welcoming bathroom.

The toilet roll "holder" was even fancy at this place...

I went to Pollok Park and took lots of self portraits in this amazingly green parkway in the middle of the forrest. See my post from Pollok Park here.

Dancing by myself.

This beautiful path called on me but the ground was extremely muddy so I had to turn around.

Behind Jennie's studio there is a secret garden.

When I came home to Sweden again David had brought home our new coffee table. We found it at a fleamarket the saturday before I went to Scotland and we had to wait until the week after to bring it home. You can actually widen AND raise it into a kitchen table. Clever mid-century designers. It looks so good in our livingroom!

I found a dress on a fleamarket that makes me look like a naughty farmer's daughter. I love it and plan to go for this look the entire summer. Bring on the hay bales and flower crowns!

Went for a more sensible look the day after. Still the "naughty dress" but accompanied with, well, more clothes.

Had a friend over for fruit sallad and (three pots of) tea.

Relaxed on the balcony after my evening run. I am not good with flowers but I think that two surviving plants out of three is a quite okay result. Right?

The morning sun is just lovely in our kitchen window.

Summer is here and has turned our front yard into a jungle.

I keep overdressing because I refuse to acknowledge the warm weather. I tend to fill my bags with clothing during the day as I realise I don't need the jacket, or the cardigan, or the scarf...

Us in the elevator. Today it's 74 days until we get married, by the way.

My handsome David. This is from the day in the blog post beneath this one.

Hello there!

On sunday I woke up with hair like this. I'll tell you this is not the normal state of my hair straight out of bed. It's usually more troll than princess so I took it as a sign for a good day ahead.

We had a day of casting for David's short film Wallace. Four teenage girls came to audition for one of the roles and as I told you in my last post I got to play the class bully who gets slapped in the face. Each girl did the scene at least three times. So I got slapped in the face at least 12 times.
My face was all red and tingly!
In two weeks I get to do it all over again...

Tjingeling!