Hello there pretty thing.

I found this poor little thing hanging at the local
charity shop all by itself. A bit dusty on an old hanger.
And I just possibly could not leave it there in its misery
so I offered to take it home with me.

I have this great feeling that we are going to be the best
of friends this winter. The dress, I and a big fluffy cardigan.







Love,
E

In the wonderful world of Maira Kalman.

If I were ever to write a list of my favourite illustrators then this
lady would definitely find herself on it. Not that I assume that she
would ever have the time or need to look at any of my millions
of lists ( I am a list maker ). But just saying.
I just adore her work.


Maira herself.

A self portrait I assume.

The cover of a New Yorker.











Her illustrations always make me think, laugh out
loud and admire.
Oh and I wish I was the 'pink soft ice cream of a lady at the opera'.
Brava!

Love,
E

Bloody Mondays.

There is something so extremely devastating about Mondays.
Like today for instance as I woke up just to realize that the oh
so perfect weekend was over and another week had already begun.
How I hate when that happens!
I will always feel the new week lurking about but then I just close my
eyes and pretend like it is not really there only to be knocked on the
shoulder by it the next day.
Wakey wakey time to start organizing your day ol' lady!
Urgh.

Love,
E

Saturday sounds.

Most of my Saturdays I spend exactly the same way.
Followed by the same sounds.

The sound of my boyfriend still asleep in the bed as I close
the door and head into my small car.
The sound of the car warming up in the morning.

The sound of a happy friend and a good morning from my
vegetable lady at the market.
The sound of fruit that are being tossed and turned to find the
best ones amongst the others.

The sound my basket makes when it becomes too full with things
that I would love to have on my plate.
The sound of my belly grumbling with hunger and delight.

The sound of afternoon snacks crunching happily in my mouth.

The sound of the busy coffee shop.
Glasses, mugs, machines and people.
The odd newspaper page turning.

The sound of joy inside me when a Saturday
has started like this.
The sound of my stomach full before I curl back into bed.

The final sound of opening a book.

Love,
E

The Proust Questionnaire.

What are you thinking of right now?
My bed. And sleeping in it.

What makes you laugh?
Silly little things and children.

What makes you cry?
Gypsy music.

What do you consider to be the greatest invention?
Sequencing of the DNA.

Do you have a mentor or inspirational figure who has guided or influenced you?
I have had several but mostly work related ones.

Where do you feel most at home?
In Sweden.

Where are you right now?
In my office.

What is your proudest achievement in work?
Scanning electron microscopy.

What is your proudest achievement in life?
Generally just becoming a softer version of myself.

What do you most dislike about contemporary culture?
The pretentiousness.

What do you most like about the age we live in?
The internet communication.

At what points do life and work intersect?
My life does not involve much serious work.

What’s the best advice you’ve been given?
To defend yourself.

What is the biggest risk you’ve ever taken?
Following my gut feeling.

Recommend a book or poem that has changed your perspective on life.
Unohdettu Vartti (Rosa Liksom).

What is your earliest childhood memory?
The kindergarden.

What’s the most important relationship in your life?
The one with myself.

What’s the most romantic action you’ve taken?
Followed him to the end of the world.

What’s the most spiritual action you’ve taken?
Prayer.

If you could wish for one change in the world what would it be?
For everyone to be able to feel empathy.

Questionnaire found here.

- E