I go on Friday. The journey was booked so long ago now that it feels a bit unreal. As if I pretend to be in a computer game that I actually go there when I pack and book a taxi for Arlanda. Life usually runs at full speed, but only those days will feel like a gap in time. A small capsule only for me. To gather me. Get my restlessness still.
Otherwise I think that my sense of stress and the feeling of inadequacy just a bit in the last few days. The cape road. Small glimpse of parental fashion where everything is just cozy and fun. And I think part of it is that I am in the fact that I release the instructions in myself. Do what feels great. Eat together for the TV for a few days in a row. Gives room to feel what I feel. Do what works.
Gunnel has also started entertaining itself more. She can be involved when I get ready, even if it is not optimal. She plays next to me when I cook without it being difficult to get everything together.
I think a lot about the fears to have children and having children. That love is so vulnerable. That it makes someone so vulnerable and constantly ready. It is beautiful but also so vulnerable and it makes it as beautiful as scary. The gratitude that lies behind everything that she exists and that she belongs to us. And it feels scary to travel without her. Necessary for the soul to be alone. But flying is always with some ice in the heart.
I looked at old photos when she was so small, in many ways it felt like I was more brave then. When everything was new and everything would be experienced.
The day before yesterday, a grin slept all night and I woke up a bit with the feeling of being someone else. Perhaps it is the fatigue to never sleep out or make it clear that rest in the back of the head. That someone stands out. More than I thought.
I look forward to it, to drink cappuccino with Lovisa without looking at the clock. Walk vintage shops, eat pasta several times a day and just be in that capsule.
I wish I had such a bouquet on the dining table every day throughout my life.
I am now also irresponsible with the bank, so hungry for a new one.
I often think about this. And this journey is a fertilizer of that relationship in the same way as Madrid. To see someone’s need for peace and quiet.
I wish I could feel the same peace at home. As a colleague said, “I no longer long for mine”.
Bird Mobile from @minorthings that I would like to hang in the Gunnel room.
This beautiful whirlwind celebrated Pippi for 80 years in Skansen.
Gunnel is lyrical in his balloon since we bought. “Mom, I love my Bluey balloon”.
Sonya and the clothing and expressions of the gypsy are so well thought out and beautiful. And her inspection inspires me.
I wish this head was mine.
Pony moving premiere last Sunday in the Canter competition. We also succeeded with the artwork that fits the Hayes horse.
Nice air.
Will look for an acid for the fruit basket of Lisamaries in Florence.
Found for @lunaklestrup at Insta and was very inspired.
Imagine those pants with my cousin flying bag. Can be a Vestia yacht.
Hanna Stefansson has done a collaboration with Magasin du Nord, which is so much fun. I ordered the jacket. I love the bastard.
Was so happy with my packing to Florence that I was hot on the bed during lunch.
Funny skirts and shorts, jacket. White jeans and linen pants. Some beautiful LBD and then beautiful Polka dress from the wedding where we were. Mix of color pleasure and classic. Also managed to pack with a lot of space in the bag. If I like something.
I like cool nice and comfortable feeling. Do you want to feel exactly in Florence.
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