its hard to be a nissemand

Happy Christmas !

The duck is eaten, we’ve exhausted the TV with Christmas films/specials and
we’ve burned all our candles to their wicks end.
Now its almost time for bed and i have just enough time to wish you all a very Happy Christmas and wonderful new year.
Hold your families tight and be grateful.

Oh! And be good to your house elf, because it really is hard to be a nissemand.


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books and tea by candlelight

I’m definitely a a snow baby — i was born in June but i’ve always preferred winter over summer, not that both don’t have their good and bad sides. Well its officially the first of December — the first advent has started and i enjoyed my day by sipping piping hot tea and flicking through and old book handed down to me called ” Dronningens Læge.” Its an old book with old newspaper cutouts from articles about the real story behind the book.  This little spine of pages smells like the magic of the forest and whisper of the wind, and i can’t wait till i have the time to sit down and really focus on the words and the story.
Its on my to read list and its pretty high up there so when i finish “Buffalo Girls” and “Vorherres rævefælde” this might be my next stop on the literary path. However its a matter of how i feel when i finish a book that determines my next step. If i have a book hang over — all betters are off and shit hits the fan. But for now i’ll pretend i’ll read it soon because its a warming thought.

Now, back to the candlelight and hot tea.
A goodnight, i bid thee!

tea

a humdrum day

Just a humdrum day, in the drifters apartment today. Its raining outside and i’m just sitting down to some ikea food because thats about as close to Danish food as i can get here. Sadly. At least i HAVE that though otherwise i’d be weeping into my pillow every night in sorrow and loss.

a humdrum day
Oh and i have my new cactus, Abenaki,  for company — the third of my little group of pricks.

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rough around her edges

“I’m glad I’ve been wrong enough to keep in practice. . . You can’t avoid it, you’ve got to learn to handle it. If you only come face to face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it’s bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day–that way they ain’t usually much worse than a dry shave.” ― Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove

a lousy technical artist

I’m a lousy technical artist, truly. Two out of five of my paintings are visually appealing. I break all the rules, whatever rules there are, when it comes to art. My paintings and sketches aren’t always good and sometimes my subjects are ugly. I can mix colours to get the right results but i’m not always satisfied with my pieces when i’m finished, but thats me in a nut shell. Im a perfectionist which is one of the reasons it takes a long time for products to go up on my etsy, for photographs to be printed — they have to be spot on or they’ll sit in a box/hard drive for the rest of my life.
I stopped drawing a few years ago — which was a shame because i’m actually pretty good at sketching but i’m not so skilled when it comes to the finer details (i’ve started really trying to improve this). However, i always loved painting even if my paintings never satisfied me so i’ve started experimenting again — how good it is for the spirit to do something for no one but yourself ! I highly recommend it.
Today i spent my day painting, sketching and drawing with ink my new favourite medium — indian ink. I was supposed to be working on my novel but i didn’t. Although i also finished a knitted sweater today so i have atleast been productive.
Practice makes perfect. I’m glad i’ve started revisiting old hobbies and interests because i’ve found it makes me a happier person but still a little bit of an asshole.

a lousy technical artist

where i lay my hat

It’s Friday the 20th of October and it 23:29 in the evening, we just finished watching ” The Last Of The Mohicans” with method actor Daniel Day Lewis — and sometimes something as simple as a beautiful soundtrack can make you ponder and leave you wandering in the forest of your mind for answers you know don’t rustle in those trees.

Home is a hard word — or rather a complicated one. I battle with it often trying to determine where i feel “at home.” If i’ve ever felt at home. Every place has it’s own drawbacks — and if theres anything i’m good at its finding the drawbacks. I’ve lived a long life for a 25 year old; i’ve lived many lives already and i’m far from done. Any expat will tell you that travelling over a long period of time will change you in ways you can’t comprehend. I’m not talking vacation or holidays — i’m talking living a life of travel, of moving from place to place and becoming a part of a new life. A self-sort gift as well as a curse as hard as they come. I’ve never much cared what happened to my life or where it ended up — i usually go with the flow of living and see where the wind blows me, still do. Sure there are things i want to do and accomplish, which i work on little by little every day but theres no place out there that i feel “yeah — thats home and thats where i’ll return to when i’m done dreaming.”

For me home is a person, a breath of air, a stroll to a mountain, a beautiful horizon resting on the sea in any place; a horse nickering in the early morning — thats home. Its the small joys that trigger memories of my family when i’m 4000 miles away in the back end state of nowhere.
So i lay my hat wherever i sleep at night — but never at home, because he already has hat.

where i lay my hat

last of the summer berries

 The last of the summer berries, i’m trying to train myself to like more fruits and vegetables. Damn, how i HATE the texture of berries. Im your typical ketchup sandwich kinda gal. I know i know — it sounds awful but it stems from leaving Denmark to live in England where the food never compared to what i was used to. Danish food is the best (as is Mexican). So yeah, goodbye summer and thanks for the encouragement to try new fruits.

last of the summer berries




influenza + tea n’ ikea

Well, its October, and i started the month with chest pains, sore throat and everything that follows. Its such a beautiful month — the trees are turning red and yellow; leaves are crumpling under foot. October is one of the most inspirational months there is, so i sure hope this flu is over soon so i can start enjoying the cooler months before the snow takes over. Anyway, seeing as im currently out of commission i’m spending my sick days knitting, creating an ikea wishlist and working from home when i feel up to it.

Livin’ dangerously.

Influenza, Tea, Ikea