This was supposed to be a Two Two Two but there were just too many photos in my phone and some of them didn't match with any other, some of them fit together with lots of photos and I just AAAAAAHHH I want to put them all in a post!
So let's do that, shall we?

So, lately! I've been taking photos of sunsets:
Both from my balcony...
... and from a puddle one the ground.

We had a cat living with us for half a week!
Pixan's human Jossan went on a vacation and David and I were more than happy to have cat company for a few days.
David is one of those people that cats just seem to love. I'm more of an aquired taste, I guess. The cats that like me LOOOOVE me, but some are just "Meh, I don't care fore her". So I was a little nervous before Pixan arrived. And when she came I was at work and David kept sending me pictures of how he and Pixan were all cuddled up in the sofa, already loving eachother, and that didn't make me feel any less nervous!
But! She loved us both!
Here she is in the Lights Out hallway looking like a cute little ghost kitten.
One evening Pixan kept me company in the kitchen while I was trying to write.
Here she seems to be thinking "dumdidumdidum, I'm just sitting here all normal, don't mind me" while she's planning naughty things.
See how great she looked in our apartment! We miss her already.
I've been sitting a lot in the kitchen writing, learning my lines in the play I'm in, listening to podcasts and drinking tea.
One day I was feeling Bleh. Or Meh.
Wanted to do lots of creative things but had no ideas and ended up taking a zillion self portraits trying to capture the feeling of Meh. Or Bleh.
This was as close to it I could get (you should see the photo gallery in my phone though! Lotta all over the place, standing on the chair, stretched out on the floor, on top of the chest, infront of the door, it was a real circus!).
Last weekend David and I went to a HUGE antique store/fleamarket a 40 minutes drive from Gothenburg. It was so big, with so many things, that I ended up buying nothing. I met these cool mannequins though.
This girl seems to be having something wrong with her arms.
David and his big mouth.
Antique store selfie! And look at that awesome wall paper!
Feet selfies. Footsies.
Elevator selfies. Here with take away coffee.
Perky and Grumpy in the elevator.

(Can't stop laughing at this)
Dramatic self portrait with new skirt.
I got my vintage coats back from the tailors! This one has been smelling lots of Gothenburg air lately.
One morning I met up with a friend for breakfast at Antikhallarna. This is my favourite spot in Gothenburg, I think (together with Trädgårdsföreningen, of course!).
Most days my food look like just plain old boring food. But sometimes it looks like this!
Cold wheat noodles with salad, spring leek, mango, edamame beans, sugar snaps, smoked salmon, sesame seeds sprinkled on top of it and lots of dressing made of mustard, olive oil and white wine vinegar.
This is so tasty and I've made it several times in the last few weeks.
The self portrait spot in the well lit stairwell with the dusty windows has seen me a lot too.
Yellow tights!
Having a staring contest with myself.

At night time for a more dramtic look!
One evening David had me painting small, white dots all over my face.
All in the name of visual effects, and testing for an upcoming little film project. More on that another day hopefully!
David helped Teater Esther with the poster and trailer for our play Perfect Life AB. I wrote about that in my last post. David and I made the teaser trailer a few days ago and then yesterday we released it. I think it's so awesome! Have a look at it here if you want too (it's in swedish though).

The opening night of Perfect Life AB is november 7 which also happens to be my birthday so that is going to be an absolutely fantastic day!
If you are in the Gothenburg area during that weekend make sure to get your tickets soon! Last year we sold out completely and had to turn people down because there were no more seats left. Check out the Facebook event for more info.

Today is a stereotypical Gothenburg day. Super gray and rainy. Quite nice actually, at least when you're indoors looking out on the weather while sipping tea. As I am.
Hope you're having a wonderful wednesday!
Talk to you again soon!

Perfect Life AB
As you might know I'm part of a theatre group here in Gothenburg called Teater Esther. Today we released the tickets for our new play Perfect Life AB. It's the first time we do a play with an original script written by our director Frida Hartvigsson with ideas from the ensemble.
It centers around a screwed up family but this is one of those plays where you can't reveal a lot about it without giving away too much of the plot. It's dark, it's funny and hopefully the audience will leave with a bunch of thoughts about where our society might be headed in the future.
The poster is made by the amazing David Sandberg, as usual.
And I will be looking this hot in it.
I know most of you reading this blog is from other places than Gothenburg, Sweden, but this is a huge part of my life for the coming month so I wanted to share it with you.
If you happen to be in the area on the 7, 8 and 9 of november here's the facebook event.

Only a month left now! So exciting!

Wordly freedom.
I woke up from my dream just when I was about to win the cabbage soup contest.
A man on the street, four stories down, was screaming at the top of his lungs "EEEEEVAAAA! Could you throw down my keys from the baaaalcoooonyyyy?!?"
Everybody in the neighbourhood must have heard (and startled awake from their sleep since it was far too early to be screaming to ladies from underneath balconies) and now we all know that this man forgot his keys on his way to work.

The air today is something special. So full of autumn, yet warm with the long lasting remnants of summer. To be able to enjoy our indian lunch outside on the second day of october is beyond amazing.
I have found a new café close to where we live. It is where I sit right now, all alone except for the owner. Having been open for business for only 6 weeks it's too early to know if the place is empty because it's so new nobody knows of it yet or if it's bound to die before it even got to live fully.

I'm trying to get into writing again. I used to write everyday.
I kind of broke that habit when I started blogging in English. I do not regret that decision; it needed to happen, but the joy of bending a language after my own rules seems almost impossible to find in English.
Before, if I made up my own words in Swedish, everybody would see that as a sign of me knowing my way around the words. But now, if I would do the same in English, I feel like people won't know the difference between me not knowing the languange and being a really brilliant word wizard.
And that makes it hard to be free when creating sentences.
And I want to be free.
And I want to write.
So I've made a decision. I'm going to write as if I am completely free and own my words in English the same way I do in Swedish.
It's all a matter of the mind, right?

My plan to get this wordly freedom started?
I'm going to sit at this 6 weeks old café (with two more customers now) and I'll drink my latte's and I'll write in a book, with a pen and look like I'm doing important stuff.
(Except for right now when I'm going to take a photo of said book and pen and reveal to all the people (two customers and one owner) that I'm maybe not that brilliant.)
When you're used to be able to twist and bend the language exactly to your liking it's kind of weird to realize you don't have enough words anymore.
I know I'm getting better. I know I'm not bad.
But I'm not as good as I am in Swedish and it doesn't really matter how much I want to be able to get my thoughts through the pen and onto the paper, it's not going to happen as fluidly as I would like it to.
So for me to decide "I know it won't be as great, but I'm still going to do this" takes some true willpower. And courage.
Because if it's one thing I hate it is to do things I'm not good at .
The year of creative bravery. That was the whole idea with 2014.
So let's be brave!
It's the season when my wardrobe is in sync with the weather! Finally!
It only happens a few months a year so it's definitely celebration worthy, in my opinion.
Since I am a lover of hats and vintage outerwear I just can't seem to stop buying those things on my fleamarket adventures. To me it's like finding a treasure when my eyes land on that amazing coat, and if it fits me it would be a terrible crime to just leave it there, wouldn't it?!

Every year when summer starts to make its transition into fall I always feel so energized and inspired. I really, really love clothes and the creativity needed to pull together an outfit for every day.
Think about it, every day when you wake up you make a choice of what to wear and how you present yourself for the world, however small or big it is for you that exact day.
Is it a business meeting Monday? Is it a stay inside in your pajamas Tuesday? A Wednesday filled with errands? A Thursday with lots of paper work, a dreadfully scary Friday or is it maybe a stroll through the city with a cup of coffee in you hand Saturday? And then end the week with a Sunday when anything can happen.
I treat every day like a costume party, sort of (with the exception for the stay in my PJs kind of days) and the days when I feel the greatest is the ones when I want to be creative with what I wear. It boosts me so much to start off a tired and gloomy morning by thinking of colours, shapes and clothing combinations.
It might seem pointless to some people but a day when my clothes feel all wrong is not a good day.

Now my favourite season is here again! I was looking back at what I've been wearing earlier years, just to see if I had changed my style since then, and I thought we could take a peek at some really good days, clothes wise. Okay?
The. Best. Hat.
I remember the day when I first thought of wearing that yellow scarf with the wine red velvet jacket. It's such a wonderful combination of colours and I could stare at it forever. It is both soft and intriguing if you get what I mean. It's like music for my eyes.
My mother's beautiful schoolbag from the 50's is one of my most treasured things in my wardrobe. It's just so lovely!
Aaah, my wonderful wonderful vintage nurse cape! Soon it will be perfect weather for you!
I love this coat that I found in a vintage shop in Los Angeles of all places. I guess it wasn't needed by anyone there so I took it back to cold and wintery Sweden instead (I really don't appreciate winter though).
My grandmother's old suede coat with three quarter, trumpet, sleaves.
This raspberry dream and the striped coat in the photo beneath this is at the tailors right now for some tiny alterations.
I hope they will get to see a lot of beautiful autumn days this year!
(And look at that fantastic little raspberry hat/beret/thingy!)
Best shoes I've ever owned. Will cry when they are beyond rescue.
I got this duffel coat from a dear friend of my family when I was in my late teens. It was hers from when she was younger but she thought I would like to have it instead. Of course I did!
Today so far has been a pajamas all day kind of sunday, but I plan on changing that real soon. David and I are going out for indian food and a walk in the grey and calm Gothenburg weather. It's definitely time for the green hat.
I'm sorry for not having updated the blog very often. I have been in a non creative mood lately, but yesterday I felt how the need for creative work started to flow through me. I couldn't figure out what it was I wanted to do though, I just had the urge to make something. I made a pot of tea and a bowl of popcorn, but nothing that could stifle the creative need in me.
When I went to bed I felt sort of angry with excess restlessness, like my brain was mad at me for not realising what it is I should do.
I'm hoping this is a sign of a big creative explosion coming.

Until next time:

Well hello hello hello! Look what's back on lottalosten.com!
My good old blog series Postcard of the Week has been sorely missed by myself and I have no real reason for it totally disappearing for such a long time. It just happened.
But now it's back!
It's not like I stopped collecting weird/funny/beautiful vintage postcards since the last time so I have A LOT to show you.

This is one of the beautiful and weird ones, for sure.
I found this in a strange shop in Los Angeles when we were there a year and a half ago.

I find it so intriguing. Everything is so perfect. The house is SO exact. So strict. Nothing smooth about it. And the little family infront of it. The woman in black, the mother if I should guess, is she a widow? Dressed in black after her evil husband died and left behind enough money for her to buy this hideous house. Or was this her prison and now, when her husband is gone she can finally take her child and dog and get the hell out of there. "But wait! Just one last photo for remembering that the bad things are behind us now."
Now let's tear the place down!

What do you think? What's the story behind this spooky old photo?

It feels so good to be back with Postcard of the Week again. I hope you too like seeing the return of one of my absolute longest running blog series.

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I thought about blogging this yesterday but it was election day here in Sweden and my mind was way too focused on that for me to sit down and blog.
It turned out to be a very depressing election because the racist party became Swedens third largest party and the feminist party that I voted for didn't make it into the parliament.
It's just so awful.

But let's focus on something else entirely for a while! Something interesting and weird and hauntingly beautiful in its ugliness.
The car cemetery David and I visited during our road trip a couple of weeks ago. This day was our wedding anniversary and we filled it to the brim with amazing adventures. (For part one of this day click here )
This place is situated far into the woods close to the Norwegian border and people go there to look and be fascinated by the surreal atmosphere.
There are said to be a couple of thousands of old cars (some of them go as far back as the 1950's) in this car cemetery and the land is owned by two people who live on the property as well.
I've read that people in the area think of it as a sort of cultural heritage that needs to be left as is, but at the same time nature is not really loving it; the trees are not healthy and the ground must be filled with toxic waste.
No matter what, it's an extremely interesting and strangely beautiful location and the entire experience made a huge impact on both of us.

It's a place that get's the imagination going and we felt like we were thrown into a post apocalyptic world where everyone else was dead except for the few of us walking around the remnants of a long ago destroyed planet.
Fascinating, scary and very exciting!
I hope these pictures can give you a little bit of that feeling.
Nature takes over.
Imagine the years it must have taken for the trees to grow this big, that's how long the car has just been lying there untouched.
Mossy license plate numbers.
Almost melted together.
Cars almost entirely eaten by nature.
Forever queuing.
I stood here for quite some time just staring, my mind reeling with fantastical movie scenarios.
The moss intrigued me to no end. I have so many photos from here of cars covered in moss. It just loks so beautiful.
Really really old cars. But the grill is still shining.
Old signs from local businesses.
Can you feel it? That deserted, surreal feeling of being all alone in a far away future?

Sooooo, new week! Monday means theatre rehearsal for me, but before that I'm going to be working on my etsy shop for a while. New pretty things to be added soon!

Until next time:

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