It's not everyday you wake up, throw on some clothes and go outside to meet up with someone to borrow a rake...

This morning David and I went on a little adventure. We were searching for a filming location and had quite a few criterias to pay mind to. I won't tell you all of them but it had to be a railroad track far away from cars, roads and houses.
We started off at a place close to where I used to work some years ago because I thought I remembered the perfect spot for the scene we have in mind.

I came straight from a night at work and hadn't really thought about bringing my camera so all of these photos are taken with my iphone.

We walked along the tracks and found a crossing.

Testing, testing.

Nope, not good enough.
We stood there pondering for a while and then we went back to the car to drive a bit further along the tracks.

This house was on the next, not perfect, stop. Love the grey and sad feel of this place. Who would want to play hoops there? Not me, anyway. But I don't like sports at all so maybe I'm not the right person to ask.

Then we had an idea! Jonsered! It's a small town just outside of Gothenburg and it's so so beautiful there. I think it's one of my favourite places in autumn. You will understand why soon.

Perfect autumn bridge.

Aaaah, the colours!

Man on the roof.

AND LOOK AT THIS!

This place has all the stuff I love to photograph in one spot. The autumn leaves, the bridge, the old industrial waterfall thingies with rust on.

Jonsered used to be a thriving town with lots of factories. Now it's very quiet but they still have use of their many waterfalls producing power.

We found the tracks right next to the beautiful lake but they were above ground! Oh no!

Turned around to walk back.

And then we almost walked past it!

It's perfect! Look how David's pointing. That's happy pointing!

Such a great feeling to have found the location we were looking for. We almost gave up there for a moment.
I was really happy to have gotten a nice autumn walk as well and my phone battery was blinking like crazy so it was high time to go back home.
A Lotta without any type of camera is not a happy Lotta.
Wise words, my friends.

I'll end this post with a photo of a shy mountain holding in it's stomach for the stretched out arms of a curious, cuddly tree.

Hi there!
So I've got a lot of new readers the last few days! Hello hello to you all!
It's been kind of crazy to see the follower number on my facebook page go from 200 to 340 in just two days. I have To sew with love to thank for that. If you pop over there you can join the big Fashionista giveaway and win a statment necklace from my Irregular Pieces collection worth $54.

I have been recovering from a nasty cold these last days and have not been far from my couch long parts of the day. I'm feeling a lot better now and hopefully I'll soon be enjoying lots of nice walks in the beautiful atumn we have now.
Well, I had a point with this post, I really did.
A few days ago (before the dreadful cold happened) I went to my job feeling especially fancy. Some days are just good like that, right?
I wore my favourite hunter green hat, the velvet jacket I bought on a fleamarket in London ten years ago, my all time favourite shoes and PANTS! I think I've been wearing pants more these last two months than I have in my entire adult life. But the best part of my look that day was the bag. Have I told you about this bag? When my mom was a little girl, in the 50's, she used to have this as a school bag. When I was a kid I fell in love with it the moment I saw it and I remember how happy I was when my mom told me that I could bring it to school one day. She told me to be careful with it and I promised. It was a very proud moment fo me when I walked on to the school yard with the shiny black bag in my hand.
But I was not like all the kids in my class. With my red hair and freckles I was an easy target for bullying and on top of that I wore things that I thought was pretty but wasn't really fashionable. So the kids at my school laughed at my mothers bag. They said it was ugly and stupid and I really couldn't understan why. It was the prettiest bag I've seen!
When I got home from school that day I looked at the bag and decided that I didn't care what the other kids said. I loved it and I was the one who should be using it so if the stupid kids at my school didn't realise how awesome it was it was their loss.
The next day when I was walking to school I swung the bag extra high and smiled hugely at their faces.
Sometimes I wonder where I found all that strength when I was only 9 years old. Standing up for what I liked. I just didn't understand how all the other children at the school cold have such bad taste.

Today everybody I meet want's my little black shiny school bag. But they can't have it. It's mine.

I found this skirt on a quite dirty fleamarket this summer. It was hiding in between two lumpy dresses and at first i didn't even see it. But then I noticed the buttons. You know, the buttons go all the way from the ground up to the waist. It's an amazing skirt!
For some reason I haven't used it until I found it again in my wardrobe a few days ago. Now I don't want to wear anything else. Today I have forced myself to have trousers on instead so that I won't get to wear a skirt at all and not long for THE skirt when I'm wearing another one. Yeah, I'm crazy. But I don't want all my other skirts to feel bad!
Hm.
End of crazy talk.
Let's go out in this grey weather!