I have fallen in love with the self timer app TimerCam. It's nothing fancy, no extra gadgets and unnecessary stuff, just a camera with a timer. But it's so fun!
I like taking photos of my every day life and the environment I'm surrounded by, and sometimes a photo of a room misses a person in it and I am always there with me, you know, so why not use myself as a prop?
This also fuels the theatre thirsting side of my personality, because taking a photo with me acting as "Person" sort of gives life to a little scene.
These are a few of my self portraits from the last couple of weeks. Some of them you've seen in earlier posts but I decided they could tag along for this one too.

Well hello there, can I help you with anything? My skills include "How to turn your work space into a complete mess" and "How to stare into you computer for hours while drinking tea". Oh, and "How to take self portraits to make it look like you are a super busy business person".

And here you can see what it looks like when I, for the 54th time that day, had to release the carpet from the evil office chair wheels. I really need to do something about that. Some other time.

Trying different angles, and all that.

At the first production meeting of the year with Teater Esther! Hugging my friend Hanna super hard because it was ages since I saw her last time.

Being embarrassed.
This is a take on the photo from my previous post.
I usually take at least three different photos to make sure I get what I wanted.

Being very tired and trying to turn that into a cool look...

Looking at cute/or funny animal GIFs with my husband. This is something we do often when I come home late from work and we're too tired to watch something with a plot.
Cute animal GIFs are the cure for everything.

Finding that the kitchen cabinet is a good spot to place the phone for some photos.
Here I wanted a picture showing my necklace pendant, but that didn't work too good so I'm still in search of a place for that.

At work one evening waiting for David to come pick me up.

I'm seriously in love with the light in this photo! I like that you can't see a thing through the window, it's just so bright and warm and crisp!
Oh, and a friend of mine pointed out that it looks like I'm standing lurking with a baseball bat in my hand, ready to hit someone on the outside.
It totally does!

At my work (at a group home) we have 24 hour shifts a few times a month.
It's a quite surreal feeling to prepare for bed in the middle of the night in a place where you work and where the bathroom looks a little bit like a hospital with desinfectants and papper rolls all over the place. It feels sort of like I'm in another persons home all alone, hiding from something.

One evening I took this and I just got this feeling like it was taken by some arty farty photograper who takes photos of herself in bad lighting, with a bored posture, gloomy eyes standing in a well thought out, ordinary surrounding with items that scream "I'm a normal person, just like everybody else". (Whoa! Maybe that IS me?)
So I call this one "Bored sailor girl in mint green kitchen with unpaid bills on the table and a loaf of bread on the counter"

And this is from today.
"Bored sailor girl in mint green kitchen waiting for the banana bread to be ready and her friend to arrive".
I feel like a new series have been born. Bored sailor girl is probably going to come back.

So here's a really embarrasing (but also a little bit cool) story straight out of my life.
On saturday I took out my hulahoop from it's place behind the bedroom door and decided it was time I got back too hooping every morning like I used to do a few years ago.

Back then I had started slowly, hooping maybe five minutes straight before I dropped the hulahoop. After months of doing this every morning I was up to 14 minutes without dropping the hoop and I was very proud of myself. It was good workout and I liked to see the progress every day, even though it was only a couple of seconds more each time.
For some reason I stopped doing it for a few years and every time I have tried since then I haven't been able to hoop for more than a couple of minutes and I haven't had any motivation to do it every morning so I just forgot about it, kept the hulahoop behind the bedroom door to collect dust.

Until saturday.
I started to hoop and I just couldn't stop.
I was so fascinated with how long I could keep the hoop spinning and I thought to myself "this is so cool, I'm breaking my own record here!" So I kept going until I was so tired I almost fell to the floor. I let the hoop fall instead and checked the stopwatch.

19 minutes, my friends. NINETEEN!
I was so proud of myself! And a bit amazed, because how was it even possible? Then I realised that I probably have enhanced my endurance through runnning, an activity that I didn't do back then when I was hooping regularly.

Okay, so that's the really cool part. Now comes the embarrasing side of this story.

On sunday I woke up with an extreme muscle soreness. Like never before experienced by my body. I could hardly move. It was HORRIBLE.

But yesterday was even worse.

It hurt to move. It hurt to speak. It definitely hurt to laugh.
It felt like somebody had broken me in two halves and then stuck me back together in a not so orderly fashion, leaving out at least a few of my ribs in the process.
I stayed in the sofa all day yesterday, whining to myself (and to David) about how stupid I was to break my record on the very first day hulahooping again after so many years.
Why didn't I just stop?
Why didn't I take it slow in the beginning?
Well, duh, because I was amazed by my own awesomeness, of course!

For those of you who haven't tried hulahooping you might not realise how hard workout it is for your back and stomach, so I know how ridiculous this sounds. And since I woke up today with a more regular muscle soreness I too am laughing at the silliness of it all.
But I'm also quite proud of myself.

Nineteen minutes! I mean, NINETEEN MINUTES!
Next time I'll stop after ten. I think.

Tjingeling!
/Lotta

Two from when we drove to Österlen last week and the roads were dusted with wispy snow flowing in every direction and the trees only had snow on one side of their trunks.

Two extra luxurious breakfasts. One at Café Kagan where we always go when we're visiting Simrishamn, and one consisting of the delicious cardemom buns I made for David on his birthday the 21st.

Two self portraits taken with self timer (using the TimerApp).
One in the staircase at my work waiting for David to come pick me up after an evening shift, and one in my work room on the day when we came back to Gothenburg after our Österlen visit.

Today we found out the finalists in the Bloody Cuts film challenge and sadly our Lights out is not one of them. Our favourite one "Cut" was though so Congrats to the people behind that one, and to the other five too of course! It was very fun to be a part of this and hopefully we are still in the running for the other categories they plan to give prizes in.

I have been working all weekend and have a couple of days off now so I feel like it's friday today. Hope your weekend was everything you wanted it to be and if not: here's to a fantastic new week!

Hi, hello, hej, hallå!
I transfered a bunch of photos from my phone to my laptop and realised it was a while since I showed you the randomness that is my life through a phone camera.
We take it in chronological order with the first one from about a month ago. So here we go!

This is one of my all time favourite iphone photos. It's taken in the public bathroom at the City management office (Stadsledningskontoret, I have no idea if this is the right translation but google tells me so, so okay!)
It is a quite boring house with a grey/brown 70's office feel to it but when you step into the ladies room you get a flower power explosion out of this world. I almost forgot I had to pee, I was so overwhelmed. Forget me not flower tiles all over the place!
I showed one of my male colleagues who went straight to the mens room to see if they had the same flowery decor but he came out extremely disappointed. The mensroom had striped tiles. Boring stripes, not the happy joyful kind of stripes.
I feel sad for the men at the City management office.

A month ago the leaves apparently had yet to show their pretty faces. I looked like this in vintage skirt, spring jacket and newly washed hair (I never ever use a blowdryer. I'm lazy. And I don't know how to use it without getting extremely frizzy hair. And the one I have is inherited from my grandmother and I can probably blow harder with my mouth (yeah, yeah insert rude, sexy jokes here)).

I bought some vintage studio portraits that I have yet to show you.

Spring came and the summer came the day after. The flower stands at my neighbourhood market place Olskrokstorget looks pretty in the sunshine.

I found my summer skirts in the back of my wardrobe but since my thighs hate to meet each other I'm wearing tights all year round.

The cheeky smile is here to stay.

One day I realised my hair is as long as my arms.

I was in Scotland, as you probably know.
I tagged along when Jennie had sewing classes and here she is in her wonderful studio instructing one of her students.

Welcoming bathroom.

The toilet roll "holder" was even fancy at this place...

I went to Pollok Park and took lots of self portraits in this amazingly green parkway in the middle of the forrest. See my post from Pollok Park here.

Dancing by myself.

This beautiful path called on me but the ground was extremely muddy so I had to turn around.

Behind Jennie's studio there is a secret garden.

When I came home to Sweden again David had brought home our new coffee table. We found it at a fleamarket the saturday before I went to Scotland and we had to wait until the week after to bring it home. You can actually widen AND raise it into a kitchen table. Clever mid-century designers. It looks so good in our livingroom!

I found a dress on a fleamarket that makes me look like a naughty farmer's daughter. I love it and plan to go for this look the entire summer. Bring on the hay bales and flower crowns!

Went for a more sensible look the day after. Still the "naughty dress" but accompanied with, well, more clothes.

Had a friend over for fruit sallad and (three pots of) tea.

Relaxed on the balcony after my evening run. I am not good with flowers but I think that two surviving plants out of three is a quite okay result. Right?

The morning sun is just lovely in our kitchen window.

Summer is here and has turned our front yard into a jungle.

I keep overdressing because I refuse to acknowledge the warm weather. I tend to fill my bags with clothing during the day as I realise I don't need the jacket, or the cardigan, or the scarf...

Us in the elevator. Today it's 74 days until we get married, by the way.

My handsome David. This is from the day in the blog post beneath this one.

Hello there!

On sunday I woke up with hair like this. I'll tell you this is not the normal state of my hair straight out of bed. It's usually more troll than princess so I took it as a sign for a good day ahead.

We had a day of casting for David's short film Wallace. Four teenage girls came to audition for one of the roles and as I told you in my last post I got to play the class bully who gets slapped in the face. Each girl did the scene at least three times. So I got slapped in the face at least 12 times.
My face was all red and tingly!
In two weeks I get to do it all over again...

Tjingeling!