Hi!
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.

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!

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:

Tjingeling!
/Lotta

Soooooo, when I said I'd be back tomorrow (yesterday) with day two of our Anniversary road trip I clearly lied. Or misjudged my laziness. Some or the other.
As I'm still not up to speed on the editing we will simply have to make do with a somewhat scary GIF from one of the places we visited that day.
So here you go:

And let's start this weekend with some dancing, just for the joy of it!

Until next time:
Tjingeling!
/Lotta