Hi!
These past weeks have been so weird. We have lots to do before the wedding (12 days left, eeeep!) and we're busy (but not stressed, luckily). It's a fun time: Planning, longing, making lists and then it's the rest of life happening as well.
I STILL have at least three big posts to blog but I just can't seem to get the time to edit all those photos so you'll have to be patient with me. And hopefully I will have the time and wifi to show you some of the wedding fun that will be happening soon.
Until then, here's a Two Two Two for you!

Two skies right outside our window.
One in dark pink and blues and one in a sort of apricot fluff.
Both of them seem to be taken straight out of The Neverending Story.

Two from last weekend when I was in my hometown Jönköping to meet with my friend Johanna who's doing my hair and makeup on the wedding. She was going to practice on my hair but it turned out she had some surprises for me as well.
One picture of me in Johannas boyfriend's russian 1940's motorcycle with sidecar. Erik is hiding behind Johanna's thumb.
That was a scary but fun ride!
And one photo of lake Vättern where we went for a swim and picnic.

Two of me.
One with a determined face and black clothes and one with a cheeky face and lot's of colour.

Hej!
As most of you probably know by now I'm a big fan of cemeteries. I just really like the dramatic mood and the calm combined with the pretty flowers and trees. Lately I've taken up running in the evenings. For those of you who've known me forever this might seem odd and not like me at all, and yes, I thought so too.
When I was younger I danced a lot and went to aerobic classes several times a week. I absolutely love to move to music and that's what aerobic was all about for me. I went to step aerobic classes but my knees really didn't like that and it eventually gave me some kind of sports injury that made it impossible to work out. I changed to a more low impact aerobic class and it turned out fine. But I think I got scared of hurting my knees again so since then I've stayed away from everything that's too bouncy and jumpy. I love to take really fast walks so that's sort of been my workout through the years.
But that feeling of wanting to move to music didn't get satisfied and I found myself starting to long for running. I have NEVER run before. Like never ever. It was such an alien thought that it actually took a couple of years of convincing myself before I dared to try it. My body doesn't know how to run so I started out extremely slow because I did NOT want to hurt my knees again.
As well as being a bit terrified of hurting myself I was also very self conscious about how I looked when I was running. I couldn't let go of the feeling that everybody looked at me and judged my technique, my loud breathing or my pace. I chose the cemetery both because I love the surroundings and also because I knew I could be sort of hidden from weird looks. Yes, there is other people there but not as many and not as evil looking, haha.
I still walk more than I run but I'm definitely getting there. And I'm not as scared anymore. The most amazing thing to me is that I still, after almost two months, think it's wonderful. I've made a playlist on spotify called Jag springer, jag springer (I'm running, I'm running) with music perfect for either walking super fast or running and some of the songs fit my pace so perfectly I sometimes smile widely and mime along to the lyrics. I also really love to see how the cemetery changes from spring to summer. Every time I'm there I stop to snap a photo or two and here is the result. All of them taken with a sweaty iPhone and a somewhat shaky hand.

Right outside my house the sun is setting below my neighbourhood beech tree.

The grave chamber of the Keiller family hiding in dusk one spring evening.

Ah, Magnolia you pretty flower!

Popping out.

Everywhere there's hidden stairs and pathways.

I have started to love rhododendron this spring. Has it been an especially rhododendron friendly season this year or why do they seem to pop up everywhere lately when I haven't really noticed them before?

Sun through tree branches will always make me stop and sigh.
And snap a photo.

The city on the other side.

When the sun sets it paints the graves in the most amazing light and makes this cross look like it's on fire.

Perfectly situated house.

Rainy and grey is pretty too.

The Keiller family sure thought they were important people...

On my way home I pass these fighting dudes. I think it's such an hilarious statue and for some reason I think the weather and the light makes it look different every day.

And I'll end this post with a picture of me coming home from the worst rainfall ever. I had just passed through the gates to the cemetery when it started to rain but I said to myself it probably wouldn't be so bad. Well, yeah. It poured down the entire time and after ten minutes I was completely soaked and decided I couldn't get any wetter. I turned my face up and smiled to the rain and the music in my ears took off at the same time as the rain. It was actually lovely.

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!

This thursday was the first day I went outside for almost a week. I've been totally knocked out by this cold, but now I'm feeling almost like normal again (well, what is normal, really?).
So, on thursday I took my camera, put on a vintage lens that David bought on a fleamarket a while ago, and walked out in spring ready to capture the day.
I took photos the entire day so you get to tag along.

Outside the door! Fresh air! New socks! READY!

Spring really took it's time this year, but during my week inside it finally arrived -complete with bursting buds and tiny leaves.

This was my destination for the morning. An italian café close to where I live.

They sell italian icecream that looks AMAZING but I was there for breakfast this time.

My date Ida. Since she's a freelance journalist and gets to plan her schedule herself and I work evenings and weekends we have started a tradition of meeting up for breakfast regularly. Our previous favorite breakfast place turned out to have really bad staff regulations so now we are on the lookout for a new favourite place in the neighbourhood. It's hard because there are not too many cafe's to choose from and the ones there are don't qualify for all our high demands.
It needs to be cozy enough to sit there for a couple of hours.
They must have a toilet (because we want to sit there for hours).
They need to serve breakfast.
We haven't yet found our new place.

She is a cutie pie.

After our breakfast date we said goodbye for today and I had some errands to do in the shops.

Little old ladies with red berets were enjoying the spring.

Dandelions! Sure sign of spring.

At Olskrokstorget (the town square I live close to) the flowers were newly planted.

Went to the fruit shop. Fruit is my biggest addiction after tea. I just love to walk around in fruit stores, look at the different kinds of fruit they have for the day, pick the most beautiful, exotic, tasty, lovely smelling ones and leave the store with far too much fruit for one person.
I just can't restrain myself when it comes to fruit. Guess there are worse kinds of addictions though...

Look how pretty! Fresh herbs and oranges. Sounds like a name of a restaurant, doesn't it?

Compulsory elevator pic.

Camera hand.
Love this.

I like to ring the door bell when I know David is home because I love to see his face in the doorway when he opens for me. I mean, look at him! The sweetest.

We got mail.
Important mail.
The application for our marriage!
We are good to go, apparently not related in any way and not already married with somebody else. Good.

I celebrated by choosing my bridal couple teacup.

I needed some help from David with the computer program. Took pictures of his nice hands.

And silly self portraits where the camera lens looks like it is a mouth. A very surprised mouth.

And still life of jewelry in my window sill waiting to be photographed for my shop.

And the ever pretty seed pods from South Africa.

Worked for hours.

Many receipts to look through.

When I was finished it was high time for food!
David made pizza.

I took care of the dishes.

Garnished and ready for the oven.
It was so tasty!

While we waited for the pizza to be ready I entertained myself with taking photos of things around the kithen. Like basil.

And an avocado sputnik.
See the decanter? Remember?

The evening was very still (I was so tired after my first adventurous day since before the stupid cold). Probably it involved listening to music, reading blogs, watching Buffy the vampire slayer and almost falling asleep on the couch.