Hej!

In time for Halloween David and I thought it'd be appropriate for a new scary short!
This one centers around the coffer that I got from the parents of my dear friend Lisa. They were going to throw it out. They had no space for it, they said.
Now I wonder...

And here it is! We hope you like it!

And to all of you wondering why I still live in this haunted place I will say this: No ghost is gonna control my life! I'm not the one who should move - they are!

Hello!

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!


Tjingeling!
/Lotta

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!