Hello hello hello!
Since the last time I posted here internet has gone even more bananas. 4.1 million views of Lights Out on vimeo and 925 000 views on youtube.
It's a weird, weird feeling knowing so many people all over the world have seen me. I really can't grasp it.
One thing that makes this even more surreal (but also wonderful!) are all the reaction videos we've found with people watching Lights out for the first time. Some of my favorites are this guy who looks completely hooked on what's happening on the screen in front of him, these two amazing people who really gets into it and this girl who is the perfect horror movie audience.
If you want to see more Lights Out reaction videos David has compiled a playlist with all of them.

Today David and I went on the radio talk show PP3 to talk about Lights Out. It was so much fun! If you want to listen to it you can find it here, we are on from 1 hour and 30 minutes into the programme. You get to hear my voice, not only scared eep sounds and terrified breathing. It's all in swedish though...

Lights Out has an imdb-page page now!

And yet another person thought my monster faces needed glasses to seem less scary.
This time: Wonky eyes!

I've noticed that there's a lot more people than usual wandering around lottalosten.com these days. Hi and Welcome!
And because I'm feeling extra happy and excited I thought I'd give you a discount in my jewelry shop . Just write coupon code LIGHTSOUT during checkout and you'll receive a whopping 20% off your entire purchase! The code is valid all through march.
Every single piece of jewelry in my shop is made by my hands and completely unique.

And to finish off this post with even MORE links here's some places on the
internet where you can find me, outside of this website:

Facebook: here
Instagram: @lottalosten
Twitter: @lostenjewelry or for tweets in swedish @lottalosten.
Email: lottalosten@gmail.com

And until next time:

Tjingeling!
/Lotta

Hej!
The photos in the third roll of film that we had developed were taken during one of our trips to Österlen. We spent a week writing, making and eating lots of soup and taking walks.
As with the photos from our wedding and honeymoon these are not perfect by any technical standards but that's kind of what I like about them. It feels so strange that technology has moved so fast because I was one of those people who used a Point and Shoot kind of film camera long after people started taking digital photos, and it still feels like it was ages ago.
And also, how come it was so easy to get used to the possibilties of taking a gazillion photos without having to think of film rolls and development costs? It already feels so strange and exciting to have to wait to see the photos. I sometimes catch myself looking at the back of the film camera for a display screen showing me what I just shot.
How quickly we get used to the speed of technology!
I love that I've started to fiddle with both the digital and the analog because to me that just feels so right.
Sometimes I want the power in being able to choose from a hundred photos and in that moment having the chance to correct and learn on the spot, but sometimes it's just so nice to take a picture of a time and place I think is worth capturing and storing it in my memory for a while before seeing the result and remembering it all over again.
It doesn't have to be either or, it can be two completely different things satisfying two sides of photography.

Ahhh, favorite season of them all!

Cute husband being all cute.

Hello lonely tree!

The cliffs of Vik were photogenic as always.

And I can't resist the hazy dusk and wind in reed.

Yesterday I brought the film camera when David and I were going in to town. Ten minutes from home I realised I hadn't loaded the camera with a new roll of film so for all of the two hours we spent walking around Gothenburg my camera was just some kind of stupid hipster necklace. Ha! That made me feel so very professional.
The camera is loaded now though, ready for the next analog adventure.

Two displays of pretty knickknacks all dusted and reorganized.
One of treasures from South Africa; seed pods, porcupine hair and spikes from a bush, and also a dried lemon that I got from my grandfather when I was kid. I had so much trouble understanding how that hard, dried up thing could ever have been a lemon. The seeds inside rattle like a maracas.
And one of the old ashtray with the naked mermaid in the middle surrounded by all my favourite little odd trinkets, brooches and whatnot.

Two of my work spaces at home.
One showing my desk, where I'm sitting right this moment, with my new beautiful chalkboard wall decal bought from the etsy shop Brown Shades. I'm a little bit confused with the whole Sunday to Saturday week design and really didn't know that this was a thing before a year ago maybe. Why on EARTH would you want your week to start on a sunday? It just feels so WRONG. Even though I'm working weekends and week nights and usually have no idea whatsoever what day of the week it is this still makes me all mad. Knowing what day of the week it is was the whole plan with buying one of these things in the first place! I hope I get used to it, because I really love it otherwise. Click for better photo of the decal.
And one photo of my other, more relaxed work space: the sofa! Where I sat the other day working on a huge Tangled Triangle necklace while drinking tea and eating fruit salad.

Two of me photographed by David.
One from our day at Antikhallarna.
and one from yesterday when the sun was shining all over the place and I decided it was spring (at least for the day) so I ignored the strong winds and dressed in my vintage velvet jacket for the first time this year. Today it's back to the gloomy miserable raining again though.

Well, that was all from me today. I have plans of tea, sofa and jewelry making the rest of this evening.
Hope your week started in the best way (if you count your week starting on Monday because if you're one of those weird ass people counting it from Sunday I really don't understand you).

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