Party and parenting.

Being a parent of two wild boys you get tired… Before kids you could go on and party all night long, and the most important thing: you could be impulsive. If the neighbour invited you to a Black Sabbath night with a twist you said OK, even if you hated B.S (and wondered what the twist were all about)… because, what the heck, you could meet some very interesting people. With kids you get very picky regarding who you spend time with. Because you want quality. There’s no time for Black Sabbath when you loathe that kind of music. There’s no TIME! You’re to tired! TV and a silent glass of wine means so much more than headbanging through the night.

I’m a grown up. Yes, I am.

With a twist.

Translation: – Damn it! Com on in!   – Nah, got to get home. The babysitter might eat all the candy.

I live and breathe my island.

Sun and outdoor life has been the keywords for this easter. I love my place of life…

This week: WORK!

Happy Easter!

Working process.

I want to evolve. All the time. Sometimes it makes me stressed, but once I get started with a new project I can’t stop. But the time before can be horrible. Maybe that’s how it’s like being in a working process. I love my work, I really do. But when you decide that you want to work creatively, you say goodbye to silence. Or maybe thats just in my head… because I work all the time. Even if I’m not. Is it just me? Can you meditate? Really, really, clear your head during a period of time?

I must get better with coloring. So here we go!

Trip to the countryside.

Last friday me and a friend took a trip to see cows and tractors. We had our children with us. They love tractors. I love food. My friends mom had made this wonderful stew with moose and wild pig! What else can you eat when you’re visiting a farm? On our way home we stopped at a flea market. I found a lamp for my sons room and my son found theese… men. Which reminded me of village people.

Where’s the forest?

… my son asked when we went for a walk (well, the kids ran with the dog, we ran after) in the forest this weekend… I can’t blame him. We live in a nonforest area. Öland is flat, with a few exceptions. This is just outside Malmö, called “Bokskogen”, or “Birchwoods” directly translated.

This is the awakening. Just before spring explodes. Take a look at the purple birches. It’s here now. Spring.