No Easter without a few påskkärringar! Here's Blanka with sweet summer friends Albin and Malva (little brother to the left, big sister to the right). Wilhelm felt too old to participate at first, then realised that nothing is worse than having a baby sister with candy when you have none yourself, so he did dress up and let me draw a moustache and everything (which was swiped off at the last minute). But there was no posing for pictures (gotta draw the line somewhere when you're all of seven years old). Albin and Malva are the children of my summer friend Anna (no, our parent's generation didn't have a whole lot of imagination when it came to naming their children), whose grandmother is from the same village as my grandmother (the aforementioned Midsomer, which really isn't called Midsomer at all, but that's another story). Seeing our kids do together what we did ourselves thirty (ahem) years ago made us a little nostalgic. But you know, in a good way. Not in an I'm-so-old-I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-myself-kind-of-way. Since I'm over and done with that. Yep.
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Me too. I'm as weak for painted on freckles as they come.
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