Dear Purple Madrid

Where are you? I'm leaving the city on Friday. You'd better be here by then. I will not do summer with hurting feet. Will not.

Oink!

My stomach is like a bottomless pit. A dark hole of hungriness. I usually eat a lot, but this is getting ridiculous. I'm a pig (a pig in a pink dress). Maybe I am unconciously missing the kids more than I think I do, and somehow try to comfort food my way to calm and happiness? It's a good thing Friday's coming closer. If they don't come home soon they won't recognize me.

Oink.

The Office Goes Home

Working from home today. Forgot I can't sit down so constructed this makeshift desk with the help of Living Etc and Vanity Fair.


Coffee's better at the office.


Lunch break.


Lunch date.


And a second lunch.

Now I've finished all my work and long for Jesper to come home. Not unlike a faithful dog. I called the kids, but they were too happy to talk. I'm hungry again. A good day, all in all.

Finally Summer

You know it's here when it's impossible to go inside, because the sun just won't set. I took this picture last night at 9.20 pm. All it's missing is a fox, then it would be pure Secret Garden. I love this time of year.

Leo would love it too. A Swedish garden at night makes wonders for any overworked stressed out world saver.

VM i Fru

Oh, to have a wife! To call her up and say "Please please please, buy me something less suffocating to wear" and know that she'll deliver. To have her take into account your every wish and desire, from long sleeves to short, from beachy to workish, from cotton to candy. To have her get everything the right size, look and feel. Oh, to have a wife!

The Office Leaves The Building

If it takes a village to raise a child, it takes more like a small town to organize a photo shoot. But it turned out lovely. Our warmest thanks to everyone, including mr Berno, happy models, fake cake makers, Spidermen, end consumers and cowgirls.

Dear Swedish Summer

I can't wait for you to kick in!

Wilhelm at Udden on the island of Möja 2005.

Little Piece Of Cheese

It's very hard to say no to a someone who sneaks up behind you and whispers "little piece of cheese? please?".

Who Needs The Midnight Sun?

We had Wivan's cake and and a Clone Commander.

The Dress And La Princesse

Many of you were seriously disappointed with my coverage from the wedding in la belle Suisse. I don't blame you. In fact I blame the camera and it's many shortcomings (like being unable to to what I asked it to and later breaking down). But two minutes ago my lovely cousin Hélène sent me this picture, asking me why the blog's been so quiet the last couple of weeks (work, sick kids, more work). And all of a sudden I was there again, outside the Greek Orthodox church in Lausanne, with my blushing and very newly wed cousin and oh, what a day that was. So here's looking at you, kiddo. You were a very beautiful bride. And you are so very lovely, my most faithful and quiet reader. Je t'adore.

Leo would have loved this dress, had he been at all into dresses. What really would have intrigued him though, would have been the whole ceremony with the crowns and all. But alas, no pictures. Or what do you say, cousine?