ONE YEAR

It's Dag's first birthday today, my little baby is one year old!

Or; he is not even a baby any longer, but a toddler.

Oh my. Time really does fly.

People always say to cherish those baby moths as they go by so fast. When Dag was a little caterpillar curled up in my lap I was secretly just waiting for him to get bigger; in the beginning I was sort of afraid I'd break him or that he'd die at any moment. But now I see small babies around town and think about how tiny they are and almost start missing the baby stage already. Otherwise it's much greater now , getting better and better- even though Dag was quite receptive as a little baby too it is still so different; it's fun haning out together! 

There is also much talk about how you grow into parenthood and how you worry about being a good enough parent, which always annoyed me. I don't spend too much time philosophizing about my role per se, but it is true that you change in certain ways and also sometimes get guilty thoughts (like, I wish he'd sleep already so I can blog.  And then you feel bad for thinking so. For example :). And I of course feel more securein my role as a mother and a parent day by day; naturally. 

Happy Birthday Dag!

BE SEATED!

I got myself a set of old movie theatre chairs.

As I've only ever lived in flats and apartments before (or, a townhouse when at home with my parents) I never really was able to buy interesting furniture unless absolutely neede; not being able to have them lying around waiting for the right moment and right place. Or sure, I've stuffed a vintage make up table in the hallway of my old studio apartement and squeezed in a chair here and a lamp there, but with a few square meters there has always been practical limitations. And some sense from my behalf too. But the countryhouse can take in a lot, and already has from former generations! (I mean who needs three big cupboards in one room? Btw that will change, soon.)

So, I saw these old movie theatre seats for sale in an online antique store and had to get them just because, well - how often are you able to buy old movie seats? Not sure what their exact duty and placement will be; if not for when we get a tv they  might find their way to the porch we're about to re-build. As they are not only fun but practical; they take up small space with the seats folded up.

If interested there are still some seats for sale at Lundagård.

COUNTRYSIDE CUTE

I put together a forties inspired outfit of some of the old stuff I've bought to the countryside to wear around grass, dust and garden. As most people, I generally have a (very small) different wardrobe for just haning around out there. But sometimes it's nice to also make those just-hanging-around-the-garden-and-cooking-rhubarb-jam-days cute, by brushing out that whatever-ponytail into a nicer do. And then you can take a break from whatever it is that you were doing and go pose by an apple tree for a while.


The linen shorts are old from Indiska (they became countryside-wear since linen gets so damn wrinkly in an instant...) and the clogs are Moheda. The knit is some decade old H&M. Sometimes today's high street wear can last a long time too.

(And we'll actually have some people over soon, so brushing out my hair turned out to be not just for my own vanity this time.)