I know it has been exceptionally quiet around here, but this week has gone by in a whirlwind – which I can’t exactly complain about. In fact, that’s how I prefer all my non-vacation/real life weeks to go. I have seventeen school days left until the beginning of exams, and it almost feels unreal that after having spent two years with more or less the same people, you will probably not see most of them again. I have been anxiously anticipating that fact for the past two years, to be honest, but now there is a kind of bittersweet-ness about it. I guess it’s kind of like family: you have to swallow a lot of camels, but most of them have your back. They also may copy your notes and steal your thunder.
Last night was Prom Night, and for those who have been lying sleepless wondering, I did not win “Class Gossip”. THANK GOD. My heart was in my throat when they announced the winner, and then it was like AHHH, I can breathe again. I still don’t understand where that nomination came from, but I think they meant well. I had kind of been looking forward to doing a replica of Gretchen Wieners’ speech about how I shouldn’t be punished for being well liked, or more like I shouldn’t be punished for being the one everyone confides in. At least I can keep secrets, which I think is a pretty good quality. WHATEVS. That’s just another camel I have had to swallow.
One day all of those camels are going to make me explode, I am telling you.
I have never in my life attended a prom before, and because I am very bad at doing my hair and putting on make-up, my sister and aunt made a project out of dolling me up. They are really good at these sorts of things, and I could barely recognize myself when I was done. I wore a beautiful grey dress, sparkly silver heels, a black coat and lots of sparkly silver jewelry. The theme of my outfit was grey and sparkly, in case you can’t tell. After curling my hair vintage-style, my sister turned it into a French ‘do, which is totally what I am going to have her do to my hair at my future wedding. Unfortunately I only have a few pictures to share, as the rest are on my sister’s camera. Expect a very photo-heavy post in a few days, though. Until then, here are a few:
Doll-up time, about to commence. For this you need a shit-ton of make-up, coca cola in champagne glasses and strawberries.
My hair is naturally curly, but in a kind of wild way. Not wild-wild as in can’t be tamed, but more like just not useful in any way. This is where the Carmen Curlers came in.
This is the table I was seated at. LOOK HOW PRETTY!!!
Today was the day after prom, which meant that I wanted nothing to do with make-up or fancy dressing up or anything like that. My siblings and I went to see “The Descendants”, which I can’t say impressed me too much… I guess I am not clever enough to get the hype.
Sofie sans make-up, and in dire need of some eyebrow dye. Waiting for the movie to start. Very happy about her hot chocolate with whipped cream.
Sofie and brother, loving each other. That almost rhymed.
This was it for me tonight. I’m gonna hit the sack and hope this next week will go by as fast as this previous one. I will talk to you sooners.
My sister has been introducing me to so much great music lately. This is another song by a Danish band (represent holla whuttup) that is definitely worthy of a listen. Treefight For Sunlight’s “Facing the Sun” was named the number one summer hit in Denmark last year, and it has that warm and summery retro feel that I am so into. Also, they have named The Beach Boys as one of their inspirations, which is definitely evident in this song.
Tell me this song doesn’t just make you squeal with happiness.
OH NO! I just realized that today was “Earth Day”, and I have watched more television today than I have in ages + made like fifteen cups of tea. I give up, I am a horrible person.
Today has been a perfect example of my usual tough Sundays. I woke up at 11am, went outside once (in the rain!!!) to get milk and cleaning appliances (which I plan on using sometime) and for the last five hours I have been lying on my couch watching “Ugly Betty”, with my computer and a cup of tea. Sometimes I wonder just how I do it all. Oh, I also stole a bookcase from the bulk trash. That was tough, too. Now I just need someone to wipe the sweat off my forehead.
I am in the middle of composing an entry about this epiphany I had last night, but I don’t think I am going to be able to finish it tonight. Instead I am going to bombard you with (what I think are) pretty pictures that can brighten this place up a little bit. Once I have hit “Publish” I am going to go to bed and watch the episodes I have downloaded (shush) of the new Wilson Phillips reality-show. That, by the way, is the show to turn to if you want a show where the lines are delivered with the same authenticity as The Hills. I love those girls, though, it’s not their fault.
My walk home from school:
Yes, that is a car part attached to a hedge. That’s just how we roll. GET IT?
I am going to share something with you that you, forty pounds from now, will hate me for. I apologize in advance and hope you will forgive me.
This cake you see up there? It was made in a cup in the microwave, and it took a total of two minutes and forty seconds. I know, shit just got real.
You will need 1 large mug that can handle going in the microwave.
Four tablespoons regular flour
Four tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa
1 teaspoon vanilla sugar
½ teaspoon baking powder
3 tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons skimmed milk (be generous with the milk if you want a spongier cake (recommended)).
Ideas for extra ingredients:
- Chopped up chocolate pieces
1) Add the dry stuff to your cup and mix it together.
2) Add the wet stuff to the dry stuff in your cup and mix it all together.
3) Stir and mix, stir and mix, stir and mix until the cake dough has reached a nice lumpy somewhat even texture.
4) Put your cup on a little plate (that can handle the microwave) and put in the microwave on the highest it can go for 2 minutes and 20 seconds-20 minutes and 30 seconds. If you like it dry give it 3 minutes (that’s what she said).
5) Beep beep, cake is done, and it has most likely exploded over the edges of the cup. That is A-OKAY.
6) Let the cake rest for a second and then flip the cup upside down to get the cake out (you may have to actually cut the cake out of the mug).
7) Voila, a (dangerous) chocolate cake.
Ideas for sides (because there are just not enough calories):
- Ice cream
- Whipped cream
- Combination of aforementioned
I just got home an hour ago and was in the middle of writing a long entry when I realized that, hey, it’s Saturday night, and I have spent all day with an adorable little boy, whose level of adorable equals his level of energy (aka a thousand suns), and whatever energy / synthetic horribleness I got from the four glasses of sugary abricot soda I had with my dinner has worn off long ago. SO. I am going to leave my half-assed, half-written entry as a draft and finish it tomorrow after a good, long night’s sleep. The entry will contain a recipe for the easiest cake ever, which will without a doubt be known as the “Friday Night Diet Ruiner”. More on that tomorrow.
There is a little shop a couple of streets from my apartment. Inside you will find lots of hidden treasures from previous decades, all previously worn and treasured by people like you and me, in a different time and place. The sales assistants are all volunteers, who thoroughly enjoys removing coffee stains from old garments, and helping you discover your very own piece of gold in the piles of lost and found. The best? Every single cent goes to charity. The second best? On the mirror in the dressing room they have written, “Stop it. You look AMAZING!”. That’s when I knew I loved the place.
The shop is located at basement level. When you walk down the stairs and enter through the little door that (thankfully is one of the few which still) does not close automatically, you will find the sales assistants sitting off to the right, having their very own tea party in antique lounge chairs and sofas, sipping tea from mixed vintage china while talking about their friends. It’s like we are all guests in the walk-in closet of a 95 year-old female globetrotter named Mabel, who has experienced everything from the swinging 1920s to the orange and brown shades of the 1970s, and now she is lying somewhere in a big bed with draperies of red velvet, looking through photo albums while caressing her cat named Mrs. Buttons. I know, she is pretty badass.
While searching through the racks of hats and belts and dresses, I thought about what an amazing work environment it must be. I could totally picture myself searching through boxes of wonders and sipping tea from floral tea cups, not minding for a single second that I wasn’t being paid. I would just love so much to make a difference. Perhaps I should look into that next year? I will have plenty of time since I will only be taking two classes.
Anyway, in my humble opinion, thrift shops are where the heart is. It is a magical world where old momentums get their renaissance and are rightfully praised.
To celebrate that I am still standing and have less than thirty school days left, I bought this postwar era-style dress that has a gorgeous cut and lovely little details. I know it looks like an oversized Hawaiian t-shirt in this picture, but it really is quite feminine and lovely in real life. I guess I have to wear it for you to see. I will be wearing it tomorrow, so perhaps I will snap a picture in the school bathroom again. I’m a classy broad.
On a night where everything feels overwhelming, a moment of cosmic clarity feels like a message that says: Everything is going to be okay, everything is happening for a reason. Your light is still shining bright. Signed with a kiss.