Wishes • August

Ok, hands up – who doesn't treat themselves to some shopping when they feel miserable? I know I do and I know it's not a very constructive way of dealing with pain or sadness. But sometimes you just don't care, I know it sounds harsh but it's the truth. Sometimes you don't care about being poor for the rest of the month, for the fact that you already have everything you need or for the fact that the shit you're buying probably is produced under the worst conditions and maintains our capitalistic society. Or you do care, but you do it anyway. Does that make us bad people? All those questions you ask yourself on a Tuesday night.

Claw necklaces, Ivy Nixon | Pink sweater, Tumblr find | Green sweat set, Zara | Red boots, Vagabond | Black and white vase, Monki | Red mini shoulder bag, Whistles | Reading glasses, Wos

Playlist • July 2016

A bit late this month as well, but here it is – the July playlist, 100% summer vibes. Enjoy!

You find all my previous playlists here.

Wedding • Inspiration #2

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Acid

I hope you had a better weekend then mine. Parts of it were great, but most of the time I had the worst stomach cramps and heartburn. I get this thing where my stomach produce to much acid if I'm stressed – or if my body is stressed. Sometimes those two doesn't seem to relate to each another.

Anyway, Peter's best friend and his girlfriend were visiting from Sweden which was really fkn bad timing. They wanted to enjoy the weather and have maximum fun in the few days they were here and I couldn't even enjoy going out for dinner. And you know when you end up feeling bad, like it's your fault that you're sick. All you want to do is to be able to take care of your guests but you can't and you feel like shit. 

The picture above is from Thursday night on my way to meet them, before I knew what was ahead of me. Wearing my old sunnies from Monki.

Men not allowed beyond this point

Today started off with menstrual cramps from absolute hell. I dragged myself around the flat in my leopard sweatpants for a while, feeling so very sorry for myself. Then I got my shit together and took the overground to Hampstead Heath and ladies pond, aka heaven on earth. 

If you happen to be a woman and you're in London on a sunny day – go there. It was truly an amazing experience. Me and my friend Sannah swam for a good 15 minutes (with baby ducks!), before we had a topless picnic and talked about life and 100 things to do before you die, for hours. Excellent Sunday.

When we got our rings

Yesterday me and P were off work, fair enough since we're both working today. We woke up pretty hangover after The Strongrooms annual free bar event in Shoreditch the day before, but decided to go to pick up some clothes at my job. I got this almost fluorescent dress in a 60's fabric, probably sewn later then that though cause the stitching looks newer.

I also got this crazy race team t-shirt and (not pictured) a pair of Victoria Secret leopard printed sweatpants, a striped denim maxi dress, a pair of Wrangler's stonewashed mum jeans and an oversize sweater with "DARE" written all over the chest. I've decided to stop buying new things which in a weird way got me super inspired when it comes to shopping. Second hand is so much fun. 

After our little shopping spree we walked down to Ivy's for sandwiches and coffee and Sanpellegrino blood orange.

After lunch we took the bus down to Haggerston and Charlotte Day at Ivy Nixon to get our rings that finally was ready for pickup! I truly recommend her for any jewellery, especially bespoke. 

Look at this ring perfection! We wanted something minimal and modern and I think she captured that pretty spot on. They're identical in everything except size which apparently is pretty unusual.

Then we walked home by the canal. Someone's been putting these massive but truly great posters up around Hackney lately, making ordinary walls unexpectedly beautiful.

Love this.

Then we walked through London Fields where the poppies were in bloom.

And passed Hackney Town Hall where there was confetti on the ground from a previous wedding.

House goals

Lately my dream of leaving the London city life to buy a house in the Swedish countryside has grown even stronger and I spend way too much time looking at houses for sale online. Like this dream for just over £100.000.

Or this awry one with an old farmers shop on ground floor.

Or, last but not least, this cutie with a bit of windswept horror movie charm. Also for £100.00.

A house like one of these and a dog and what else could you wish for?