Pink balloons, cake and singing and even a Monday seem happy

This morning – amazing Elin’s birthday turning the perfect age of 28. Tom and me snuck up early morning and decorated the flat, and ourselves, with various bits and pieces.

The birthday gnome. The birthday, pant, gnome. He make all your birthday wishes come true as long as it include pink balloons and party hats.

And quite ugly banners

And badges that you have to wear to work (she got out of wearing the hat though)

Breakfast in bed! Chocolate cake, chocolate balls and egg and kaviar sandwich. Breakfast for the best Elin in the world.

The birthday gnome can be sexy too. With a backdrop of pink. Very important.

Surviving a hang over

Saturday was a tired day after Fridays Raffeling. Oliver worked and i lay on the sofa like a stranded whale eating everything that came my way and moaning about how horrible I felt.

After a couple of hours I got forced to get up my from hay sack position and Oliver styled me (since the backless dress from the night before weren’t park material).

Today’s outfit/styled by Oliver Holms

Shirt: Over sized dinner shirt almost long enough to cover my ass
Belt: Olivers Burgundy (of course) cumber belt

I was also bra less. We solved that with bandage.

The family Holms doing photo stuff. I looked on and froze wishing i was on the sofa. Might even have moaned a bit more.

Back in the house we (as in the Holmses) made pancakes. Oliver trying to show off and not necessarily his pancakes skills. 

Miranda was a flipping wizard. I ate until I almost grew out if Oliver gigantic dinner shirt.

There is still juice in this old lady

Back to Raffles with Laxen and Fredrik on Friday. Realizing I hadn’t been to a nightclub in 3 month it was time. Nothing had changed. Neither had I as i came to realize.

Borrowed Elins very short backless dress. Border on slutty. Suits Raffles perfectly.

Me and Laxen owned. As we do. 

Laxen and his old school mate also owned. But not as much as i did. Goes without saying. 

Fredrik and Erika talked about the deep meaningful things in life. 

While i ended up smashing the mirror. I have no idea how it happened.As I said, nothing has really changed.

After the mirror debacle I went home to oliver, drunk and smelling of fags, and had him paying for my cab while I went in and ate all his food. He is one lucky man. 

Living is easy

Started watching Deadwood with Oliver last night. Rough men and whores speaking unintelligible killing each other every 5 minutes. A winner. What’s not to like in that set up? If nothing else it makes you appreciate that no one beats you or threaten to kill you on a regular basis. You should always be happy about the small things in life.

I also cooked ‘soppa på en spik’ in the form of salmon (Yes Elin, it’s finally gone) stew. Despite the old salmon and slightly green potatoes it turn out to be edible (at least none of us have thrown up yet) and we topped it up with toffee ice cream with crushed Twix on top. Filth!

Then bed and today 80’s style outfit to entice spring to show it’s face. It’s raining today.

Sun in my eyes and frost biting my cheeks

Another beautiful winter day. It was so cold in the flat last night I had to sleep in socks and full on softie outfit and kept waking up from my dreams of riding a camel. I wasn’t even close to do the morning walk to work.

It is wonderful out though. Wonderful in that ‘I cant stop myself from smiling and dreaming of cold winter kisses and snowflakes falling on eyelashes’. I’m listening to Pinto and drinking tea thinking that winter isn’t too bad. Its dark and cold but it’s also when you have time to close your eyes and think. Being without having to be someone all the time.

I have this song in my ears  Pinto – Iron And Rust – Feat. Anna Järvinen