Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Thursday, November 19, 2015
- Don't sweat it. You'll never be able to remember the problem that feels like the biggest thing ever a year or two (or even a day or two) from now. Also, there are very few mistakes in life that cannot be corrected.
- Pee early, pee often. I have to credit Andy for putting these wise words to my already strong feelings.
- If a dress fits like it's made for you, you simply must buy it.
- Buy something from kids (door-to-door or lemonade stands or what have you) whenever possible. This is also my mom's policy and it's a good one. I guarantee all involved will walk away happier.
- Smell lilacs whenever you pass them. Every. single. time.
- Never say no to bubbly. Unless you're driving, of course.
- Write thank you notes. Nobody ever minded appreciation.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Thursday, November 12, 2015
I read an article about skinny jeans last week. Apparently the style has been popular longer than any other denim cut ever - over ten years - and it's no good for the fashion industry. They need to be replacing our clothes often in order to prosper, but no new style has been appealing enough to attract us away from the skinny. The next day I felt the need to wear my only non-skinny jeans to see if they have any game. Let's be real, they're pretty slim, but the ankles still felt so wide I felt it necessary to roll them up. I'm no trendsetter, so this is the widest I'm going until I get official word from these fashionable Europeans that skinnies are no longer dominating.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
I don't usually do posts like this, but a fellow choir nerd/theater dork from college has started a company and I thought the products were so cute that I wanted to mention it in case you agree! Her name is Liz and on top of being a very talented performer, she's a sweetheart and makes adorable dinnerware over at Sucrose Sucrose. Check it out and support her Kickstarter if you want.
Please excuse the poorly-lit picture, but I had to get proof of this Montana State University sticker that happened to be on a car next to which I parked. I couldn't believe my eyes! I drove out to the medieval church where my choir has its spring concert to listen to another choir perform an All Saints' Day baroque concert, which was magical, by the way. I saw the sticker while I was pulling out of the parking lot afterwords, pulled back into my spot, then waited like a stalker until the owners of the car came out. Because, you see, it's not every day that you see a sticker from the college that is located in a town you grew up in on the other side of the world. Not only did I grow up near the college, but many of my classmates and every person in my family have gone to MSU except me, unless you count that week at cheerleading camp or all of those hours I spent in the dorms flirting with my brother's friends, trying to get my MRS. I was hoping an actual Montanan would come out of the church and welcome me into their lives with a warm, American hug, but got a Swede whose daughter had studied at MSU for a semester and didn't seem to want to be best friends at all instead. Nevertheless, she and I had a nice chat and she was, I have to admit, almost as excited by the coincidence as I was, making me glad that I did that little bit of stalking that night.
Monday, November 9, 2015
Kristina från Duvemåla, a very timely bit of entertainment about Swedes emigrating to American in the nineteenth century. It was wonderful. We booked the tickets back in January and I have to say, it was definitely worth the wait. We ate a leisurely breakfast at the hotel on Sunday morning and then we were finally reunited with our Jambo, in a great mood after being spoiled at Molsta all weekend.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Misa Criolla, a very cool South American mass. I came home a bit frustrated and The Swede said the perfect thing, as usual: "Mara, it's just like you always say to Jamie. It'll be fine, you just need to practice." So I sat down with the music, a nice, slow recording on YouTube, a set of headphones, and a pen and got down to business. Yesterday's rehearsal went a million times better because of it and by Sunday, with a little more practice, I should be ready to perform something I can hold my head up over.
Sunday, November 1, 2015
As of yesterday afternoon, Swedish football season is over, which means that we get The Swede back on the weekends, at least until the lakes freeze over and ice-fishing season begins. We celebrated by checking out a monster truck that The Swede knew would be parked outside a local home-improvement warehouse and feeding ducks. They were simple adventures, but Jamie had a blast and, truth be told, so did I. It's the little things.