In the middle of an otherwise uneventful family dinner around the kitchen table, a ton of hail rained down out of a clear blue sky. Within seconds the hail became much bigger, came down harder, and grey clouds, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, covered the heavens. Obviously we were forced to go outside to get the whole experience as this doesn't happen around here often. Maybe once a year, I'd say. In our excitement, nobody stopped to consider that hail hurts, son.
Ohmygosh, you guys, I found the best blouse. It's this long, silky, slouchy button-down that was so cheap I got another one in light pink a few weeks later. It is absolutely the only top I wear to the office that's comfortable enough for the weekend. And my weekend style is very relaxed so I require extreme comfort.
Since I'm liking the slouchy button-down these days, and because I've been obsessed with florals on a black background since Emily from Cupcakes & Cashmere wallpapered her powder room in this gorgeous print (I have to be satisfied with using it as the wallpaper on my phone) I had to snatch up this blouse from H&M when all I was supposed to be doing was snatching up socks for Jambo. Whatever, I have no regrets. It's one of my favorites.
So I've had these grey jeans for a long, long time and wasn't wearing them much because they felt just a little bit too long and I didn't have the energy or equipment to hem them properly. Then, a few weeks ago, I started noticing that jeans with raw hems seem to be making a comeback. So I chopped these to ankle length, frayed them a bit with some tweezers and voila, new pants!
Now that the weather is warming up, it's exposed ankles as often as possible up in this gym. One step closer to skirts and dresses! At any rate, I'm very pleased to be wearing short pants and sleeves and pretending it's business casual as long as I have heels on. (Incidentally, if you've been around for awhile, maybe you've also noticed that these twelve-dollar leopard pumps I've worn almost every day for nearly two years are pretty much the best footwear investment ever.)
My secret is out and I'm not the only one who thinks the gym is strictly for full-length selfies.
As last year, The Swede and Jamie headed down to Molsta on the Thursday before Easter while I stayed home so that I could sing at the Good Friday service the next morning and then join them at the cabin later that day. And, as usual, there were more choir members than congregants, but that never bothers me as I'm happy to sing in our gorgeous local church whenever I get the chance. I can't get enough of that place.
The Segerstens arrived at the cabin a few hours after I did on Friday afternoon and the typical liveliness ensued immediately. There were bubbles outside...
...and board games inside...
...and lots of togetherness. We ate plenty of meatballs and eggs and, despite Sarianne's newspaper article, a ridiculous amount of candy. I also made some headway on a thick, wonderful book since the cousins were entertaining each other for the most part. We talked about upcoming plans for spring and summer, relaxed, and enjoyed each others' company and especially the fact that we were all in the midst of a glorious four-day weekend.
Sarianne was featured in a full-page article in a national newspaper this morning, with the headline "This Year The Kids Don't Get Any Candy In Their Easter Eggs". Setting aside the obvious thrill and pride of one's sister-in-law being that famous, I have to wonder, since the Segerstens are celebrating Easter with us, does that means I don't get any candy either? I mean, now that all of Sweden knows, we can't really go back on it, right? Or? The next three days will be dedicated to finding the loophole.
The future is here, people! Or, actually, the future has probably been here for awhile and I'm just now finding out about it. Regardless, I was super pumped today when my colleague and I walked into a fast food restaurant to get lunch and I ordered and payed from a touch-screen booth. It. Was. The coolest.
It was totally spring... until it was actually spring. The weather here had been gorgeous for the past couple of weeks. We'd been spending more time outside riding bikes, cleaning up the yard, and kicking balls around. Everybody was saying it: spring is here, you guys! I had let out my annual sigh of relief when I realized that we'd made it through another winter. And then, on the first day of spring, it snowed, kind of a lot, and it stuck. And despite the glorious sunshine all day on Saturday, it's still in my front yard making my shoulders feel a little bit heavy and forcing me to suck in that breath I had just dared to let out.
Sooooooo, have I mentioned my sister-in-law is awesome? On Monday she emailed me and asked if I was interested in semi-permanent mascara, which, duh, who isn't, amiright? I was like, "Duh, who isn't?" And she was all, "Sweet, 'cause I totally won 'em on some blog contest and I can't make it up to Stockholm to get 'em so they're yours if you wanna pretend to be me." I'm paraphrasing. Pretending to be Sarianne is something I do quite often anyway so I may as well get something out of it besides more effective parenting and the appearance of infinite poise. They didn't even question my Sarianneness when I walked into the place, so very poised was I and I lay there, relaxing, getting semi-permanent mascara painted onto my each and every lash while they played the most dreamy version of the Godfather theme you could imagine. Now I don't have to apply mascara for four to six weeks, which I hope I don't love otherwise Sarianne will have to win a contest a month to fund the obsession.
Another Melodifestivalen down! This one was a little different than usual because Anne and Matt weren't able to come from London, but Jody joined us anyhow and Jambo also got in the the fun at the live show. Every year I'm blown away by how much fun the show is. Jamie really enjoyed it too, despite the neutral look he's sporting below. The annual viewing of the actual final on Saturday night was held at Mama and Papa Swede's per the usual and was a lot of fun, thanks, in large part, to the fact that Mama Swede's favorite song won. It was a lot of action and a couple of late nights for this crew and Jamie is home with a cold, but that's the price you pay for the schlager lifestyle.