Hos bare Wunderbar kan man vinne et emaljeskilt fra Ramsign.dk, og det hadde jo ikke vært å forakte. Ganske så flotte er de, og jeg må nok vurdere å få laget et navneskilt selv om jeg ikke skulle vinne, for det ser da bra ut på døren:
Og sist, men slett ikke mins, må jeg ta med at at Namaste på Kreativ impuls gir bort et knippe vintagestoffer som kan få enhver stoffavhengig til å hyperventilere. Vil ha:
Så da er det vel bare å krysse fingre og håpe på vinnerlykke.
So the bed is in the master bedroom, we’ve been sleeping in there since this weekend, in fact. We’ve also put up a couple of shelves on either side of the window, to hold some of my stuff (it’s mostly my stuff), and we’re considering what to do in front of the window where there is room for more storage – or something.
Along the wall at the foot of the bed we’d sort of hoped we could fit narrow bookshelves, but I’ve nixed the idea as it would then be impossible to walk along there and I’m tired of climbing over half the bed to get in.
So the plan just now is plenty of hooks and other things to hang things on. Practical, right? Well, practical can be combined with decorative, so I’m going to insist we put a little effort into finding attractive hooks. I’d like a nice variety over the length of the space, actually, preferably at different heights, too, to make it look a little interesting. Come to think of it, there will be room for pictures and other wall decorations over the hooks, too, we have a few things we need to find room for, so this is a good thing.
So far I’ve put one thing up, this hook that I purchased last year at a Christmas market:
Isn’t it just perfect? It’s designed by Lillian Tørlen, and I’ve found her designs – apropriately called Hanging About – on the web before. Doing a quick search now I see she’s moved to selling through Epla, “the Norwegian Etsy”, and her shop is also called Hanging About.
As you can see, it’s the perfect place to hang some of my small bags:
Making a mental note to try to make it to the Christmas market in question this year as well, I could always shop through Epla, but it’s more fun in person – if she’s there, that is.
Edited: It suddenly occurred to me to check the tag, and of course there is a Hanging About website: www.hanging-about.com. There’s even a list of shops that stock them, and there’s one in Trondheim, juhu.
Only days after my post on the Moomin-ware, and I’m back at the bloodbank. And, yes, they took my blood, and no, there were no Moomin mugs.
But there were Moomin spoons!
Yay!
What could be more perfect? What with the coffee mugs and the deep dishes being easy to get hold of, dessert spoons is just the thing I was missing to make my life perfect. Or something.
But wait. No, not quite perfect yet. You see, to see if there were also forks and such I went to find the webpage of the spoonmaker: Hackman. It’s here:
Seriously. And they work on induction, too, which means we practically NEED one. Of each. Yeah.
Back to the spoons, they don’t have the kind I got at the bloodbank pictured on the website. No matter. BEsides, I’m going back in just a month to try donating bloodplates, which you can apparently do quite frequently compared to “whole blood”. So hopefully I can get another spoon then.
The ones they have on the website, though? Preciousssss.
Si at du skulle begynne å jobbe på min arbeidsplass, som konsulent, bare for å ta en helt hypotetisk situasjon. Og si at du ikke har vært på “hilserunde”, eller at jeg kanskje ikke var der når du var på runden, slik at vi ikke har hilst på hverandre før. Si at vi havner ved samme bord i lunsjen (sannsynlig, vi er ikke så mange på avdelingen) og at samtalen rundt der jeg sitter kommer inn på å våkne av drømmer og ha følelsen fra drømmen hengende igjen. Og si – helt hypotetisk fortsatt – at jeg sier at jeg av og til våkner og er skikkelig sur på noen jeg har drømt om.
Helt hypotetisk altså.
Da foreslår jeg at du ikke velger å starte din deltagelse i samtalen – og ditt bekjentskap med meg – med å si at “Det er helt normalt at du våkner og er sur, du er jo dame.”
Hvis du gjør det kan jeg nemlig komme til å få et ganske dårlig førsteinntrykk av deg.
Mirjam Theresa of Æbleblomst posted pictures of her collection of Moomin-ware the other day and asked others to share. As it reminded me to put the dishes on the Christmas wishlist, I’m happy to oblige, though my collection is smaller and I don’t seem to have any she doesn’t. I do love them, though.
These have mostly been aquired through the simple means of donating blood, as it is customary here in Norway to get a “prize” for taking the trouble to donate and they’ve had the Moomin mugs as one of the choices for years. The last couple of times I’ve been they’ve been oddly lacking. A pity, though naturally that won’t stop me from donating.
These two are the only ones I’ve paid for (in money rather than blood…): The one on the right was a gift to the husband, so I guess that makes it his, the other is the special edition celebrating the Moomins’ 65th birthday.
What with all this Moomin focus, I suddenly remembered just what to look for at Outland today. I’d planned to stop by anyway, as they’d announced on Facebook that they were having a 3 for 2 sale on books and comics, but had no specific books in mind. And then suddenly I did. Luckily, they were not sold out, so I came home with these four:
According to the Outland webshop, there appears to be a fifth (or, rather, a fourth, as it is marked as volume four), which I guess will promptly go on the wishlist…
Well, it is, you know. At least if you chose the right design.
Since I’ve been home sick for the last couple of days, I needed to find something to keep my hands moderately busy while watching crap tv (all my brain could handle).
The only craft supplies I had any idea where were were the cross-stitch things.
Partly because I’ve had this design in mind for a while, but I haven’t had time to sit down and work out a pattern for it.
I’m not going to claim responsibility for the idea, though, more pithy phrases have been showing up in cross-stitch samplers for a few years.
And this specific phrase isn’t mine either, though I haven’t seen it in cross-stitch before.
I do, however, have it on a bumper sticker somewhere, purchased fåglarna knows where.
This was quite quick, once I got to it. Perhaps I should make a few for Christmas?
The inlaws came by last week to “see how far we’d gotten”. Well, I suppose the conclusion was “not far”. We’re ok with that, though, we plan on living in this flat “forever” and so we feel we have time to work out how to get it right, to find out what works and what doesn’t.
My mother-in-law would probably lose her mind in a very short time if she had to live in our flat the way it looks now, though. So would my mum, come to think of it. We’re ok with that, too. They don’t have to live there. We do, and we’re comfortable in stepping around and over boxes for days, weeks and months before figuring out where the contents go – or having the energy to put them there.
There are other things we don’t see eye to eye on, too. My mother-in-law thinks the brick walls (which we’ve discovered are actually tiles made to look like bricks) look nice. We said she could have them. My father-in-law expressed, the last time they visited, the opinion that we should try to keep the amount of bookcases in the living room to a minimum. Yeah, that’s going to happen.
At the start of the visit it became abundantly clear that the current seating arrangements in the living room, though fine when it’s just the three of us, is not really adequate for visitors. Well, I say “arrangements”, it’s more a “where the sofa and chair happened to be put down” situation. I commented on the fact that there was really no place for them to sit and that we’d have to think about a solution. My mother-in-law suggested that what we needed was a corner sofa. Or another sofa, I suggested, so we can make a corner. Well, yes, but she really thought a nice corner sofa would be best. Yes, but then what would I do with my beloved sofa, I wondered, as I want to keep it. Well, we could just shove it into one of the bedrooms, in her opinion. I explained that this was not happening, since we have plans for the bedrooms which do not involve a spare three seater.
I’m pretty sure she wasn’t convinced, but then she doesn’t have to be, I suppose.
This is my sofa. I love my sofa.
Cleverly styled with the husband's laptop open
I purchased it at a flea market in Oslo for 200 kr, and paid another 300 to have it delivered. It was worth it, I lived on the fourth floor, no lift. It is incredibly comfy, the material is obviously hard-wearing, it’s just long enough to sleep on, I think the shape is cool and I adore the colour. It’s also pretty much the perfect length for the husband and I to sit at either end and play footsie in the middle.
Lately, it’s been the husband’s seat more than mine, I’ve sat in the various chairs we’ve had after we moved to more than 32 square meters. But I still love it.
So now I’m surfing for new sofas, starting with finn.no. I guess we’ll be holding our eyes open at flea markets, too. And we’ll get one the husband likes, then he can have that and I can have mine “back”.
The main problem is getting one that fits the requirements: Comfy, at the right price and not butt-ugly. At best it would go with the other one, but that might be a bit too much to hope for. But I draw the line at butt-ugly. And since I think 90% of all sofas are butt-ugly and a fair few of the ones that aren’t are quite impossible to sit comfortably on, we might be searching for a while.
Slowly, ever so slowly, we are starting to get – well, I was going to say we’re starting to get the flat in order, but perhaps that is a bit premature… At least we’re starting to get an idea of how we want things to be. One of the things we sort of discussed yesterday is whether or not to put up bookshelves along this wall (once the paneling is off and the painting done):
I was the hesitant one, would you belive it, but only because I have this wild idea that it would be possible to seat a bucketload of people around a long table if we could utilise the space along there. The husband chimed in with a very reasonable “So you want to base the whole layout of the flat on the one occasion where we might want to seat 30 people?” And I had to conceed that he is quite right, it would be madness not to use this space for bookshelves.
However, since the majority of our books are less than 20 cm wide, I suggested that, as a sort of compomise, it would be best if we could get shelves that are only 20 cm deep – as opposed to the 30 cm that seem to be standard. This, however, is easier said than done. IKEA has one model with 24 cm deep shelves, but that doesn’t come with enough shelves so you end up with wasted space in the other direction. We could go down the custom built route, but how easy (or difficult) is that going to be?
Well, the godawful paneling has to go first, so we have some time to think about it…
