Sara's Afternoon Tea Party

En av mina käraste vänner Sara bjöd på te-party när hon fyllde år förra veckan. En solig sommareftermiddag åt vi scones och mumsade på den godaste muffinsen jag ätit på åratal (ja, jag tog en) och med blommor och blad, firade vi hennes dag. Stort grattis min kära systervän och jag önskar dig all kärlek och lycka i världen! ♥






On one of my dearest friends Sara invited family & friends for an afternoon tea party last week to celebrate her birthday. It was a bright sunny summer's day and we had delightful scones and muffins to die for (yes I had one) and celebrated her day. Congratulations again my dearest sister-friend and I wish you all the love and happiness in the world! ♥

Saftglas

Jag fick ett presentkort på Lagerhaus av min fina vän fröken J. Det var ju ett tag sedan jag fyllde år men tills förra veckan gick jag och sparade på det, planerade och ville vara säker på att det jag köpte skulle vara något jag faktiskt skulle tycka om.

Så såg jag dem, saftglasen med 50-talsmönster, så söta och ack så mina! Två stycken köpte jag och än en gång ruvade jag lite på dem ett par dagar innan jag packade upp dem. Men så går jag och tappar det ena i golvet, med silkespappret fortfarande på och det går såklart sönder.. utan att ens fått se dagsljus eller bli uppfyllt av jordgubbssaft. Så går det när man ruvar på saker för länge, ett tu tre har de glidit ur händerna på en och kommer aldrig åter igen. Som en duktig konsument bär det imorgon av tillbaka till Lagerhaus för en ersättare.


The one that survived.

My dear friend miss J gave me a gift certificate to Lagerhaus for my birthday. It's been almost two months since but up until last week I was sitting on it, saving it, planning, making sure that whatever I got, it would be something I'd really like.

And then I saw them, the lemonade glasses with the 50's print on.. oh so pretty and oh so mine! I bought two of them and once again I was savouring them and waited a couple of days before unpacking them. Just as I'm unwrapping them, I drop one on the floor and naturally it breaks. Still wrapped in the silk paper, it never got to see the light of day or serve cool lemonade. And that kids, is what happens when you wait too long for something, it slips through your fingers and is gone forever. You'll find me at Lagerhaus tomorrow being a good little consumerist and getting a replacement.

Miss P's birthday!

I lördags firade vi fröken P's 30-årsdag. En hejdundrande fest med underbara värdinnor/värdar och underbara gäster! Vi åt, drack, skrattade massor, grät en liten skvätt och dansade till sent in på natten. Gratulerar än en gång min vän, jag hoppas nästa 30 blir ännu finare!





We celebrated miss P's 30th birthday this saturday. It was a great party with wonderful hostesses/hosts and wonderful guests! We ate, drank, laughed a lot, cried a little and danced the night away. Congratulations again my friend, I wish your next 30 to be even better!

I ♥ My Grandma!

My grandma turned 89 on the 23rd this month. 89 years. She's been through a world war, communism, raising a family and she's still going strong.

2007 Grandma Elizabet.

My grandparents stayed behind in Hungary when my parents decided to try their luck here in Sweden. We had spent the first four years of my life all living together in a small apartment in Hungary so naturally I grew very close to my grandparents, especially my grandmother. To make parenting easier and because we all missed eachother so much, my grandparents used to come and stay with us for a couple of months a year.

We always had routine, grandma and I. Nobody was allowed to tuck me in before bed but her. And nobody could tell the stories about the adopted piglet "Raisin" and his shenanigans as good as her. Before grandma started telling a story she'd always let me choose if Raisin was going to be good or bad. Depending on my choice, she'd make up a story that always included a sensmoral. How I loved her stories. And she always made sure I understood what it was that Raisin had done that was either good or bad.

My father tried to make her stop telling the stories once but that just made it impossible for them to put me to bed. My mother told me years later that the reason for that was because when my grandparents had gone back to Hungary, I always ended up rejecting his versions of the Raisin stories and he just couldn't live up to grandma's storytelling skills.

1978 Grandma Elizabet and I.

I'm too old for bedtime stories these days, but I'm pretty sure my sense of right and wrong was developed during those evenings with my grandma, and for that I will always love her.