Saturday, January 31, 2015

Upstairs

There was a sliver of sun coming through the windows last weekend, so I jumped at the chance to shoot some photos of our bedroom area, which I redid the weekend before last.






Sunday, January 18, 2015

Hunting for blue skies. Literally, but also kinda metaphorically speaking.

Perhaps it's about time that I acknowledge that I've developed into a bi-monthly blogger, and skip the 'tis the reason I haven't blogged opener, which, honestly, I don't even bother reading at this point.

So, January. Were you always this dark and depressing? Did you always leave me feeling like a 5-day-old, unrefrigerated pizza slice? Did you always make me walk around wishing for a winning lottery ticket yet not grace me the willpower to actually buy a lottery ticket so I'd actually have a chance of winning?

In all honesty, there have been days (or was it only a couple of hours, in fact?), when the sun came out in all its glory and the sky lit up in the most perfect of blues. That's when I ran for my camera and started shooting stuff frantically, exaggeratedly angling my camera this way and that like a fashion photographer in a made-for-tv movie.

Anyway, belated merry Christmas and happy new year people. Let's hope for a nice and exciting 2015 :)






Isn't this photo great? Johan and I received it as a Christmas gift from his mom's beau. It's from the 90s and it's from Rome, and I love it to bits! (Whenever I look at it, I also think to myself: Wow, that guy must have such a great personality, because that wife is kind of a catch).

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Oi!

So, November flew in with all its winter darkness and not once did I sit down to blog. I did think about it, and even occasionally swung by to check if someone else might have gone ahead and blogged for me, but nope. So here I am, back with quince, mostly because they're so pretty and also smell pretty divine. (Not that I would ever buy a scented candle, but if I were the kind of lady who bought scented candles, I would totally buy quince instead, because it is so delightfully fragrant.


And here's another pretty photo sitting on my memory card. I baked. So there!

These pretty flowers looked so mesmerizing under our halogen spots. (Yes, we still have halogen spots. And yes, I know this is not 1992 ;) (Which reminds me, there are some people at work who always crack the joke "The 90s called and they want  their -- insert 90s object/style/trend of choice --back". I'm usually tempted to counter-crack "Hey, 2005 called, and they want their joke back", but then again they're such nice people, so there's really no reason to get snappy.


I bought a new couch! It was 500 DKK - which is less than a $100 - and not to brag or anything, but it's a super fancy B and B Italia couch. So, I think I made a bit of a scoop there. (SUPER FUN FACT: I bought it off the Danish equivalent of craigslist and guess what? It's like the ad lords can detect from my internet behavior that I'm living on my own, cause they're shoving all these banner ads for dating sites into my face! I can sort of see how my shopping around for furniture makes me look like some kind of recent divorcée, but at the same time it makes me feel so unwanted and lonely. So sometimes I scream back at the computer: " I DO have a boyfriend! In Africa! So there!


What else? Yes, I got out my Christmas decor yesterday. I never got around to actually decorating with it, because for some reason I always find it so difficult to 'integrate' Christmas decor in a tasteful manner. But anyway, happy december 1st! :)

And in final news, I wrote a debate piece for Danish newspaper Politiken! I suspect you might have to be a Danish, liberal arts grad to find it interesting, but just in case, here it is.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Spice Island. Day 4 and 5.


By our 4th day in Zanzibar, we moved into a 4th hotel. We totally would have stayed in the one we were in, but seeing they were fully booked, we used it as a good excuse to upgrade once more and find ourselves a place with a pool (the latter prompted a by a nasty jellyfish sting, from a Portugese man o' war, to be specific, which, although quite stunning, is a real bitch that leaves these whiplash marks across your bod - or in my case, thighs. And you know what? One week later, those whiplash marks are like, growing? Or expanding or whatever? Apparently, they can do that for weeks after!)

Sorry went off a tangent there. Anyway, so off we went to our new hotel, where we got our own pretty, little cabin:

And a nice deck for lounging:
And a pretty fantastic beach:

PLUS they had complimentary sun hats, which made Johan really happy. Look at that guy - he really does make one fine-looking tourist:
He also jumps when you tell him to:
We set out for this place - The Rock, it's called. It looks kind of dingy from the outside, but inside awaits a surprisingly fine-looking restaurant, which is sadly also THE WORST TOURIST TRAP I have ever come across. Their starters were $17! And the staff super rude! So all in all I would absolutely encourage you to invest your tourist-$$$ at a more deserving place.
Angry and disillusioned, we walked back to our hotel...

...and cooled off in the pool. (Figuratively speaking, because the water was really hot).
And while there, Johan pulled his most interesting face yet:

And that was pretty much the last photo-worthy highlight from our trip to Zanzibar :)

Monday, October 20, 2014

The Spice Island. Day 2 and 3 and 1/4 of the 4th.


When booking our hotel for the rest of our trip in Zanzibar, Johan and I decided that we didn't want to stay in a fancy, overpriced resort and settled for some kind of bungalow situation for $60 a night.

Turns out this was not a wise decision. For one, they had 7 different kinds of bathroom tile, which I found really upsetting ;) Secondly, the room was just really dark and ascetic, so when we went out for lunch at a nicer hotel a bit further up the beach, we thought hey fuck it, we're only in Zanzibar once. Then we promptly went back, packed our bags and moved in there instead.

Anyway, as you know I'm a sucker for chronology, so why don't we go back and start where we left off: The beginning of day two.

Here's Johan. In our first hotel, I'd say 30 minutes before getting a sunburn on that fine chest of his. And also approximately 30 minutes after finding out that he had lost his iPhone in the cab that took us to Jambiani Beach. We tried luring back the driver by offering a large finder's fee, but that plan didn't pan out at all.

 Here he is from another angle, mostly because I really like that photo too.

The difference between high tide and low tide at the east coast of Zanzibar is kind of mind-blowing. This is high tide. Or approaching high tide, at least:



Here's me at low tide:


And here's a puppy we met when we were out for a walk during said low-tide. It was so adorbs I wanted to tuck it into my bathing suit and smuggle it back home! Unfortunately it wore a collar, so I decided against it. But seriously, look at 'em big paws. Squeee!


And look at it biting into our beach basket! (For some reason, dogs always give Johan way more attention than they give me, which I think is unfair considering the fact that I love them so much more than he does. In fact, I think this might be THE thing I like the least about Johan. That dogs like him better, I mean.)


Anyway, that's about when we sat down for lunch at that nicer hotel, I mentioned. See, isn't that nice:


And then we moved in here:

And got to enjoy this view from our balcony:


Here's me not getting a tan (sunbathing in my grandma's old kimono, in case you're wondering):

And here's Johan looking kind of sweet and handsome:


It was a wise decision to move here, because see how happy it instantly made us:


And srlsly, how can you not with this view?! Loved this view. Generally, I love views that are framed by something.