Sweden outdoors

There's nothing more interesting than the details of life.

The cemetery of Katarina church, Stockholm.

A field, horses and a sky filled with clouds.
Somewhere between Stockholm and Karlstad.

Some are just late bloomers.

Kitchen inspiration

Looking around for this, that and nothing, I stumbled across this lovely kitchen. I love dark kitchens.
Imagine a quiet Sunday morning, me baking lots of stuff :)

Fall fashion - a little wishlist

Sometimes it's so nice with a bit of eyecandy!
I must say I love Stylefeeder.
I can always find everything I dream of, and put it on my personal list to go back to the little gems whenever I desire :)

Firemen unlock my frontdoor and leave - while I sleep

How was your morning? Good?
I wish I could say the same.
I woke up when I heard a man call out 'hello?' INSIDE the apartment. Then he closed the door. I didn't know if he was still in here or not, and listened for sounds, but instead I heard a firealarm. Yes, that must have been a fireman, I thought.
I get out of bed, look out the window and see all the neighbors gathered about 100 meters away. Now the panic start. I open the door to find nothing but the smell of a fire. I panic. Yeah, not the beautiful movie-panic, but the real thing. As if I'll die if I'm not out really fast.
I get the laptop, my VISA-card and not much more (I hope this doesn't reflect my personality too much).
Most of my panic comes from being left behind in a building that's burning down. They think nobody's left inside. They didn't see me.

So I pack up really fast, get dressed, and then run downstairs (can't take the elevator when there's a fire). I come outside in a hurry, to find a group of policemen and firemen, surprised to see someone still inside. So I come out with my handbag and the computer-bag. They seem too relaxed (since I must have been close to burning up, or something).
I walk up to them, and ask what's going on.
A policeman smiles at me, says someone burned the breakfast.
I must have looked surprised.
He goes on to tell me that everything is taken care of, and I can go wherever I need to be. I tell him that I was sleeping, not on my way at all, just that I thought I was gonna go up in flames if I didn't get out.
My heart was beating, I had hurried down not to die, I was puzzled and confused.
And they treated me like I was overreacting.

I am confused. I thought firemen actually SEARCHED for people when they go from apartment to apartment. Do they expect people to stand by the door, ready to be saved?
Guess it's like life in general: You gotta save yourself - nobody else will.
Not even firemen.

I am very upset.
This is not acceptable.
Firemen who take the privilege to open your front door with a key and then call 'hello', should have a responsibility to look in the BED to see if someone is there. They didn't even wait for me to answer. The only thing they accomplished was to make me think that I was left behind to die. Honestly, I have never had that much fear for my life (without a physical person putting the fear in me). And the police and firemen were so nonchalant. How the hell was I supposed to know someone burned their breakfast?? To me, the house was going down. I didn't think firemen had the right to unlock your door (and leave - thinking nobody is in there - the door still unlocked) for the sake of someones burned eggs or something.
When I commented on that, the police just said I could go back up to my apartment.

So, woke up thinking I was gonna be trapped by flames, turned out it was just a fireman who came to say hello. The fire alarm, the evacuation of everybody else but me... Now I know what will happen if there really is a big fire - they will leave one to die.
To add to this, I have to tell you that my apartment is 19 square meters. Very easy to search.

So sleep with one eye open, don't expect firemen to rescue you if you are sleeping. At least not if you live close to Katarina Firehouse in Stockholm.

Greatest Hits - already?(What is the musical legacy of the music-scene of today?)

Time rushes by terribly fast, doesn't it?
On TV I see my favorite music videos go by the name 'Greatest Hits'. What happened? Has it really been that many years, or is someone playing a trick on me? How old am I? 47? Not quite there yet, but they make me feel like a relic by calling the good old nineties 'Greatest Hits' - as if it's been 30 years.

And judging by the way I don't think much of the music of today, I guess I am older. No longer 16, no longer that easily impressed by songs about what everybody else sings about too.
Some songs are still loved by me (and others?), but some songs surprise me, that I ever liked. But I dodged a few bullets :) Like boy bands, girl bands, hip hop and so on.
But looking at these oldies from the nineties, I must say they were better. Bigger variety, larger number of music styles got good air-time. You didn't have to be thin and beautiful. Follow a style so tightly or be politically correct all the time. More one hit wonders, less factory made ready packages of 'this will work'-bands. Off course there were lot of shit, just like now, but at least it was THEIR shit, something the bands could stand behind. These days it seems to be too much influence from the record labels. That's just wrong! Sell outs, sure, but if you want to be on a major label, you have too. If you want to be able to make music for a living - and live well - you have too. There is no eye for artistical freedom or appreciation for the effort behind musical career. If artists hit the peak of their career at 23, what is left to work toward?
Teenagers know not what they will miss.
What is the musical legacy of the scene of today? Bling bling and booty? It's all about marketing everything but the music (since it sucks).
Middle class kids who've been served opinions all their life - they need true rebellion. True thoughts. Artists are great mind-openers. They give us new angles to issues of the day, give us a chance to stop and reflect.
There used to be many layers in music. I miss that. Give me layers, and I give you hope.

Preparations

I have a jobinterview today, this afternoon to be exact.
I hope it goes well, cause I would love that job. Will tell you more in a later post.

The sun is out, not a single cloud in the sky - bet it's cold as hell!

I sit here with a cup of tea, my thoughts and plan for the day ahead of me. Not much planned so far, but the job interview kind of makes it hard to plan anything at all, cause I don't know how long it will take. And I'm still a bit tired, to be honest.

To go to a café for a job interview feels a bit strange. A café is a place I feel very comfortable, very at ease. A job interview is not. Dangerous combination.

Craft-shop with things I designed

I feel like designing things. Clothes, furniture, art, buildings, tools and books. I have so much, that I just need to get out of me. But the problem is, off course, money. Isn't it always?
I would love to have a small shop where I could sell my things. Have a little craft-shop in the back where I could be creative and get an outlet for all ideas I have. I need to dust off some ideas and make room for more. But to have a small store would be something to work towards. *mind off in a thought-bubble*

Will see what to do about this.
Expect sensational updates.

Cold nights

Autumn is my personal favorite of the seasons, but unfortunately it comes with cold winds and a promise of snow before long. But I can bare it. The beauty of autumn is all I need, to accept that we have not yet seen the worst this year have to bring (even thou February is the officially coldest month of the year, so I guess I have seen the worst).
On Thursday I will be on a job interview. My second in a week. Very different workplaces. Guess I'll have more to tell in a few days.

My sister just told me the cutest of news the other day: she and Martina are getting a kitten! Will promise to make a model out of that sweet little thing and post pics in the future.