I’m simply too tired to reach a level of making any sense by now. I have been up and running since 6 am and now it’s 2:17 am. That’s a long day for me. Especially taking into consideration that I have been wearing high heels and French lace all day. But yes, it was a lot of fun too. Spending the day from early, early morning till the wee hours getting in and out of the most luxurious, French lingerie I have seen in a long, long time and playing
They say that ‘Today is the first day of the rest of your life’. That: ‘Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present’ All beautiful sayings. However, hands down; I cannot say that every day feels like a present to me. Some days should be flushed out in the toilet, banned out of my ICal and forgotten about instantly. You know, the days where you wake up bloated, looking like shit, feeling like shit and nothing works your way no matter
For my part, many Easters are spent in the precious company of my family. We all usually get together and stay in one or two of our Summer cottages in the Northern part of Denmark called Rågelege next to my grand father’s house where we catch up, eat, drink, take long walks along the Ocean front, dance, cry, laugh, discuss, shout and spend time together. All of it – good as well as bad – is something I miss dearly having chosen to live so far away from the neck
It’s more or less official! I’m going nuts. Between travels and work there has been more work and tonnnnnns of paper work. Yes, I’m one of the losers that did not go to Coachella and yes I’m bummed about it. But this little shit show here has pretty much been tied down to her little desk and or the floor sorting out her ‘situation’. I cannot go into details about it just yet, but hopefully soon. Luckily there has been some breaks in between where Thomas (who came to the
I’m just re-watching the movie ‘Vicky, Christina, Barcelona’ for the ‘Umph-teenth’ time and I’m falling in love with Penelope Cruz all over again. So much passion, so much woman, so much hysteria, so much truth, honesty, drama, pilgrimage, revolution, innocence, despair, tragedy and insanity…. I don’t know where to begin. All I can say at this point is that I’m digging out all my mother’s old egg shell, bohême summer dresses right now, dropping the comb, giving my male hats more love, not taking bullshit from anyone and being proud