No need to play the old “Desert Island” -game anymore, now is there? We are living it now, dear people. Too late to make lists about people you’d pick to accompany your hypothetic séjour at a remote island. Look around you. Sorry. That’s what you’re stuck with until at least about June.*
Continue reading “Top 5 Comfort Reads”
On the first day of de facto lockdown it is difficult to choose a topic to write about without coming across absolutely tone deaf. But I want to leave any advise and public information to the authorities and experts (more of which below) – please consult the experts – and try to keep the blog’s focus somewhere else.
Continue reading “When There’s Time to Scrub”
The skin on my hands is starting to resemble filo, or phyllo, pastry because of all the washing. Apart from anxiously reading the updates there seems to be little else to do to pass the time. Except possibly moisturising. Current favourites on an extremely heavy rotation:
Continue reading “Wash, Rinse, Repeat”
Technically it should still be winter, not yet spring, but things have warmed up to the extent that even at Nordic altitudes experts have declared that winter is no more – it is from nominal autumn to nominal spring and nothing in between these days. So sad.
Continue reading “Spring Things That Caught My Eye”
– How do you know Valentine’s Day is around the corner?
– Everybody is selling things that either smell, or indeed are intended to go inside one’s vagina.
Honestly. Every website, because season. Gwyneth’s vagina candle is old news, because we are now supposed to want to scent our surroundings with incense that smells of Erykah Badu’s birth canal.
I saw a blue sky this weekend. That should be topic enough to blog about, given that I rarely venture out of my casket, but here we are: the sun was out. What truly sparked joy and triggered a frantic hunt for shorts and bikinis quarter of a century ago (I’m only joking, it never did, even back then) is now merely an additional cause of anxiety: how to deal with the sun without adding to the wrinkles of last summer.
Continue reading “Blink and You’ll Miss It: January Sunshine”
