Uge 9

I am completely horrible at taking time writing here, so I hope that you guys can cope with me being a bit silent now and then. Many things have happened recently, and I need to focus my mind on one event at the time. Most importantly:

We are going travelling! To Madeira!

Therefore, there will once again be a week without me making any posts. However, I will be more active when we return.

The mood board for last week is here, and I am so inspired! 

Messy mummy hairdos, series on netflix – the cheesy one called Paradise that I finish in one go. Delicious foods, new jewellery; pearls and laboradites (which is my favourite crystal), and finally… March… March that has arrived, and it is still freezing here.

The wind is extremely chilly, and it snows occasionally. I have greeted spring welcome by placing blooming hyacinths in the windowsill. They send a delicious spicy and sweet scent all around the room. Now I anxiously wait for the warmth to win over the cold. It feels like winter has taken a firmer grip on march this year. Yet crocuses and other spring flowers still dare to bloom in our shared garden below the window.

parenting, PERSONAL


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I have always considered myself a boyish girl. Not a tomboy per se, but a girl who liked things that mostly attracted boys: camping outside, fighting, fishing, climbing trees and getting dirty. I too have played with dolls and had best friends who were girls, but I have never been able to enter the mysterious and enclosed world of females. It was as if I never felt welcome – or maybe because it never really appealed to me. There was just too much bantering and drama with girls. This meant that I was never among the popular girls in class, and my friends could be counted on only one hand. They were close to me, but very few. I have never been a part of a gang of girls, and I am sad to say that I have always felt left out, despite it being my own fault for not trying harder to get in.

Now, after becoming a mother, I was suddenly invited to play among girls. As if I suddenly became accepted by the mom mafia or some kind of secret society. Women started talking to me, being interested in me, wanting to meet and arrange playdates, wanting to help me out with my kid etc. etc. As if I passed a test of carrying a child. However, I am not sure that I like being a part of this club.

Women are mean – really mean. Especially to each other.

Even after having become mothers, it is still a game of who is the most popular, who is the prettiest and who has the most friends and expensive gadgets and clothes. They always look critically at each other and never hesitate to comment if something does not apply to their point of view. Not to mention – there is always a lot of drama involved. Sadly, mothers now mix their children into the game.

Why is it that women are so insecure that the only way to make them feel better is to make others feel worse? It is a world full of jealousy and competition. Everyone tries to be the best, whether it is in clothes, cooking, working or motherhood. It is unbearable.

I sit here and wonder if it has always been like this, and it saddens me to conclude that it probably has. We probably sat in caves and had the exact same issues with one another as we do now. Maybe some people might say that it provoked us to become better and to make our children be better… However, can’t it be done otherwise?

I know so many mothers who are doubting themselves, wondering whether or not they are good enough, because there are so many people who criticise them. Not only people they are obliged to trust such as nurses, doctors, social workers and the like… But also their friends, families and the mothers they compare themselves with at the social media.

Honestly you guys… Sometimes I wish I was a man!

Many hugs from EL ❤



Uge 8

It is with an injured hand that I type this post, but I have decided to make a mood board representing the ending week each Sunday. I am so excited about it, that I try to ignore the pain it causes using the keyboard.

I had a spear thrust into my hand. Don’t worry – it did not go through (as my concerned mother actually thought, and it nearly gave her a heart attack). I am practicing Viking re-enactment, including Viking fighting with steel weapons. I am a proud member of one of the best (and oldest) warrior groups called Ask. We have won several championships in western style fighting, so injuries are quite common in my daily life.

Well, enough about that. Let me shortly tell you about this mood board!

The entire week I have been dreaming away in a fairy tale filled with beautiful gowns, princesses and flowers. Many… many flowers. Maybe it is because spring is ahead, and I cannot wait to start wearing nothing but summer dresses again. However, despite it being the end of winter, Jack Frost does not seem to want to let go, and we have had several very cold days. The upcoming ones will be as well. The temperature will not even reach zero, and will linger between -3 and -5 degrees Celsius.

With beautiful skies in the morning and night, I listen to Coldplay while sipping coffee and dream away to distant places and mystical adventures. I have a weakness for Trollbeads that I religiously gather whenever something that affects my life happens.  For example, the death of my best friend had put a golden heart among the silver beads on my bracelet.

What is on your mood board for this week?

Many hugs from EL ❤



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Holy crap, people! I have never considered how much I would love the idea of an open kitchen, living and dining room. All in one place, where you can interact with one another while cooking. Guests can sit in the couch (which we by the way will get tomorrow – yay!) and chat with the host who is in the kitchen. It is so practical and cosy. Actually, cosy is the wrong word for it, because it is not quite as fitting as the Danish word:


It all happens in one room, and it is a wonderful idea. You do not have to feel separated from the party at the dining table while fixing something in the kitchen. At the same time, you can quickly call upon helpers from the living room.

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Our baby girl loves it as well, because she was quickly spot what each of us is doing. Whether it is when she is being fed and the other is preparing the rest of the food, or she is just playing in the living room before dinner.

Sadly, the open kitchen concept may become something we will look for when we will go on house hunts. And this means that we will be more critical and sort out the other pretty good houses. Well, heck – at least now we know what we are looking for – specifically!

Many hugs from EL ❤



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You guys… I don’t know if you share my enthusiasm for bath time, but it is my absolute favourite time of the day… Aside from breakfast, of course. I love taking showers, pamper myself and try out new sustainable products.

However, the places I have lived so far never seemed to fulfil my desire to stay for long at the bathroom, because it was either as small as a closet or rather disgusting from all the calcium that comes from the water in the city. Fortunately, our new place has the best bathroom so far. The shower cabinet is dark and large, and it feels like you stand in a cave while showering. When you pull the shower curtains close, the light becomes dim, and it automatically creates a cosy pamper-inviting atmosphere to my shower routine.

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Well, not that I actually have that many products to really call it a routine, since I am a person who firmly believes that;

less is more!

Yet it still feels like I am spoiling myself, whenever I step inside the shower cabinet.

And with this written… I cannot believe that I have spent a post writing about our new shower cabinet. How odd is that? Well, more fun stuff coming up – I promise!

Many hugs from EL



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I don’t know if you guys are living at a place that is similar to Denmark… But here we have not had any decent snow and cold winter days for years. I remember when I was a kid, it had been so cold one night, that the harbour had frozen, and me and my friend went out and walked on water. Dangerous, but possible. You could also walk out on ice from the beach. It was beautiful and almost surreal.

Then there were winters where it had snowed so much that our schools closed, busses stopped driving and I remember I had to walk home with snow that reached my knees. The snow piles at my mother’s place reached the roof, and it looked like she was living in an igloo. The only thing that was acceptable to do in this kind of weather was to stay inside and drink hot beverages.

This year (the same as the last couple of years) we have only had snow for a couple of days. And it had started melting the day after its arrival. I think it is very noticeable how much hotter the weather had become, and storms and rain have replaced icy cold days here in Denmark. I miss the milky white snow that can cover up not only the ground, but somehow also any noise around it. I miss the days where it is cold for weeks and weeks, and snow is just a part of the winter months. I do not think that I will see such days again. Sad, but true.

Now I have to do with rain, rain and more rain.

How are the winters where you live?

Many hugs from EL



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We had no idea what to call it because it is actually meant to be a bedroom. We have a walk-in closet in there, and it would have been perfect to have a bed there as well. However, we also have a room upstairs and since we needed a spot for my fiancé’s stationary computer, it was much easier to get an internet wire through the wall between the living room and the bedroom.

Therefore, the upstairs turned into a very minimalistic bedroom with just one large bed, a crib and a chair where we can sit and read stories for our little girl. The actual bedroom with the walk-in closet became what we call a “playroom”. And here you may sit and think:

Kinky! Fifty Shades of EL! Now we are talking! Hubba-hubba!

However, the playroom is meant to be more like an office (as adults may call it). It is where my fiancé can have his computer. Where he can sit in the evenings and play a game. But it is also where our kid can play during daytime. She has her own corner for her toys.

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We have currently focused on getting things inside the three old boxes along the wall, as well as up in the heights on top of them. Hoping to inspire her to get up on her feet so she can reach for her toys. She loves to play on her tummy and pull her toys out from the boxes. She is a very linguistic little being, and does not crawl yet, nor can she pull herself into a standing position on her own.

We are currently not worried, since she develops according to her age, but we do keep an eye on her still.

You may also notice the paintings in the distance… These are the ones we will hang over our couch, which we by the way have finally purchased tonight. It will arrive in 6 days. YAY!

So, here is a small insider look of our new apartment. Raw and unpolished. A big mess in the play corner, but that’s how it is supposed to be. It is real that way! I hope you enjoy it.

Many hugs from EL



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Everything is pretty much in order at our new place, except one single thing! A couch! We are in desperate need of one – a big one – where we all three can hang out without feeling it getting too crowded. And besides that, it needs to become a bed for the few times my mum comes to visit. She always stays overnight.

We are currently in a big dilemma. Shall we buy a new or a used one?

If we want to buy a new one, there is a dream couch on sale until tomorrow, so we have to act quickly. If it shall be a used one, there are none at the moment. And the few there are have minor damages. Oh, the decisions need a tag #firstworldproblems

Besides, we are running a race against time, because we want to hold a birthday party for our families, and we cannot do that before we have more places to sit. We have postponed that party for so long that it is getting embarrassing.

Now we just have an empty corner in the apartment where the internet box is. Oh dear, we have not reached a decision yet… And we have not even thought about how we shall get the couch home once buying it, since we don’t own a trailer #firstworldproblems

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What small issues are you dealing with today that makes your life real and imperfect?

Many hugs from EL ❤



Now and for always

There are two, because death has played a huge part of my mood the last few days. However, as I made the first mood board that represented how I felt when my friend passed away; fragile, strong, beautiful and almost ghostly, it slowly got overwritten by other moods inspired by her personality.

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Until her death, she was a happy girl who loved everything feminine, unique and beautiful. She loved art, plants and good music. She loved contrasts, gentle rose colours, sharp paint and everything that could provoke and inspire. She inspired me, and I sit here with more inspiration than ever. I want to create mood boards, I want to buy plants, I want to celebrate life, and I want to listen to all of the music she loved.

It feels like she is still here.

It is a healing process for me, and it boosts my creativity. All in her spirit.

Many hugs from EL ❤




I cannot declare myself healed from the news of my best friend passing away, because it takes time to fill that black void of space I feel in my heart. Yet as the sun shines down from a blue sky, and the air is crispy fresh, it drags me outside to inhale it deeply.

So down a bumpy forest path I walked…

With a stroller that held a sleeping girl, who would not sleep for long due to a current baby leap. I tried to enjoy the peace when I had it. I have always found joy when I was out in nature, even though the neatly trimmed forest I visited could barely be compared to actual nature. Nevertheless, the trees whispered to me, and I answered.


The straight dark patterns of their stems were appealing in my time of sorrow, and it felt strangely melancholic as I pushed the stroller up the hill towards the sun. My best friend loved aesthetics, life and nature. She loved the wonder of a green forest, the darkness of naked trees in the winter and the fragile ever-lasting beauty of flowers.


I dedicated this walk, and this beautiful sunny day to her.

Many hugs from EL ❤