Since that can’t happen today, I’ll leave you with this video from the EF series that makes me want to go to Paris right NOW:
This is what the sleepy little town of Flateyri looks like these days. The seasons are turning. It was so windy this past weekend that our old, wooden house shook, rattled and almost rolled during the worst of it. I quite like it though. Autumn has always been my favorite season. What’s not to like? You get to cuddle up, wear all the lovely fall colors (mustard must be the color of my soul, I love it so!), drink hot chocolate and red wine and play scrabble at night, go for walks during the day and return home with cold cheeks and a ruined hairdo… Ah. And of course, school starts again.
I’m one of the people you probably didn’t like when you were young – the one who enjoyed school. This year, like last year, I’m not studying anything – and I miss it! I miss the smell of new wooden pencils and erasers and the surge of energy you get as you dive into a new subject. I even miss assignments that leave you exhausted after many sleepless nights. I miss the sense of accomplishment once you’ve finally finished and turned it in, and the suspense of waiting for your grade. Oh well, I’ll just have to go back to school soon. You can never have too many degrees, right?
I have to share this video that I re-discovered this morning. I watched it obsessively back in February, when it was freezing cold and the world seemed to consist of nothing but snow. Lykke Li and Bon Iver singing and dancing together kept me alive back then, and although I’m happy that fall is here I definitely wouldn’t mind standing on that street corner in LA with those unbelieveably talented artists right about now…
Update: Oops! I encountered some technical difficulties resulting in this post not being published at all. I’ll publish it now instead, as a reminder to not stress this coming Sunday…
I’ve grown to like Sundays in the last few years. Before, I loathed them, like so many people seem to do. And I get it, I do: the weekend is coming to a close, Monday morning looms just around the corner, you might be tired or hungover from Saturday, not much gets done and yet you feel you’re completely wasting your precious hours off if you don’t do… something. Anything. I’ve been there. However, I’ve now conditioned myself that Sundays were never meant for anything other than rest – off the top of my head I seem to remember at least one guy who shares this opinion. J… what was it? Luckily, I’m really good at resting.
This Sunday has been spent doing a little bit of work for a project I’m currently working on. Working while laying on the sofa, sipping tea and taking frequent breaks to just gaze at the candlelights and rose bouquet on the coffee table doesn’t really seem like work. Apart from that, I’ve eaten a long and leisurely breakfast/lunch, read my favorite blogs (to be revealed in an upcoming post), played cards with my boyfriend, listened to jazz on the radio and tried to plan the hectic week starting tomorrow morning. There are many, many things to be done and far too little time to do them in. Even so, I decided not to sacrifice my Sunday and get started on the packing and organizing that awaits me tomorrow. Today, I’ve rested. As that’s all my Sundays are intended for, I consider this day a success! I’m cheating a little bit, since I have a work meeting later this evening. Don’t tell anyone.
Coming up: I plan to go make a pizza with all my favorite things/everything we have in the fridge: cherry tomatoes, serrano ham, basil, mozzarella… Yum. And while I make the dough I’ll be watching the lovely Audrey in Breakfast at Tiffanys, another excellent lazy Sunday thing to do. Doesn’t the opening scene make you want to watch the whole thing? Do it, I say!
Am I alone in being a huge birthday girl? I love birthdays. Especially mine. There, I said it. Why not go all in that one day a year you get an opportunity to just celebrate yourself? I do. And tomorrow, it’s my birthday! Yay! Since I’m currently living far away from friends and family, I’m just planning a cozy day with my lovely boyfriend, who’s promised me a magnificent brunch – with eggs benedict, champagne, grapefruit, coffee, candles and cake – cuddles, a walk in the lovely autumn weather, a new dress and presents. There might even be a balloon in there somewhere. We’re heading south, to Reykjavík that is, in a week, and since I’m such a huge birthday girl I’ve wished for a do-over once we get there. That second birthday will include high heels, eating cake with my family and dining out with friends.
Every year, I start counting down to my birthday weeks in advance. Those weeks are generally spent dreaming of things I’d like to see come out of beautifully wrapped packages. This year, I’ve been dreaming of the following things, to name a few:
I want to take up dry brushing my skin in the mornings, inspired by this post. A natural bristle brush and a luxurious oil to slather the skin with afterwards would be much appreciated.
I love books. Love, love, love books. (My boyfriend is painfully aware of this, as every time we move he has to carry a ridiculous amount of heavy boxes containing nothing but books). I also like good design. These series from Penguin are… Perfection? Is that too strong a word? Gorgeous, at least. I already have the Sense and Sensibility one (the light blue one in the second row) and would be more than happy to welcome more into my heart and home. Emma, perhaps? That’s the one with the chairs in the back row. Gorgeous. And I like Jane Austen, so it might make sense to start my collection out with the Austen books. Fun fact: (or is it?) Pride and Prejudice was the first book I read in a language other than my native one (Icelandic). However, I’d read it so often in Icelandic by then that I almost knew it by heart.
I fell head over heels (hah, hah) for these boots, after seeing them on Elsa‘s blog (which is gorgeous, by the way). She has them in blue, which I adore. They seem to have sold out, which is kind of just fine – I own way too many blue things anyway. And I love green too.
No, I’m not wishing for Zooey Deschanel for my birthday – although I’m sure it would be awesome to have her as a friend. She strikes me as sweet and funny and just carefree enough to always be fun to hang out with. I want her hair. And I’m a far, far way from it, since chopping it all off in May. I really liked it short, but now I can’t wait for it to grow out. How is it that always happens? One day you’re perfectly happy with your hair and the next it’s just all kinds of wrong. Oh well. One day, Zooey…
Right. I could go on and on forever, but it’s time to go and do some shopping for tomorrow. I’ll be back with a report on the festivities!