Figured I might as well spread the word that if any artists are reading this and are interested, our club is taking submissions for a new logo. We can’t pay anything, but will credit the winner on the website. Contest deadline is February 24th. It has to have AWC Malmö or American Women’s Club Malmö as part of the design, and should be scalable. If you have questions, let me know 🙂
I pulled out the big faux bear coat this morning. I love my newer coat, but even it isn’t enough in minus temperatures. Anders told me last night that they were stuck in the stuga all day yesterday because it is minus 30 celsius in Lofsdalen and the lifts were closed, ski school was cancelled and no one is venturing outside except for absolute necessities. I hope they don’t have to spend the rest of their ski vacation inside! I slept so hard this morning and the temptation to just stay in bed and not bother with work was nearly...
blackcustard makes me homesick TWICE: here and here. Work was busy but the end of it sucked with a meeting that drained all the fun out of life because stupid opinions and laziness seem to be the most important thing going on these days. 🙁 Sushi sushi sushi lifted my spirits afterwards, however, as did nearly two hours of cozy chatting with Camilla and Emily, before heading to choir practice where we sang two of my favorite songs *bounce* !! It is so cold outside that paint is peeling off surfaces. Walking into the wind feels like razorblades are attacking...
The sky is a perfect robin’s-egg blue. Sunshine so sharp you can get paper cuts on your eyes if you’re not careful. And cold, man is it COLD. Looking forward to: sushi, bookfiend chatting, choir I have to stop playing around on LJ when I’m supposed to be working. John and Simone made and gave me a bag of beans for Christmas. That sounds so funny! But it’s the kind of bag that you put in the microwave or freezer to help with various aches and pains. Yesterday, I nuked that sucker on high and then draped it over my...
I’m typing with a pair of Martin’s mittens on, that’s how frickin’ cold my hands are.
So far, this has been an EXCELLENT day 🙂 The sun is shining (that’s for my brother who claims I whine about the weather too much), I slept very well, and I’ve had fun projects to do at work. I finished a wrap-around design for a coffee mug and sent it off this morning and now I’m working on the cover for a notebook/notepad for us to use at events. I need to do some new banner ads, too, so this is a very creative day at work. Yesterday I finished the design layouts for a series of 4 posters....
I’ve never met another cat, before or after Pooka, who understood the principle of chasing rubber bands. She knew that it wasn’t the motion of your arm or hand that mattered, the important thing was to keep her eyes on the rubber band itself. You can fake out most dogs and cats with a throwing motion, but she never fell for it. If you picked up a rubber band and stretched it slowly over one finger, pointing it ready to shoot, she would hunch up, the intentness palpable, her eyes widening, and wait. As soon as the release came, she...
Not very strangely, I don’t want to work on projects at work (even though I have a couple of fun ones). I want to write things and play on LJ and work on Mosaic Minds and my AWC site and my family website. Work just gets in the way, darn it. When we first moved to Sweden, I figured I’d study Swedish for six months or so and then start looking for a job. Because I got pregnant right away, things didn’t work out quite as planned and I ended up being home for 3 years, which by the end...
My Sunday morning song: Stretch, roll over, snooze, slowly re-awaken, watch the sunlight in the trees, revel in the silence 🙂 Blue, Blue, Blue! shouts the sunny winter sky. I’m going for a brisk walk.
The Thai food was EXCELLENT. Pad Se Ew, my favorite!! 🙂 Despite the putzing around, I got an article re-written and a poem sent off to Mosaic Minds, which I’m also the new Poetry section editor for. 🙂 If anyone reading this is interested in submitting work, especially poetry, to the zine, the theme for the 2nd issue is Nostalgia. I want to write and write and write until my fingers fall off. How come I feel like everything I write has been written before and better? I want everything I write to come out perfectly even though I know...