exploring Lohja

Last week we went to the town of Lohja. This sounds extremely unexciting, but I checked before we went, and there were many nice sounding cafés AND a vegetarian restaurant (we live far from any lunching out possibilities). We chose the café which was in a building built in 1860's.

My antipathies for the town come mainly from this girl who came to my high school class. She had moved from Lohja (even the name of the town is ugly). She had disgusting bleached yellow hair, her face was all pink and she was dressed in a very middle-age manner. Maybe she was nice... probably not. I never talked to most people in my class that year. Well, now the poor unattractive town has cleared it's face. Some good flea-market finds too. And I wanna check out the summer cafés around there.


(Posting from Helsinki, we saw the most superb kids' theater in the morning, checked out a newish café, and now stay at Y's sister's in our old neighbourhood. Tomorrow meet with my dear Berlin friends!)

c'est moi!

MilK arrived to my mailbox today! Super nice.
We have been exploring today, more about that later.
And there were wonderful news this morning: a trip! More about that later too.

Looking at this cover makes me want to colour my hair... It's been a while that I had red hair. I colour either black or red, quite bright red (no natural looking results for me, please). This brown hair I have is quite harmless, but now it starts to have this reddish shade that I don't like. I wish my hair was cold brown, like V's. Or black like Y's. Well, I don't wish very hard, just a little.

before i wake up

...V has already made a lot. I'm always so moved and impressed by her settings that I let them stay like that in the middle of the floor. This morning she wanted to sleep though. I slept bad, I had one verse of a kid's song playing in my head; the one that had a chorus of nonsense language and we couldn't really make out how it goes.

Now I'm having porridge for lunch and I'm all set to start working, with a clean working table. I'm gonna move back here from the kitchen table. I'm feeling a bit dizzy from a wonderful proposition I got via e-mail.

these days

A day with my brother, mother and aunt. V meets her uncle quite rarely, so I was very happy to see there was no time wasted being shy. They have a real family bond. V calls him her favourite.


Our family day, baking pizza and pulla, actually my first time making any kind of rolls (I think). These are with carrot+cinnamon+indian sugar, coconut+sugar and almond flakes+raisins. I got flowers in advance on occasion of the Women's day which is tomorrow. I'm against banalizing the real issues of a women's day with flowers and gifts, but of course I love getting flowers. A red rose from V, a woman herself.

melting

This is not from today, but it represents this day anyway:
I see some light right now. And I hear the snow melting and I see drops dropping from the roof.
And I realised something today. If there wasn't snow, the spring wouldn't be wet. And what kind of spring would it be, without little streams and puddles, taking of your coat and gloves and standing in the water with your rubber boots? We've been arguing -again- about the existence of a certain spring related word. With Y. Is it about regional variation or boys and girls? So I will pass on my girl-words to V.

I have secured a vinyl copy of Jenny Wilson for me (using my contacts!), we're having a city day tomorrow. Meeting with my old friend who lives up north and my brother who is coming from the same northern town. Where I grew up using my spring word. Cooking mud porridge in a bucket.

i love mail!

My friend V sent us a package of shirts and panties. This brand doesn't post to Finlande, so I ordered to V's address in southern France and she forwarded them to us, to little V to be precise. A bit complicated, but it's not so easy to get simple plain good quality cotton stuff... and they're not expensive. Happy colours. I took my chances and got some beautiful blue ones too... I miss my friend and our little trip over one year ago.

In the mailbox, same day: a catalogue of an exhibition my friend has curated. Beautiful package, beautiful book. So happy for her. I'm happy I know the gallery space, so I can imagine how the exhibition was. Oh how i miss her too.



Life would be a lot simpler if my heart wasn't scattered around. So many of my dearest, dearest friends live so far away.
And it is spring where they are. Here it is snowing.

it is March

I try to be back now. And with capital letters too!
"Willow-cats" from down the road, scraps of paper on the table. And a forgotten christmas cookie.
It is still winter.
I was going to announce a lot of things in March, but not yet.
I'm in love with Jenny Wilson's "Hardships!"