THE BIRDS ARE LEAVING

It is always as fascinating how they go from what seems like a total chaos into being perfectly organized.

(The middle on of the three houses in the first picture was my first ever home btw.)

SUNSHINE AND BIRDSONG

You know, sometimes some of the tiniest things in life are the best ones - those you may only be reminded of when you are actually enjoying them, or those small details you long for when you are far away from them.

Sitting by my window in the soft evening sunshine (yes, we have sunshine in the evenings up here :), letting the warm summer air in, listening to the birds twitter is one of those. Just amazing actually, after a long and cold winter, afer a hectic day.

The weather is spectacularly warm this week; warmer than usual. Helsinki really blooms up and is much more great on days like these. Reminds me of the fact that there actually are places where you wake up to warm and sunny mornings all the time, almost, and to the fact that it is very possible to live at such places too...

But for the time being I will most likely stay here, and take the cold when it returns. Especially with all that's to come soon: the Move. This week will be spent in the flat-to-be, preparing for the renovation. THe downside with great weather is the fat that you feel frustrated and kind of guilty if spendfing your days indoors. But I'll keep the balcony door open an let the bird twitter and sunshine in.

And for other moments when twittering cannot be heard, I'll listen to this song:

PATTERNS, LINES AND ICE IN THE HARBOUR

Stripes on my window.


Rusty squares by berth.


Clear lines, clear blue skies.


Bird feet pattern on a frozen water pool.


A lot of ice.


A little less ice but some more water.


Now I don't know about you but ice-mash like this always makes me think gin tonic.


No ice (if I wouldn't know better I could fool myself it's summer already). You know all these ice pictures are taken within 250 meters of one another; ice can act pretty strange.


(I just put this picture here because I thought it looks nice with a little red among all the blue.)


I was here.


Yours truly.

SOME PEOPLE NEVER HAVE TO CLEAN UP BY THEMSELVES BUT I'M NOT ONE OF THOSE

If you ever wondered this is what I look like when I do my cleaning (and like this when I make the magic in the kitchen happen). And I listen to opera while I do it, of course.


Well.
Let's not break any illusions here shall we, I actually AM vacuuming in those pics because sometimes you need to do so. Vacuum that is. Weather I actually always do it all dressed up or not is a totally different question, but sometimes it's just inevitable to do it right there right then so at least it has happened once.

(My dress is from Stop Stearing, the seamed stockings are what Katie Did. Very recommendable stockings.
The mini beret is Molla Mills, shoes OIS.)

PALE BLUE NIGHTS, PALE BLUE TUNES

Chet Baker.
Maybe the finest heroin addict ever (and my favorite interpreter of this song):



Every spring I get as surprised by how light it is at very late and early hours(as I on the other hand always tend forget the darkness that comes with autumn). Lately I've woken up to work at five-something and the sun is already shining from a bright blue sky! Later I'm enjoying the pale blue May evenings by walking around the wooden houses and huge stone buildings with their massive courtyards in the next part of town, admiring the evening light, listening to Chet Baker and thinking of things, being able to relate to every word in every song. Well, except for My Funny Valentine perhaps.