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Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Maldives: First (and Last) Impressions
I remembered today that I still haven't posted any photos from our holiday in the Maldives! So that will take priority over Show & Tell tonight, sorry!
First sight of the Maldives
One of 280 or so inhabited islands (out of a thousand islands in total)
One of around 70 hotel resorts (out of the 280), not our though
Flying past the capital Male
Just landed
Even the airport island looks like paradise
40-minute speedboat ride from the airport to our island. Our island was relative close to Male. Others may be 2½ hours away by boat or 20 minutes by plane.
First sight of our island
Reception and buffet restaurants to the right and the "fine dining" restaurant to the left (lower building)
The beach by the reception, restaurants and the pool. Buffet restaurant to the left and the café/restaurant to the right.
Our hotel, Holiday Inn Resort Kandooma 
Welcome drink - fresh lemonade - and cool towels in the reception
A bit pale and tired after many, many hours on a plane, but happy to have arrived in paradise finally!
Our Garden Villa (outdoor shower behind the wall to my left)
Back porch of the villa
Peter trying the hammock
Our room
The bed
The bathroom
The part-outdoor shower and bath, probably my favourite part of the villa!
Me taking a shower later :)
Lull-lull as it's called in Swedish real estate ads
Coffee, tea and orange juice station, another favourite!
Freshly squeezed oranges every day
"You life west is under your bed"... unfortunately tsunamis are a risk in the Maldives
And skip to our last day, time to go home! We didn't mind at all that it rained when we left! :)Sunday, May 09, 2010
Hens
Another hen party weekend! This time one which I, together with the bride-to-be's sister, had planned from beginning to end.
While S. went on a little mission (to get her out of the flat) to buy a necklace (to match an outfit we'd have her wear later), we set up camp in her home. S's sister I, the other bridesmaid (in addition to yours truly) had prepared a delicious Afternoon Tea for us (well, we started eating at 12:30 so it was more brunch but the dishes were those usually had with afternoon tea: cucumber sandwiches, scones, tarts, etc.). While sipping both bubbly and tea our "hen" had to take our "How English are you?" quiz - since she's marrying a Englishman -, answering such questions as "how many players on a cricket team?" or "who's the longest serving Prime Minister since 1952?". She did so well she earned herself a Strongbow cider.
After the tea we hopped on a bus - S. blindfolded of course - to a dance studio where we were going to learn some Bollywood moves. S. was really nervous and didn't want to take off her clothes in the dressing room; not trusting us when we said we had something else for her to wear. But eventually she agreed and the teacher dressed her in a beautiful sari. That sari was just for the class but we had bought her another one for her to wear for the rest of the day as our Indian theme would continue, and the teacher kindly helped us to dress her, or wrap really.
Next stop was my flat where a chef awaited our arrival. He was going to give S. and the rest of us a cooking lesson in ayurvedian/Indian food. It was a bit difficult to teach 12 chatty and tipsy women but at least S. was paying attention most of the time and when she wasn't, he was happy to cook by himself. At least we did most of the chopping and mixing. The food was so worth the almost three-hour wait (Indian food is rather slow-cook when you do it proper and from scratch), except perhaps the dessert which was quickly thrown away when I revealed that the freezer held some ice cream (luckily our chef had left by then). S. and her soon-to-be husband N. came by today and had the leftovers with Peter and me, and as always with food with lots of different spices, it was even better the next day.
Between dinner and dessert we watched "N. tells the truth about S.", or played really, as S. had to guess what N. had answered to such questions as "what is S's best/worst characteristic?", "who controls the remote?" and "why do you want to marry S.?". We had interviewed and filmed N. earlier in the week and made him spill the beans about everything from S's snoring to the knitted wool socks she wears in bed while otherwise being spot naked.
And at 11:30pm we left (a HUGE pile of dishes and general mess) to go clubbing at Rose, a relatively new place in Stureplan (Stockholm's main trendy area) where one of the gals had managed to get us on the first guestlist, which allows you to both skip the queue and avoid the entrance cost. Our presence is even documented on one of the bar/club scene picture sites (see below) :) S. actually left before 1am - poor thing was exhausted from being on high alert all day for whatever we could have planned for her next - but some of us stayed until 02:30 or later. I haven't been clubbing for a while so I quite enjoyed myself and wouldn't mind going out again soon.
Fun and successful day to sum it up!
While S. went on a little mission (to get her out of the flat) to buy a necklace (to match an outfit we'd have her wear later), we set up camp in her home. S's sister I, the other bridesmaid (in addition to yours truly) had prepared a delicious Afternoon Tea for us (well, we started eating at 12:30 so it was more brunch but the dishes were those usually had with afternoon tea: cucumber sandwiches, scones, tarts, etc.). While sipping both bubbly and tea our "hen" had to take our "How English are you?" quiz - since she's marrying a Englishman -, answering such questions as "how many players on a cricket team?" or "who's the longest serving Prime Minister since 1952?". She did so well she earned herself a Strongbow cider.
After the tea we hopped on a bus - S. blindfolded of course - to a dance studio where we were going to learn some Bollywood moves. S. was really nervous and didn't want to take off her clothes in the dressing room; not trusting us when we said we had something else for her to wear. But eventually she agreed and the teacher dressed her in a beautiful sari. That sari was just for the class but we had bought her another one for her to wear for the rest of the day as our Indian theme would continue, and the teacher kindly helped us to dress her, or wrap really.
Next stop was my flat where a chef awaited our arrival. He was going to give S. and the rest of us a cooking lesson in ayurvedian/Indian food. It was a bit difficult to teach 12 chatty and tipsy women but at least S. was paying attention most of the time and when she wasn't, he was happy to cook by himself. At least we did most of the chopping and mixing. The food was so worth the almost three-hour wait (Indian food is rather slow-cook when you do it proper and from scratch), except perhaps the dessert which was quickly thrown away when I revealed that the freezer held some ice cream (luckily our chef had left by then). S. and her soon-to-be husband N. came by today and had the leftovers with Peter and me, and as always with food with lots of different spices, it was even better the next day.
Between dinner and dessert we watched "N. tells the truth about S.", or played really, as S. had to guess what N. had answered to such questions as "what is S's best/worst characteristic?", "who controls the remote?" and "why do you want to marry S.?". We had interviewed and filmed N. earlier in the week and made him spill the beans about everything from S's snoring to the knitted wool socks she wears in bed while otherwise being spot naked.
And at 11:30pm we left (a HUGE pile of dishes and general mess) to go clubbing at Rose, a relatively new place in Stureplan (Stockholm's main trendy area) where one of the gals had managed to get us on the first guestlist, which allows you to both skip the queue and avoid the entrance cost. Our presence is even documented on one of the bar/club scene picture sites (see below) :) S. actually left before 1am - poor thing was exhausted from being on high alert all day for whatever we could have planned for her next - but some of us stayed until 02:30 or later. I haven't been clubbing for a while so I quite enjoyed myself and wouldn't mind going out again soon.
Fun and successful day to sum it up!
Friday, May 07, 2010
Show & Tell: Hysteria
"Female hysteria was a once-common medical diagnosis, made exclusively in women, which is today no longer recognised by modern medical authorities as a medical disorder. Its diagnosis and treatment were routine for many hundreds of years in Western Europe. Hysteria was widely discussed in the medical literature of the Victorian era. Women considered to be suffering from it exhibited a wide array of symptoms including faintness, nervousness, insomnia, fluid retention, heaviness in abdomen, muscle spasm, shortness of breath, irritability, loss of appetite for food or sex, and "a tendency to cause trouble".*
I have a fear that this is what I will encounter should I visit one of the many wedding sites on the Internet, like Bröllopstorget or Brud & bröllop. I really don't like the wedding hysteria and with "wedding hysteria" I mean the fact that you need to buy the wedding dress and book the venue such a long time in advance. We're considering getting married already in October - if we book the venue within the next couple of weeks, it will give us five months for planning which should be sufficient in my view. However, people tell us that you need 8-12 months to plan. But do people who set the date a year in advance really spend a year actively planning and preparing their wedding? I don't think so.
That said, the more I start looking at this - I've been to two wedding dress shops and sent off requests to around 30 venues (luckily we neither have one preferred venue nor church so we're pretty flexible) - the more I feel the hysteria creeping up on me. Not necessarily that we wouldn't be able to plan for and throw a great party, but for all the choices! Most of the venues I have contacted have free Saturdays in October (and November-February, which we are also considering) so it's a matter of trying to compare their "offer" in terms of cost (and whether it includes drinks or not, and whether it is including or excluding VAT), location, finish time (some you need to vacate already at 1 am = not for us), etc. I have created an excel document with all this information but now when I look at it I just feel "I don't want to do this!". But I'm sure things will feel better once we have sat down and had a proper look, narrowed down the options, clarified the costs, visited a couple of places, etc. But I wish I was at that stage now! With a venue and a church (church is slightly easier as we don't have a connection to a particular one; that said, I have a few preferred ones) booked, I could concentrate on invitations and just planning to fun things.
I'm not as stressed about the wedding dress luckily. I went to a bridal shop last Saturday which sell ready-made dresses (but have a good in-house seamstress for alterations). Before my visit there I thought all that existed were at-least-five-months-waiting-time-and-if-you-don't-come-in-at-least-half-a-year-before-the-wedding-they-look-at-you-weirdly places, so I was relieved that these shops actually exist. I found a really pretty and a bit unusual dress there that they are holding for me. However, last Monday I visited another shop which do custom-order only and I think I will get one from them in the end, I just need to choose one among the four or five or so that I liked! Delivery is around three months, slightly longer due to summer holidays, but it should be ready in time for an October wedding.
If October is what we'll go for, that is. I'm keen on October, early October, because autumn is still in full colour then. If that does't work I'm inclined to wait until January or February when the chance of snow is greater. November is just such a dark, boring month (though in need of a party one could argue) and December is Christmas really (though I could imagine a Lucia wedding too).
Decision, decisions, decisions. Will keep you posted!
*It continues... "Since ancient times women considered to be suffering from hysteria would sometimes undergo "pelvic massage" — manual stimulation of the genitals by the doctor until the patient experienced "hysterical paroxysm" (orgasm)." Ehum...
Images from Wikipedia and boskraddare.com
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Show & Tell: Oh My God, How Embarrassing!
I have hardly any time to blog right now and I'm still behind on Show & Tell! Sorry guys! Don't even know what Bejla has chosen for May - must visit her blog and take a peak! Anyway, here's my post on Taina's last topic for April: Oh My God, How Embarrassing!
It was October last year. My good friend Jacqui was organising a surprise party for her husband (and my colleague) Chris who was turning 40. We were going to do a collection for a gift for him as we usual do at work and I took on responsibility for it. I drafted a little e-mail, something like this:
"Hi... As you know, Chris is turning 40 and it would be nice if you would sign his card and maybe contribute to a gift. I know some of you will be going to the surprise party Jacqui is planning but in order for him not too expect anything, we'll give him his gift on the Friday before."
And then I sent it to.... our distribution list WHICH INCLUDES CHRIS!! I went into panic mood, my heart was pounding, etc., you know the drill. I quickly recalled the e-mail but already some people had opened the original e-mail. Many were returned unread so not too many people had to know about my screw-up luckily. But the worst thing was that Chris wasn't even in the office; he was in the UK and wouldn't log into his e-mail until one or two days later. And the recall function doesn't work until the recipient opens his/her e-mail! So I had a few days or uncertainty and anxiety!
I tend to always wish for the best but I was worried and couldn't stop thinking of it. What if I had ruined the surprise!? Peter thought I should call Jacqui and tell her what had happened; he said "I'm sure she'll understand". But I hesitated. He also suggested I text Chris and tell a white lie: "I accidently send an e-mail to your work address about your birthday present - yes, we're getting you one. Please just delete without reading, it will be more fun for you that way!".
Before I had made up my mind Jacqui happened to call me to talk about the party (I was involved in her "scheme") and then I thought I cannot not mention it. So I told her.
Turns out Chris actually knew she was up to something. He didn't know what exactly and he didn't know it was a party as such, but she said that even if he did read my e-mail, it would be fine.
But I was still a bit worried since I did use the word "party" in my e-mail, so I sent him the text anyway. When he got back to work he opened the recall message first so that the two messages disappeared instantly*, which means he never saw the e-mail. Phew!
And the party? It turned out very well in the end. Jacqui had arranged for Chris's best friend to come out for his birthday so when he saw him and Jacqui sent them off to drives jeeps in the woods, he thought that was it! He thought the dinner planned in the evening at their friend's bar/restaurant was just a small get-together. He was this surprised to see 30 or so friends yelling "surprise!":
* The recall function is not full-proof I have learned the hard way. If people read their e-mail down and up, i.e. oldest first, which I tend to do, it will still let you read the original e-mail before you get to the recall one, which when read, deletes both.
It was October last year. My good friend Jacqui was organising a surprise party for her husband (and my colleague) Chris who was turning 40. We were going to do a collection for a gift for him as we usual do at work and I took on responsibility for it. I drafted a little e-mail, something like this:
"Hi... As you know, Chris is turning 40 and it would be nice if you would sign his card and maybe contribute to a gift. I know some of you will be going to the surprise party Jacqui is planning but in order for him not too expect anything, we'll give him his gift on the Friday before."
And then I sent it to.... our distribution list WHICH INCLUDES CHRIS!! I went into panic mood, my heart was pounding, etc., you know the drill. I quickly recalled the e-mail but already some people had opened the original e-mail. Many were returned unread so not too many people had to know about my screw-up luckily. But the worst thing was that Chris wasn't even in the office; he was in the UK and wouldn't log into his e-mail until one or two days later. And the recall function doesn't work until the recipient opens his/her e-mail! So I had a few days or uncertainty and anxiety!
I tend to always wish for the best but I was worried and couldn't stop thinking of it. What if I had ruined the surprise!? Peter thought I should call Jacqui and tell her what had happened; he said "I'm sure she'll understand". But I hesitated. He also suggested I text Chris and tell a white lie: "I accidently send an e-mail to your work address about your birthday present - yes, we're getting you one. Please just delete without reading, it will be more fun for you that way!".
Before I had made up my mind Jacqui happened to call me to talk about the party (I was involved in her "scheme") and then I thought I cannot not mention it. So I told her.
Turns out Chris actually knew she was up to something. He didn't know what exactly and he didn't know it was a party as such, but she said that even if he did read my e-mail, it would be fine.
But I was still a bit worried since I did use the word "party" in my e-mail, so I sent him the text anyway. When he got back to work he opened the recall message first so that the two messages disappeared instantly*, which means he never saw the e-mail. Phew!
And the party? It turned out very well in the end. Jacqui had arranged for Chris's best friend to come out for his birthday so when he saw him and Jacqui sent them off to drives jeeps in the woods, he thought that was it! He thought the dinner planned in the evening at their friend's bar/restaurant was just a small get-together. He was this surprised to see 30 or so friends yelling "surprise!":
* The recall function is not full-proof I have learned the hard way. If people read their e-mail down and up, i.e. oldest first, which I tend to do, it will still let you read the original e-mail before you get to the recall one, which when read, deletes both.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Show & Tell: Power
This has been sitting in drafts for most of the week but this morning I could finally finish it! The post on "Oh my God, how embarrassing!" will have to wait until the weekend. Watch this space!
Taina's fourth theme of the month is makt or power. I haven't had a clear idea of what I wanted to write about. I have been contemplating a serious post about gender equality or about political power games but unfortunately I don't have the time for that right now.
Instead I thought I'd just list all the stuff I think of when I hear "power". It's mainly about power relationships and dependence, either between two people or between a person and something abstract, for example a custom. Sometimes it's more about "force" rather than the Swedish word makt. Other/better Englih words than power are perhaps influence, might, potency, power. Wikipedia explains well both in English and Swedish.
- the power of one individual over another; which can also be associated with coercion
- the power of a country over another
- the Cold War as in the demonstration of power or might and the balance of power
- the power of men over women; I would say men as a group have more power over women but this does not necessarily mean than an individual man have power over an individual women.
- related to that the power over one's own body; I'm thinking specifically about the pro-life/pro-choice debate in the US mainly
- the power society have on us, society as in structure, cultural conceptions and traditions
- the fact we also need to conform to the structures of society as in work, calendar time (the clock); though this varies from one culture to the other; not all feel the power of the protestant work ethic
- whether one feels they feel/have power over their own life (beyond the shackles of society as described above), for example having a say at work
- also the power bad habits have on us, how hard it may be to get out bad behaviour, whether it is nail-biting or crime
- democracy
- the power of money and capital
- the power of love;
- the mix of love and politics in flower power :)
- the power of fashion
- the power of advertising
- electric power or energy
- and the lack of power; powerlessness, impotence (vanmakt)
Images from user.tninet.se, sfs.se, jbsaint.wordpress.com, 12manage.com, resume.se, marianova.com and supportdell.com
Taina's fourth theme of the month is makt or power. I haven't had a clear idea of what I wanted to write about. I have been contemplating a serious post about gender equality or about political power games but unfortunately I don't have the time for that right now.
Instead I thought I'd just list all the stuff I think of when I hear "power". It's mainly about power relationships and dependence, either between two people or between a person and something abstract, for example a custom. Sometimes it's more about "force" rather than the Swedish word makt. Other/better Englih words than power are perhaps influence, might, potency, power. Wikipedia explains well both in English and Swedish.
- the power of one individual over another; which can also be associated with coercion
- the power of a country over another
- the Cold War as in the demonstration of power or might and the balance of power
- the power of men over women; I would say men as a group have more power over women but this does not necessarily mean than an individual man have power over an individual women.
- related to that the power over one's own body; I'm thinking specifically about the pro-life/pro-choice debate in the US mainly
- the power society have on us, society as in structure, cultural conceptions and traditions
- the fact we also need to conform to the structures of society as in work, calendar time (the clock); though this varies from one culture to the other; not all feel the power of the protestant work ethic
- whether one feels they feel/have power over their own life (beyond the shackles of society as described above), for example having a say at work
- also the power bad habits have on us, how hard it may be to get out bad behaviour, whether it is nail-biting or crime
- democracy
- the power of money and capital
- the power of love;
- the mix of love and politics in flower power :)
- the power of fashion
- the power of advertising
- electric power or energy
- and the lack of power; powerlessness, impotence (vanmakt)
Images from user.tninet.se, sfs.se, jbsaint.wordpress.com, 12manage.com, resume.se, marianova.com and supportdell.com
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Fiat Yogurt
The best quotes about the volcano so far (taken from the Eyjafjallajökull's fan page on Facebook and its Twitter page):
1. Iceland's President to God: "I said CASH, not ASH!"
2. The best things being a volcano: 1) the attention; 2) allowed to smoke at work; and 3) after dinner you throw the dishes in the crater.
3. English-speakers can't pronounce Eyjafjallajökull: "Eye-a-fyat-la-jo-kutl, there you go"
4. You go Eyafjallajökull! Show mankind who's the boss!
5. Okay, Iceland had som bad economics, but it was a little early to press the self-destruct buttom already; I know you can get out of this one.
6. Do you lava me like I lava you?
7. How fast can you type the name of the Volcano?
And it's pretty cool that the grounding of almost 100,000 flights over the past few days have saved 1.3 million tonnes of CO2, equivalent to more than the annual emissions of many developing countries, e.g. Malawi, Sierra Leone, Rwanda and 50 other developing countries.
1. Iceland's President to God: "I said CASH, not ASH!"
2. The best things being a volcano: 1) the attention; 2) allowed to smoke at work; and 3) after dinner you throw the dishes in the crater.
3. English-speakers can't pronounce Eyjafjallajökull: "Eye-a-fyat-la-jo-kutl, there you go"
4. You go Eyafjallajökull! Show mankind who's the boss!
5. Okay, Iceland had som bad economics, but it was a little early to press the self-destruct buttom already; I know you can get out of this one.
6. Do you lava me like I lava you?
7. How fast can you type the name of the Volcano?
And it's pretty cool that the grounding of almost 100,000 flights over the past few days have saved 1.3 million tonnes of CO2, equivalent to more than the annual emissions of many developing countries, e.g. Malawi, Sierra Leone, Rwanda and 50 other developing countries.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Show & Tell: White Lies about Nails
I'm behind on Show & Tell (and reading all your posts, sorry!) so I thought I'd pack the two latest themes together.
Taina's second theme for the month of April is naglar, i.e. nails in English. The Swedish word means finger nails specifically but I'm going to take the liberty of using another "nails", i.e. steel nails as in hammer and nails (spik in Swedish).
...So let me tell you about the time when I got a nail in my foot! A rusty nail in fact! It wasn't fun, I tell you, although it's obviously a pretty cool thing to have had happened to you, at least at that age (okay, I admit I still talk about it!).
Taina's second theme for the month of April is naglar, i.e. nails in English. The Swedish word means finger nails specifically but I'm going to take the liberty of using another "nails", i.e. steel nails as in hammer and nails (spik in Swedish).
...So let me tell you about the time when I got a nail in my foot! A rusty nail in fact! It wasn't fun, I tell you, although it's obviously a pretty cool thing to have had happened to you, at least at that age (okay, I admit I still talk about it!).
I was ten years old and it was the last few weeks of third grade (and also the end of the first three years of school, before it was time to move up a level; it was June). We had a sports day of sorts and were spending the day in a field flying kites and doing other activities. At some point we were playing at the top of the hill near an old abandoned house, or cottage really. That's when it happened. I had just jumped off the roof - our play was mostly climbing up and jumping off - when I took one step and...
I remember that it hurt more to pull back than when the nail went in... But first I actually ran all the way down the hill to my teachers and it wasn't until I sat down that I felt, or allowed myself to feel, the pain and the pounding. Luckily the nail hadn't gone all the way through but it was bleeding pretty bad and my pink trainers that I liked so much were staining quickly.
The immediate bleeding was stopped and the wound dressed but I was still in excruciating pain (as far as excruciating goes for a ten-year old). But did I say anything? No. Because later that evening my class had a party to celebrate "graduating" from third grade and also to say goodbye to each other after three years as many of us were not going to the same school or same class anymore. Did I want to miss that? No, of course not.
So I pretended. And this is where the white lies come in, Taina's third theme for April.
According to Wikipedia, a white lie "would cause only relatively minor discord if it were uncovered, and typically offers some benefit to the hearer. White lies are often used to avoid offense, such as complimenting something one finds unattractive. In this case, the lie is told to avoid the harmful realistic implications of the truth."
I guess my lying doesn't really qualify as a white lie as I didn't really lie for the benefit of the hearer but for myself. The lie was "told to avoid harmful realistic implications of the truth", but for me, not for someone else. My lie was more about being "economical with the truth", telling an "emergency lie" or "lying by omission", or essentially trying to get away with something, but it will have to do for the sake of the story :)
Image from imperfectation.comSo I told my teachers I was fine, "it didn't hurt that much", and also said the same to my dad when he picked me up. It wasn't until my mum got home a bit later that "the sh*t hit the fan". She yelled at my dad for not seeing that I was pale and just pretending to be fine and for not having taken me to the hospital (she wasn't too happy with my teachers either) while I tried to plead with her "no, mum, I'm fine, I want to go to the party, we can go to the hospital tomorrow!".
How the story ends? Well, we ended up going to the hospital where the wound was properly cleaned and dressed and I was given a tetanus shot. I was pretty upset about missing the party but secretely happy of not having to pretend anymore and being taken care of. And now, years later, who cares about that party anyway! And besides, my classmates thought a nail in the foot as pretty cool :)
Monday, April 19, 2010
Ring & Seek
Trying to find THE ring is difficult! Have to treat ourselves to some nice Japanese food.
Via Anna's iPhone
Via Anna's iPhone
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Spring in the City
With all the snow gone and spring finallt here one can make quite interesting discoveries, like finding one's bike being taken over by flowers.
P.S. Show & Tell coming soon!
Via Anna's iPhone
P.S. Show & Tell coming soon!
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Balance of the Universe?
One of my best friends' mother passed away unexpectedly on Sunday and my thoughts are with her and her family right now.
Maybe there were too many good things lately or maybe these things just happen anyway?
Maybe there were too many good things lately or maybe these things just happen anyway?
Image from mimmiolsson.se
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Japanese Hen
On our way back from Adrienne's (Peter's sister) hen party, probably the best one I've ever been to! The list of activities say it all: walking in high heels lesson, murder mystery in a haunted house, jumping castle and sumo wrestling! And great food and dancing!
Via Anna's iPhone
Via Anna's iPhone
Friday, April 09, 2010
Guilt-Free Champagne
You may not have thought about it much but every time you pop open a bottle of Champagne (as you do on a regular Friday...er...maybe not), you release a lot of carbon dioxide into the air*. But due to new technique you will soon be able to drink bubbly without worrying (as much) about your carbon footprint. The new standard bottle will reduce CO2 with 8,000 tonnes per year, equivalent of emissions from 4,000 cars, made possible by reducing the thickness and thus the weight of the bottle from 900 to 835 gr.
* Not literally though; it's really about the production and shipping of bottles.
* Not literally though; it's really about the production and shipping of bottles.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Show & Tell: In My Easter Egg I Want...
This year the Easter Bunny brought me everything I could ever wish for! A promise of eternal love and happiness! On our last morning in the Maldives Peter proposed to me and I said yes of course! I'm so happy I just want to scream (do you ever have that feeling?)!
This is just a temporary ring but wanted to show it anyway! It cost him 100 SEK at Ur & Penn apparently haha! We'll go together and look for the real thing!
Via Anna's iPhone
This is just a temporary ring but wanted to show it anyway! It cost him 100 SEK at Ur & Penn apparently haha! We'll go together and look for the real thing!
Via Anna's iPhone
Thursday, April 01, 2010
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