Wish it was my fridge but sadly it ain't. I'm looking forward to visiting this crib again some time in the future. Yeah dude, I just owned a whole blog post to your refrigerator.
I'm off to Crete now with my significant other so bare yet another blogging pause with me!I'll be back in a week :)
Oh no, another girly girl DIY nail post!
Oh yes, meine Damen und Herren, as long as they stay long, I'm gonna keep on experimenting this thing called NAIL POLISH. Ah the joys of being a woman.. Actually this is the easiest DIY crap ever. You need: black nail polish, maybe some see-through-one as well to make those sausages shiny and patience once again.
I think I was a born nail artist hohoho as I'm not using any of those nail stickers etc. to outline the rest of the nail before applying the polish but if you need some, get them at your local cosmetic store. Anyhoo you put the black stuff onto the outer white part of your nail (does anyone agree, when I say that I sound like I'm making this tutorial for men & children?)and leave the rest untouched. Let it dry and apply the colourless nailpolish onto the whole nail to finish the deal. Voilà.
I cropped off the Facebook in the back
What say you? Roscoe didn't approve so be welcome to defy him. I find my nails super duper.
Autumn is my all time favourite season due to it's colours, smells and the freshness in the wind. In Finland the summer had already turned to a close in the beginning of September and I had to borrow my sister's pullovers pretty much daily. One afternoon me and my mom took notice of these heavy apple trees by the side of the road. As they belonged to an abandoned house, we decided to rebel and make use of our everyman's right!
I miss my hometown at times. It's a small place and the people are shitty but still... for 20 years it has been my home. A lot has happened in that neighbourhood and so many things have changed since then. I never ever want to lose touch with Järvenpää and forget where I came from. It is such a big part of my identity and I think nobody in Germany will ever quite be able to understand the meaning of it.
It sometimes scares me how very much I've changed out here in the world. Dreaming in foreign language, calling the people I've known for less than a year my friends and pushing the thoughts of Järvenpää away as I don't want to get homesick. How did that chubby Harry Potter-fan get out of the suburbs?
I swear not to forget. I'll be cycling those same streets with my sister as old grannies one day, I promise.
I lately stumbled across these pictures from Vice Magazine. I like them and as a woman am not shocked, disgusted or particularly embarrased about the shots. Similar stuff has happened to everyone with periodic cycle I dare to say. Me too.
I'm not at all quiet about my periods, when I happen to have them. I refuse to be embarrased and modest about something so natural and normal about my body. Why do we have to hide and pretend seriously? It annoys me how most women blush from just hearing the word periods/menstruation/etc. and try to hide their tampons while sneaking to bathroom. I remember wanting to die in high school when the rustle of the wrapping of sanitary pads gave me off in public toilets. I absolutely hated those days and thinking I wouldn't be able to wear skirts, shorts or light materials whenever I wanted. I was so scared somebody would find out what was going on.
What a joke! As if that actually would change a thing nowadays! Sure periods are not the most practical thing while travelling or when they get you off guard but my monthly bleeding doesn't affect a thing, not even my sex life, honestly. Oh yeah I am suffering from the most horrid low stomach and back pains for the first few days, which then causes me to have no mercy only a little sympathy for those ignorant jerks who make jokes about the happening. To think that bleeding hinders a female brain from working normally is just medieval! Thus I have taken it to my life mission to inform as many men as possible about this mystical event of the opposite sex.
Periods are the main reason, in my opinion, why you guys pay dinners and the movies: I'm paying the pads and the pain killers each month! What do you think? I'd be interested in hearing some male voice too.
Hi there!
I have had a few of the best weeks this summer at home in Finland and thus haven't even touched my blog in ages. Like I said before, there are some about 200 Photos to check through before being able to post any and as it happens I also have less than 2 weeks to finish three big University homeworks. It might be that I won't be posting much until the beginning October, sorry guys.
A few days ago I cooked vispipuuro, a finnish whipped semolina porridge, with lingonberries! My mom gave me a lot of berries before I left back to Germany, berries she herself had picked for me in our backyard. Thank you mom, that's really sweet of you and although the berries got a bit squashed and juiced in my luggage, I feel simple happiness of having those super organic roly-polys in my fridge now.
So back to Elli's Cooking Corner again!
Vispipuuro aka Klappgröt What You need: 8 dl water ca. 4 dl lingonberries 1 dl sugar 1¼ semolina grains a bit of salt What you do: 1. Boil the water with the berries for about 15 minutes. 2. Add sugar and salt and check if you like it. Don't worry you can add stuff later on as well but keep in mind that lingonberries are sour and the porridge should be a bit as well 3. I reckon your berries are boiled by now? Ok, then we whip the semolina in tiny parts into the berrymush, we don't want clumps and dollops now do we. 4. Let the semolina cook with a low temperature for 5-10 minutes and then to cool down all together. It would be the last point to check the taste and add your spices. 5. Is the porridge cold? I'm amazed if you managed to wait patiently. Now is the time to dig out that electric mixer of yours, and whip the shit out of the porridge and into a rosey foam! 6. Consume your creation warm or cold, with sugar on top or milk around it.
Receipe: Arja Savela, Myllyn Paras Oy
Mine ended up much darker as it should be as I failed had a weeny bit more berries and don't have that mixer in my cupboards to make it foamy. For authenic taste my mom had mistaken some leaves and sticks to the berrybag, which I casually had to pick out of my mouth later on.
