Midsummers Eve

The night is nothing more than a two hours dawn here at the moment. It never gets really dark these days.. The sky has a beautiful dusk blue color with brighter, bluish grey, cotton looking clouds gliding over it.

The 21.June was the lightest day of the year for us living in the nothern hemisphere. Today, 23. June we are celebrating Midsummers Eve, or Sankthans as we call it in Norway. It is an old tradition and celebration, that dates back to the viking times with offerings. In later times the church changed it into a Christian celebration, celebrating St John the Baptist.

In Norway we celebrate Midsummers eve with small and big bonfires, music, food and partying that lasts all through the night. That's if we get the next day off.. We're not as lucky as the swedish, where the day is a national holiday. Some places in Norway they even throw paper withces on the fire. In old days, they thought it would keep the withces and bad spirits away!

This year me and my love will be heading out to visit Miss Lindy Lee and her man. They're having a moving in party, as well as a Midummers Eve party. Crossing fingers for nice weather and no rain, so we can dance naked around the swedish Midsummer Pole and wear flowers in our hair;) All according to swedish traditions.. *Cough* ya, maybe not the naked part. Skip the naked thing, but we'll have flowers!



Midsummers Eve 2010 in Oslo

Midsummers Eve bonfire

My Weekend...

Down the drain it went; the promise to myself about having a weekend devoted to my crafts.. Just an other of these crazy busy weekends, where in retroperspektive it seems like it passed by in a social haze. You might wonder what's wrong with that, or maybe I don't like being social.. Nah, fact is I love hanging out with my friends. And I love parties! And good luck to you, if you ever try pulling me home from one.. I'm one of those persons who will cling to the staircase to avoid going home.

It started out with a Friday beer with a friend, at Devilles after a busy week. Like I thought it would work, I told my man to be strict with me no fuzz and get me home after three beers, no more than three guess I should have said one. If I refused, I told him to ignore me and pull me home anyway.. That was before I dramatically announced that "WE ONLY LIVE ONES" "LET'S GO"!! I can be quite dramatic when I choose to be, it must have worked. Off we went in a taxi..

To Miss I's housewarming party! Which the little angel or maybe it was the party demon on my shoulder told me I couldn't miss out on, tried to ignore.. Miss I is the sweetest person and good friend. That's what friends do. Right? Even if they have an other party to attend to the next day.. And even if they dread double nights.

Turned out my little party demon was right though! We had a lovely time at Miss I and I don't regret a second;) After many beers and drinks and interesting chats, I was the one that had to pull my man home to get a descent sleep before my sister's toilet soiré the next day... He even called me an old lady. Tsk.. Imagine? What a nerve.. *MutterMutter*

Mmm on second thoughts, maybe it was paybacktime for all the times I called him gramps..



I totally fell in love with these lovely traditional russian dolls, seen anything prettier?

 Look at that itsy, bitsy, tiny, little one.. Most mind tumbling was, that it was just as neatly painted as the bigger ones..!

 Kitchen peep...