Hej Emilia

It's me! Your friend Jenny!

First of all, you're like "whaaat?" and also "oh, right we talked about reviving this thing, but since we didn't for two months I figured... Also I'm busy and..."

SAY NO MORE dear sister (but not really) of mine!

We both busy. You with more exciting and creative stuff in LA, and me with managing my boring department store in cold, dark Uppsala.

Tomorrow I'm helping out with the opening of a new store. Which basically means meeting up with all the people above me in this company. I kind of have this gut feeling that I'm about to do really well in life (hey, everything is relative) without trying all that hard. My plan for tomorrow is to exude authority and grace and then watch as oppurtunity is served to me on a gold platter (gold is better than silver).

Really tho, I just saw a picture of your old black wedges (you know with the zipper in the front?) and stood right up like "OMG I FEEL LIKE 16 AGAIN OMG ALSO THAT BLOG THINGIE????"

Ok, that's that, byeee xxx

_jenny

Swoon

_jenny

This girl taught me a dance / called the i don’t care / she said to me / it’s easy i swear

I've been playing with my niece and laughing my ass off as her hair went from fuzzy to a completely new life form while on the trampoline.

"Sibelle is cute?" she asked.

"Haha! NO!" I responded, and then she laughed, kissed my knee and slapped me in the face.

_jenny

To look into my eyes and tell me la la la la la

This.

_jenny

In colored scenes the dancing queens with lazer beams

So I was in Estonia.

It was cold as a lot of ugly words but the city (Tallinn, why go elsewhere?) was nice. There were a lot of very unfashionable people and pink houses. But who cares about that when there's a guy in a cocaine shirt, flip flop's and shorts casually smoking in the middle of everything? (The rest of the population was devotedly blowing on their frost-bitten fingers) I'm in love. Just a little, but still.

As always I ended up with about a million pictures of streets and houses that was incredibly useless the second I got home. Like "Street style - Street style". Boring.

Yet somehow the only picture I got of myself is in underwear with chocolate on my forehead. No comment.

_jenny (now flying solo. Emilia can come back now plz)

In the park we could go walking drown in the dark or we could go sailing on the sea

The week we spent in Göteborg (There's no uglier word than Gothenburg. Seriously.)

And well, this does not make up for an entire week. More like an hour. Anywho.. This was the part with us wearing makeup and actual clothes so... 

But I don't really like you, apologetically dressed in the best, but on a heartbeat glide

We're back (wohoo?)

Once built a steamboat in a meadow

_emilia & jenny.

Summer never seemed to come along and when it did, it felt all wrong

Tommorow, at 5:00 pm I will be out the door and on my way to a nice little market with mom and some old lady. Why? Because I'm crazy, and way to nice to my mom. Now you know that. And relieved after telling you I will return to drinking tea while listening to Bowie.

About the photo: A result of me falling on my butt, because of Emilias seriously unstabile heels, and picking some flowers. 

_jenny 

I have seen to many movies. I have read to many books.

Tonight, I oficially broke up with math. I realized we have nothing in common and that we don't understand eachother at all. It was better this way I guess. Instead, I spent my evening on my bedroomfloor, bonding with  dear old pen and paper. 

Stupid. But nice. So no regrets.

_jenny

I'm on my way on a train. Steaming along in the rain

With a bowler hat and briefcase, I ran away from home for the weekend. 

May gave us a cold rainy hug, so we spent the majority of the time inside with our dear television. Apart from the 10 minutes it took to shoot these photos that is.

_jenny

två flickor i huvudstaden

För att välkomna er till vår nya blogg tänkte vi bjuda på det vi gillar bäst. Oss själva (haha) och muffins.

_jenny & emilia