Monday 31 December 2012

Looking Back at 2012

2012 has been an ...interesting... year.
To be fair, it's felt like shit most of the time. Still. Good and bad I suppose, at the very least it's been eventful!



I have survived the last few months of uni, finished my dissertation, put my work together for the final exhibition, and graduated with a 2:1 degree. 

I have lost, and found, my inspiration to paint.

I left my flat, and found myself not feeling 'home' anywhere for several months. Settled in eventually though, and now I'm happily living with my boyfriend, his family, and a cat!

I've been between homes and between identities. No longer student, not yet employed.

I nearly got a job, but it slipped away. I still don't know what went wrong. No luck finding anything else so far.

I've been travelling between Norway and England a lot more than usual.

I have knitted a jumper.

I have suddenly got a massive makeup collection. Yeah, don't know how that happened.

I have watched I, Claudius and now know the first 5 Roman emperors in chronological order because of it. 

I have started to update my blog more than once a year (!)

I also got Twitter and Instagram.

I've learned basic Dreamweaver skills, and working on an artist's website. How exciting!

I have gone blonder, and blonder, and then short.

I have visited a nightclub! 

I've been on the back of a motorbike, and loved it.

I have been going for long walks in the countryside, and forgotten to bring my camera.

I have bent a spoon with my miiiiiind (a.k.a. ice cream)

I have been drinking a lot of wine. 

I have discovered drunkenness IS the road to happiness. Next year, I should probably get some help...

Happy New Year, everyone!
May 2013 be better than 2012 for everyone, whether this year has been kind or cruel to you. I know I'm hoping for a less rocky year, time to finally find my identity, sort my life out and learn how to be happy. I'm also looking forward to a year of more photography.



Saturday 29 December 2012

Just A Thought

My future and work situations have been a bit of a headache for me the last couple of months. I have been applying for many jobs I don't really want, but would rather do than playing at being a housewife with a small part time position on the side. I have considered teaching, but there is a problem; I don't particularly like groups of children. I don't mind kids, some of them are awesome, I just don't like them in packs. I'm not excited about studying to be a teacher. It seemed like a good step forward with a fine art degree, but it's a lot of work for something I'm not particularly excited about doing. It's the same argument I use whenever I pass a Vacancy sign at a hairdressers; yeah I'd get work, but it's a lot of time and money spent on education to do something I'm not suited for.

I have, however, been playing with the idea of getting some further education. Something practical this time. As in, something leading to job opportunities. Yeah I want to study history, psychology, more philosophy... all the fun stuff. But that would make me a mediocre academic, not a worker.

But what about cookery? Or catering? Or something leading towards that? I had a work trial in a kitchen a few months ago, and loved it. A bit depressing that pretty much all the food was pre-packaged and/or frozen, but hey. That's modern food industry I suppose. Maybe I could even do some business/leadership classes after that, and eventually end up with my own business some day?

Not saying I will definitely do this, but I am playing with the idea. Wondering if it's something I could get excited about.

Wednesday 26 December 2012

My English Xmas

Well christmas is a time to spend with family, and this year, I've spent it with my boyfriend's. It has been a lovely time, starting Christmas Eve with christmas telly, alcohol and wrapping presents. I also spent the afternoon making gingerbread, 2nd year in a row, while listening to a mix of English and Norwegian holiday tunes (with a big thank you, thank you, thank you to my dad and sister who got me Putti Plutti Pott last year, because that is a tradition I truly missed living abroad- it's not on spotify and keeps getting taken off youtube).





Then Christmas Day, we woke up before the sun (probably around 10) to open presents. Everyone gathered in the living room, still sleepy, and opened the gifts one by one. Even I got quite a lot, wich was a bit of a surprise, being a newcomer in the household and not technically a family member. This included a lovely pink furry lounge set from the grandparents and a Pandora bracelet from the family. I also had the most amazingly deceptive present from my mum - a notebook and some nescafe coffee, or so I thought. When we were finished with the opening and started tidying and putting away, I thought 'I'd like one of those,' and opened the box. Then I laughed. She really got me this year.

See, my mum has this funny habit of packing presents in misleading boxes. You can usually tell, because of some tape, a bulge, unnatural weight, strange sounds, &c. Not so this time. I swear she even got the weight right. What I found in the box was a lovely necklace, a mini marc jacobs daisy perfume and some mini travel containers for cream, toothpaste or similar size restricted 'liquid' substances.

Then it was off to my boyfriend's grandparents for dinner. The turkey was delicious, and the company amazing. We had crackers with lots of strange stuff in it (like a yoyo, that the boys fought about) and high quality jokes (Q: Who is never hungry at Christmas? A: The turkey - he is always stuffed) and also some very festive flashing earrings. Everyone with pierced ears (including boyfriend's dad) wore them, the boys put them on their jumpers like little nipple ornaments. Class.


Today, Boxing Day, we had some more family over. Once again a very relaxed party, spent playing iPad Monopoly and Just Dance 3. That is such an awesome way of making yourself look like an absolute idiot, which is what I expect everyone to think of me anyway, so I didn't care. Honestly, I've always hated joining in and doing things I haven't done before/am rubbish at, and I've got 2 left feet and no coordination, but I've been trying to get out of my comfort zone a bit more than I normally would lately. That is to say, do stuff I'm not comfortable with BEFORE I'm so drunk I don't know what I'm doing. 

More xmas telly and attacking the nibbles tonight, and that's christmas pretty much over for this year. I'm guessing I'll come back to my own family for a proper Norwegian christmas celebration next year, but until then, there's some time for new year's resolutions, getting a life, and generally staying alive. Not to mention I'm going for the 360 Photo Challenge in 2013, so lots to do, lots to learn.

Merry Xmas and Happy New Year everybody!
xX

Friday 21 December 2012

To my 13-year-old Self

If I could tell my 13-year-old self one thing, it would be to think about what she writes. Even if she's upset and angry and writing in what she thinks is a private diary. Because the written word survives, and it might end up hurting someone. Diaries are mislaid and turn up years later.

It is a bizarre experience to be confronted with something you wrote in a rage 10 years ago. Mainly because you really want to give the person who wrote it a slap. Thing is, people change. Feelings change. My 13-year-old self isn't me, not really. She lived, thought and experienced things very differently from me. Her priorities were different. Her life was different. She loved and hated very different things. She was short tempered, mean and stupid. And she could turn ink into poison.

From what I remember of the time, writing was a way of blowing off steam. I couldn't talk to my parents, wasn't allowed to shout, and NOBODY UNDERSTOOD ME. No teenager ever had the same experiences I did. Or something.

Writing to blow off steam?
Here's how to do it right.

Put all your feelings to the paper. Don't hold back. Get everything.
Once it's done, set it on fire. Watch all the negative energy burn away and disappear. You don't need it. Negative thoughts are not worth keeping. Who knows, you might even feel better.




Thursday 20 December 2012

Things are Things

Yesterday, I had a pretty bad day.
Determined to get to the bottom of the wardrobe, where quite a few things were just 'temporarily' placed when I moved in because I don't really have a better place for them, I discovered that things were not only cold in there, but wet too. On further investigation, quite a few of my things turned out to be attacked and probably ruined by mould.

That's a few of my coats, some accessories, fit flops and all but two of my handbags. The handbags were the hardest blow, because they were really very nice, not ridiculously inexpensive in their time, and one of the bags was practically unused and also last years christmas present from my mum. Needless to say, I was gutted.

Though it also forced me to think about the meaning of these material things I've been collecting. It's not as if it's stuff I use every day. OK so some of it s stuff I've used quite a lot and been meaning to dig out from the bottom of the wardrobe, and my fit flops... let's just say I've practically lived in them during the summer months of the past few years, because they're like flip flops but super comfortable.

But they can be replaced. Most of the stuff can be replaced. Maybe not the silk scarf my nan painted for me a few years ago, that was a bit of a loss. But the other stuff... none of it was that unique. Sure I'm sad, and of course I think about what this stuff cost when I bought it and how nice it used to be. But it's not the end of the world. At least not until tomorrow.

Things are just things. Some are more precious than others, but very few are essential.

mouldy handbag
I used to love this bag.

mouldy handbag
And this one. Great size for uni, space for everything.

Nooooo not the fitflops :'(

Monday 10 December 2012

YouTube moment of the day: Cat Falls Into Bathtub

I don't smile every day, but sometimes, something just comes along to make me laugh hysterically.
It's usually got something to do with cats.

Thought I'd just share this video of a cat and a bathtub, because it's cute. Enjoy.


Sunday 9 December 2012

The Breakfast Problem


I'm not a breakfast person. This might possibly be an extension of not being a morning person. When I've dragged myself out of bed, still half asleep and wandering around like a zombie, I simply don't feel ready for food. I'm not hungry, nor am I tempted to eat.

Still, primary school propaganda says breakfast is the most important meal of the day (though this may or may not also be a scientific fact), so an effort should be made to eat something.

Years of research (also known as Life) has resulted in this small list of breakfast options, containing predictable variations of the breakfast classics everyone knows and loathes (or maybe that's just me?).


Breakfast Smoothie
Admittedly, making a smoothie in the morning does take some time. Peel and dice fruit, add yoghurt and/or juice, blend, and clean blender. It can, however, be made ahead. My mother makes smoothie in bulk, and stores it in the fridge in convenient, portion-sized containers. All you have to do is take it out of the fridge and drink. I think it's a great way to start the day, all the fruity goodness is refreshing and can give you a much needed kick in the morning, and do i need to mention it's full of vitamins AND one of your five a day?
There are ready made frozen smoothie fruit mixes available on the market, which makes things easy. The good thing with smoothies is, of course, that you can add anything you like. I did a dead simple strawberry, avocado and strawberry yoghurt smoothie once, which sounds weird but tasted really nice.

Porridge
I know many people swear to oatmeal porridge in the morning. Horses among them.
I have a periodical love/hate relationship with it, sometimes it's really nice, other times I can't bear to think of it. Porridge is nice with a bit loads of sugar, though an interesting variation is using syrup instead, and when I was a kid I usually had it with loads of raspberry jam (enough to make it a lovely dark fuchsia colour). For healthier varieties I've seen suggestions to add fresh fruits and berries.

Cereals
The breakfast classic, and usually the last thing I want in the morning. I know cereals come in every flavour and variety, but more often than not, it's not very tempting anyway and I'd rather skip breakfast altogether. I think it's the idea of things soaking in milk that doesn't particularly appeal to me. Milk is one of the things I find sickening in the morning (no I'm not pregnant, I've been like this since I was about 8). A more appealing way is eating a bit of muesli with yoghurt and fruit. I like strawberry yoghurt and banana slices.

Bread, Toast and Sandwiches
I'm not a fan. Bread generally feels dry and tends to give me that 'grow in the mouth' feeling, making the classic Slice of Bread with Cheese and a Glass of Milk a definite no-go. Though there are some bread varieties and sandwich fillings I can't resist (as long as it's not too early in the morning). The classic bacon sandwich, for example. Or, to make it more interesting, a BLT. Bacon is also absolutely amazing with brussels pâté. As is watercress.

Pancakes, Crumpets, Waffles and other Sweets
Most of all remind me of a petit déjeuner - breakfast the French way. Something sweet with no more nutritional value than a cardboard box. Tempting, but you're probably better off not eating at all... But if you've got the time, you could make French toast using brown bread. I like bread with bits of grains and seeds. French toast recipes usually demand white bread, but this demand can be ignored. Personally I prefer the texture of brown bread anyway, because you still got some bits to chew on after it's been soaked in the egg mixture. French toast is great with any variety of jams, my favourites are strawberry and apricot.

Eggs
Not for me in the morning. Eggs make me feel a bit sick if I have them too early. Same with milk and cheese. Some people like them though, and personally, I think they're good for brunch or a very late breakfast. Egg and bacon is the classic I guess, though my boyfriend is partial to eggs and soldiers (soft boiled eggs with fingers of buttered toast to dip). In my family, the centrepiece of a late weekend breakfast is always a nice serving of scrambled eggs with chives, served with cured ham (typically the Norwegian Westfaler) or Danish salami. It also works brilliantly with smoked salmon. Another strange thing I quite enjoy is hard boiled eggs on bread with Norwegian Kaviar.

Full English Breakfast
I'll include the full English as a weekend/hotel option, because I could never have this regularly! Too much... Though it is nice for an occasional treat.
Eggs, bacon, sausages, mushrooms, a tomato, baked beans, hash browns, toast and, if you're not me, black pudding (to make it a full Scottish, add haggis).

Do I have to say 'serve with tea'? My favourite that is available abroad is Twining's English Breakfast. There are differences between the major tea brands, I find Twining's is the best for regular black tea blends, such as the english breakfast, earl grey &c, while Lipton is far superior when it comes to fruit teas.



Friday 7 December 2012

Home made cards Rock

Just found this card I made for my oldest cousin's confirmation. Thought it was quite cute, so I decided to share it before I delete the images.

I quite enjoy making cards. It's a nice personal touch for a special occasion.



Generation Instagram

I think I read an article somewhere about 'why instagram is killing photography'. The main point of it was that boring, pointless and dull photographs are made interesting by applying a filter, therefore this generation of aspiring photographers never learn how to take an interesting photo. After downloading instagram and running most of my existing iphone photos through it, I kinda see the point. But honestly, I don't think instagramming will ever actually replace learning photography, with a proper camera, without fancy effects and filters to make it look 'cool'. It has more of a social networking feel to it; upload photos of everything and anything. Se what your friends upload. Get 'likes'. Is it such a bad thing that there are tools available to let everyone feel they can create something beautiful, even without the talent? Surely, this has no effect whatsoever on professional photographers?

Outside the teenage no criticism <3 bubble, I think there are clear lines between popular instagramming and 'serious' photography. One is a bit of fun and available to everyone, the other is extremely difficult to achieve. Believe me, I'm still nowhere near becoming a 'serious' photographer. And even if instagram can make any old rubbish look presentable, practice makes perfect, and practicing framing and taking pictures will probably improve the eye for composition, which again is a step towards getting better at 'real' photography, art or layout.

All in all, yes, you do see a lot of rubbish about. But the feeling I get from the criticism of the phenomenon does resemble the common art snobbery that seems to make anything that is accessible to everyone bad art, or at least less valuable than that which is only accessible to the select few. If anyone can understand and appreciate it, it's bad. If just anyone can present a good looking picture, photography skills become less valuable.

Fun, fun, fun


Playing with instagram effects. Christmas display at Norway Designs.

The bar/bistro where we had dinner yesterday

Gathering at Wayne's Coffee

Tuesday 4 December 2012

Norwegian Winters and Me

View from the living room - rooftops covered in a layer of snow
View from the living room.
And SHUT UP about sunset photographs.
It's another cold Norwegian December afternoon. The temperature where I am is about -13. My first thought when I woke up today was to get a fire going.

For a Norwegian, I'm not very well adjusted to the cold.

I prefer to stay in front of the fireplace, with a hot drink and a nice, big blanket to a day of winter fun, fun, fun!

Or better still, hibernation.

Of course I can't deny white rooftops and fire creates a cozy atmosphere, now we're just missing a christmas tree and some fairy lights...


cozy fireplace 
THIS makes winter manageable.

Sunday 2 December 2012

Meatballs: The Perfect Sunday Dinner

One Purple Candle

Well then, advent. And candles.

Also the day I decided to make dinner. See, living in England, I occasionally miss Norwegian food. It's just one of those things. Meatballs for example. My dad's home made meatballs to be precise, with Norwegian gravy, potatoes, pickled beets... yeah. But I'm not sure about the recipe, so it's kind of a silly thing to make when you're cooking for 6. So I cooked it for 3 today. MOSTLY with ingredients you get in the UK.

Meatballs are really quite easy to make. Mince, an onion, an egg, and I used a little bit of maizena corn flour. Dad usually uses potato flour, but I thought corn flour would basically do the same thing. 

Pop it in a frying pan with a ton of margarine. This is a real difference between the way my family cooks and the way things are done in my boyfriend's family; at his house, you fry things with a little bit of low calorie fat spray. As little as possible. Here, you use a big chunk of margarine, then add some more. 

So unless someone interferes with my cooking, I use a mix between the two. I tend to use my judgement. I'll use low calorie spray if the buttery flavour isn't super important for the finished dish. Of course that means I sometimes subject a dieting woman to more fat than absolutely necessary, which is baaad. Guess I'm doomed to fail any diet, and should therefore probably make sure to stay fit enough to never need one.




Meatballs in the frying pan


Meatballs in the frying pan

Anyway. Norwegian gravy. It would have been an absolute disaster without food colouring, should have let butter and flour burn a bit before adding stock and milk. I also have a very difficult relationship with sauces - it gets too thin, then too thick, and then too thin again - but we saved it in the end, and the food turned out OK.

Now this is normally a cheap everyday meal, is it really fit for a cozy sunday dinner?
Considering it's pretty much identical to what I usually have as my Christmas dinner, I'd say yeah. If only because I don't care much for pork belly and can't stand medister sausages and balls (THIS is why I've got an English boyfriend - Turkey is so much nicer), daddy's home made meatballs is the only thing i'll eat. 

So here it is, my home made, festive Sunday dinner. I'm so proud.



Home made Norwegian meatballs with potatoes, beets and gravy

Also, for some strange reason I keep thinking it's Friday. WTF?




Saturday 1 December 2012

Atheist Pope

Just woke up. Had this really funny dream where I became the Pope.
The first ever Atheist pope!
Also, woman. I hear that's kind of a big deal in those circles.