Two months ago I was telling you the story that Sunny coffees are not from Norway – and now I have to eat my words. Guys, the past month Oslo has seen the amount of sun and heat that equals, maybe, to the five years of total sunshine in Norway. We hadn’t been talking about anything else than that. And we hadn’t been doing anything else than doing summer. In Scandinavian style. But I was also drinking coffee. And taking snaps of it. And snaps are for sharing! So here are my sunny coffees, in their summer style – in Norway!
Another thing of May was my take on decluttering: getting rid of old magazines. But before I can throw them away, I have to go through them, ripping out the important pictures. What counts as important? Something that inspires me. I don’t do visual boards, but it is good to keep them anyway. After one such session I got an aha moment. I put down the magazine, looked around me – and realized that so much of what I see is created by the material of my dreams. My tiny walk-in closet, the pastel-colored houses I see outside the window, my pink dress I use at home…
These magazines have been my old friends, traveling with me from one place to another (and I moved 5 times in Oslo, taking them with me every time). Once their images gave material to my dreams – and now my dreams give material to my life. As I start going through my old dreams (and I am a professional dreamer, I have a lot of them ;)), I shiver at the discovery how much of what I see now in my life coincides with what I had seen in my dreams once. Pure magic. Do you believe in visualization?
Among my favorite activities of early summer, besides sipping coffee on the balcony, reading an interior magazine and imagining I am in Provence :), is cutting my hair. It is not often I go to the hairdresser, maximum twice a year. I am kind of minimalist when it comes to beauty and self-care, I do little cosmetics and little/no hair treatment (good-bye, a possible career of a beauty blogger). I let my hair grow long – and before the summer begins, I like to get it cut, pretty short. The hairdresser usually gapes: “Are you sure? So much??” Yes, so much. And then I go home, shaking my head, letting the wind play with my curls. It may be silly, but I feel 10 years younger after loosing some 7 cm of hair. This is how summer must feel to me: easy and breezy like the wind in my hair.
To sum up the past month there would be only one word: summer. To sum up my summer doings there would be three things, according to this post: coffee, old magazines (and dreams), short hair (no care). Impressive. I start to look like a real minimalist. Never had that intention – but here we are 🙂
What are your favorite summer doings? What do you snap pictures of these days?