On my trip to Lapland I visited my childhood home. My grandparents were moved out of there couple of years back, my uncle bought the place and now it sort of sits there empty. Which is a shame. You can imagine how well I dealt with the visit emotionally.
(The emotional infant that I am).
Cross-section of weathered wood. Right the next to the house. There’s a group of birch trees and they used to surround this kind of swing. It was torn down when I was kid but I still have good memories of it. (Mainly of reading and avoiding the calls to do chores).
This is the barn. If you turned your head to 2 o’clock, you would see the main house. This building used to be red but has faded over the years. When I was kid, my sandbox, well a sandpile, was by this wall. The ground’s border runs just behind this barn and if you did full 180 degree turn, you’d see a building from 1880′s where my grandfather was born. That and rest of the buildings on that side used to belong to my great-uncle and when his widow passed away, their children sold the whole lot. To a doctor. Who then built a fence through the peninsula where our and their sides sit.
I’ve said it before and I say it now: I’m not so good with change. No, a correction, I’m not so good with some changes.
Today I had to go the police station to get my ID renewed which naturally meant having a new passport photo taken. Oh the horror! To minimize the possibe visual assault on the would-be-ID-checkers, I spent quite some time in front of my mirror and did proper makeup. With base and all!
Everything went well and the super nice guy at the police station even complimented me on the photo. Yay for me! To my eyes it was just ok, but it was still vast improvement to the normal standard of mine (Monica’s and Chandler’s engagement photo shoot, anyone?) and I felt pretty good leaving there.
Then I went to the local mall. I was just browsing but something weird was going on. All the sales clerks were super nice to me. At first I thought they were actually doing their job which doesn’t happen too often but then I started thinking; am I being treated differently just because I look (possibly) prettier with makeup on? If that is so, I’m so going to be wearing makeup everyday till the day I die and even then I want the funeral home people slap on all the stuff they have on my face and then insist having a open casket (which isn’t done in Finland but for me, rules must change).
Since I got the thought in my head, I couldn’t let it go. Rather like Sheldon with his pathological need for closure (yes, I watched last night’s episode this morning). So I came home, sat in front of my computer and removed the tape off the camera (healthy paranoia never hurt anyone). It was time to gather evidence.
It was time to see what kind of photos I had taken:
Time to try again:
Thrifty Finn, still looking like she always did. Next passport photo will be taken in a professional studio with world class photo touching.
Well this isn’t really recently thrifted but spoils from my trip to the huge flea market in Vantaa back in November. I bought this tray together with a vintage hat box and some Christmas decorations for a reasonable price.
I think it’s rather sweet.
But I’m selling it anyway. My friend pointed out that I can have either craft supplies or vintage goodies all over my apartment and alas, choices had to made.
When I had a look at this week’s photo challenge, at first I thought of going from beyond to behind. As in things I’d hide behind if I was playing hide and seek. I have bunch of pictures from my cousin’s 19th birthday, from few years back, which was held at her paternal grandparent’s place at the country and decided to use them.
I began processing the first picture and thinking about all those people who have lived there. The grandfather, who died not long after the birthday party, said just some time before his passing that he doesn’t want to go. Life is too good. Continue reading →
It’s been over a week since I last posted. But I had reasons. First I had my pre-op doctor’s appointment (of which I have a story to tell). Then there has been general life organizing going on and lastly, I’ve been grieving that Christmas is over.
It’s always so sad. Taking down the decorations, packing them away, thinking how you have 11 months before you can take them out again.
No presents in pretty papers for 11 months either. This is terrible. I can’t handle this. Maybe a picture of a puppy would help?
It does. Feeling better already! Meet Ava, 7-months old French bulldog. No one can do a stare down quite like Ava. Also, for a small dog, you wouldn’t expect her to be the Master of Space Hogging but she is. Funny story: one day I caught her licking my sister’s Moistmaker Sandwich while my sis was in the kitchen getting a drink. I didn’t tell my sister until the next day. I’m very proud of myself for keeping a straight face when she kept commenting how delicious the said sandwich was. Hey, one more thing to be proud of in 2012!
Seriously speaking, I should start taking the decorations down. But I don’t want to! Okay, I’m taking the decorations down but leaving the lights. And the tree. And the Christmas star in my window is such a hassle to remove so might as well leave that one in too.
Greetings from Thrifty “The Master of Rationalisation” Finn