Travelling Tired

Packing our bags for a short trip to the Faroe Islands where I was born. We're going up there to attend a wedding & I can't wait to set my feet on dead volcano land greener than you can even think green. But I'm tired. Soooooo tired - as yesterday we did go out us fab five. & it did get a little late before I came home & I did have to get up way too early bird. Really trying my best to pull myself together. Must pack before I sleep. We have to be there before the devil put's on his shoes (danish expression for f****** early).

So why am I in front of my computer now & not packing. Because I have no idea what to wear for the wedding. & I need a little inspiration & a rainbow fix. Bear with me.

Celebrating Wednesday on a Tuesday

So a few years ago - before Ella. Wednesday used to be my favorite day to go out. Just because I could I guess. But also because it seemed as if it was easier to have a good time, when the bars weren't too crowded & you could dive into long and interesting or sille conversations that would grow as the alcohol went in & brains shut down. I don't know how many thursday mornings I have lost due to excessive partying on wednesdays. But I don't regret it. It was fun. These days I do most of the little going out I do in weekends. But as it has been forever since the girls got together to chit and chat we decided to go out on a tuesday. Probably the worst day ever to go out. But I'm leaving for the Faroe Islands & therefore it is now or never. We will pretend it's wednesday so watch out Copenhagen - here comes lovely awesomeness in the shape of 5 yummy ladies in high heels & more...

Best friends & Better halfs

Rainy Sunday

Tassels & Moustaches & den som