First snow. Something purely virginal about this. The covering up of the sacred heart. Or hiding some magnificent truth.
First snow.
It is a thing, completely in its own right.
This weekend has been a long weekend. A rehearsal, concert and rehearsal on Friday, followed by a supreme evening with the girls, then dad's birthday and a party Saturday night, and today had a superrrrrrr meeting and then saw my cousin's girls, for cake. This is all fine, however, sleep has been a rare visitor. Friday night woke up around 5am and couldn't get back to sleep, work thoughts. Last night listened to Phantom with mum till half 6, after the party.
And so, tonight I will sleep. I need to sleep. Snow makes me sleepy.
Some strange serenity. A pause of a kind.
I have an interview tomorrow at 11 and then some library time, getting music.
I'm back! Again. My second return in a week, or something.
Tartu was super.
It's our university town in the south of Estonia.
I stayed with some old suuupper friends, and it was so lovely I could almost die.
Both nights revolved around food, tea, food, tea, and chats, more tea and lots more chats, and boardgames. In short, an ideal combo!
It's strange how you have some people with whom it simply doesn't matter when you saw them last, or where or why or whatever, point is, you gel, immediately.
And it's one of the basic fundamental joys of the human life I think. Or at least, I regard it extremely highly.
And so I'm back in the capital, where it's warmer and less snowy.
I got the 7:46am train back with K. which meant a 6:45am wake-up, and now I feel almost like I've never had any sleep ever.
But seriously, this was a super duper 2-night break. So much delicious food, and lots of good atmosphere.
Also, shoutout to "Jane" for being a wonderful-wonderful hostess lady person! (Pingviiiiiniiiiid)
And now my cat is licking his little cat balls in a patch of spring sunshine. (...Too poetic not to share, sorry!)
Now it's tea-time and food time, and then I'm going to the gym, to run on a sunny treadmill and pretend it's warm enough to do that outside. And lift my weights, like a machine.
Happy Tuesday, guys!
Go, adventure. M.
Central-Estonia on the bus journey to TRT and snow, snow, snow. Happy mid-March!
Groceries in the bike basket. Simple things
Evening walk last night in the freezing cold. I really liked the lighting on the bridge
Hardly moring, but oh well. My porridge, Classic FM and I are having a great time.
And today I'm going to (London-)town with AJ, for some tea at this place (http://www.camelliasteahouse.com/) and a little snowy walk in town. I've spent way too much time indoors with boxes.
Last night was gamenight. We played 3 games of "Reis ümber maailma" which means "Trip around the world". And it was brilliant.
The other day I had flowers in my hair, and had the most fun-inducing pony-tail.
I hope you're having a good day. And if you can - play in some snow.
So once again, it's snow-day. An actual snow day, even to a Norseman. Sunday, the Snow Day.
I am declaring today No-sh*t-Sunday. The reason for this is simple - I have some crap with the moving business. But I'm learning from my own mistakes and I'm not going to preempt and go crazy over something that hasn't yet happened, even remotely. So I'm going to wait and see till I hear some more, and then decide how to proceed.
But for now, it's absolutely the super-official No-sh*t-Sunday.
And I really want to dye my hair darker. All in my plan of becoming a Nordic Warrior, you know. Obviously.
So for now I'm drinking coffee, and apple-raspberry juice, watching some Kardashians and staring at the snow. This day still has time to become useful.
So I always find that after I've changed my hair, either cut it or dyed it, I wake up the next day thinking "is this ACTUALLY nice?" Especially the times when I've done it myself. Like yesterday.
So this morning was one of those.
But luckily I'm still pleased with having a whole bunch of hair in the bin and not on my head anymore. Also, can I just say, the joy that I feel for being able to have some of my hair in front of my face is unbelievable.
It's snowing fairly decent amounts today. And because it's -2 the snow is actually staying with us. And therefore I've declared today a snow-day! And a hat-day!
And it continues!
The list I wrote yesterday has absolutely not been fulfilled.
However, I realised that late-brunch and watching Dexter in my room with A. was much more pleasing. Besides, it was snowing. Okay, none of the snow stuck, but slush crap falling down from the heavens is not an ideal circumstance for being useful.
Sounds pathetic, having just returned from Tallinn, but hey, whatever.
So now A's gone to town, and I'm back to the packing mess!
The clothes are getting it hardcore today.
There's a YES-pile, a Give-to-someone-else-pile and then the "project"-pile, stuff I need to do something with, alter and so forth.
Energy FM, my trusty trusty friend, is blaring tunes into my ears and so it goes!
Nicki Minaj just finished telling me "starships were meant to fly".
Thanks.
I've also managed to get some boxes today from our local shop, on our street. We kinda know the guys, you know, popping in and out, saying hi, so they were super-super friendly, and I got all my boxes! And they said they were sad I was leaving London, and the street.
And also, I went on the Nike website today and to my pleasant suprise found the January clearance waiting, longing for me.. Oh, yes. So I found this pair, picture below. Like -30% and apparently, really really lightweight, perfect for hitting 'dem miles.
A's back now, and I'm packing, still. Classic FM is playing.
I was thinking you know, that I need to take it quite easy, with this packing, and moving. I'm nearly done. My clothes are in like, 4 boxes. And I mean, this is going quickly. I sorted most of my stuff in December, so there isn't that much tosort, per se. And I think I thought I have much much more stuff than I do. So I now need to calm down, and take more time with this. Pack a bit, and then pack some more. Not do this quickly. I'm not in a rush, I'm not in a hurry. I'll take my time saying goodbye, and untying all the ribbons, solving all the knots. And it will be great.
But seriously, it's 9:25pm, and I'm not far from being finished. Which is unheard of. So I'm improving and for that I've awarded myself this blog-based break, in which I shall also eat, to then carried on. But point for me, woo!
Today was a great day.
I will, however, write more about all this soon, since it is 2:18am all of a sudden. I'm packed, washed, and dried, and ready to get a few good hours of sleep.
Fly, fly, fly. M.
Also, mega soz for the extreme concentration-face - i was just finding it very hard - apparently - to get the hair into the photo. But yayyy my DIY-bleaching sessions (yes, there were two) paid off, at least I'm really pleased. Ps, microwaved olive oil, rubbed into hair/dry ends does help. Goodnight!
So.
Nordic music is shifting the plains of my heart and soul right now.
Björk's "Bachelorette" is actually the first music video I remember seeing. Then I forgot about it for at least a decade, and then it made a comeback. I still can't put my finger on what was it about this video that literally burnt into my brain like acid. The colours and the cinematography, but something else. Maybe one day I'll figure it out. And Björk as a symbol, and Björk as a creative force. Or just a force of nature.
Sigur Ros just makes me really happy, and really sad (or maybe it's nostalgia?). And it makes me feel like snow. One of my friends once wrote somewhere that their favourite thing, or favourite music (can't remember) was listening to Sigur Ros on untouched snow. Actually it might have been some other band entirely. But that's beside the point. It makes me miss winter. Which is fairly rare, for the simple fact that if there's something I like less than autumn then it's a long, dreary winter. But Sigur Ros for some reason makes me miss all thing wintery.
Their music reminds me of a night when I was 15, going on 16 and it was I think the 20th of January, if I'm not mistaken, or something along those lines. That night I had attended my first rave ever, it was in a big warehouse and the blinded-by-the-first-love-of-my-lifetime-first-boyfriend was organising it with his friends. I was dropped home around 6am. And I walked home, with my mahoosive black winter coat that I still have and it makes me look like a bear-hunter. I was wearing some flamed DCs (?) and neon yellow gloves. And I had crimped hair. And so I walked home, across freshly-fallen icy, shiny snow. It was the clearest night I can remember in my life. The sky was so dark blue, like I was under a huge duvet. And the stars were all there. And my street looked like a Hollywood-set on a Sunday, so desolate, and peaceful. Like it was catching its breath. I used to live on the most beautiful street on earth. It was the smallest little street, so tiny that even taxi-drivers found it hard to locate. No one ever noticed it. A pedestrian and a car didn't fit at the same time. And that street looked good all through the year. I could probably cry human tears thinking of walking home from the bus stop, spring, summer, autumn or winter. It was just so sheltered and so beautiful in its small-small scale. And so I walked home that night, almost 8 years ago. It must have been around -25C, but I took my sweet time, because it was the most perfect walk home. And I was so - happy. There is no other word more fit to explain what I was feeling. Just steady peace and quiet happiness, at the fact that I was warm, I was calm, and I knew I was loved. And the snow. The streetlights were still working. And the air was just frozen in this serenity that only winter holds.
Sigur Ros remind me of this night. God knows why.
Sigur Ros remind me of home, and snow, and lots of space, and plains, just wide wide wide.
The sound of Lykke Li's voice does something very dramatic to my insides. It's hard to put a finger on or explain it, so I won't attempt either. But it does something. Literally shifts something. It moves me. Some things that do not usually move are moved, physically. Wounded Rhymes album is just another thing. That's all.
Homeboys. EWERT AND THE TWO DRAGONS. If you're not familiar with them (of course with the chance that you don't like this sort of music at all, but maybe you do), I really do recommend. The levels of musicianship are just crazy. CRAY-Z. I like EVERYTHING about this song. And I mean, EVERYTHING. Even the fact that the lead singer looks so much like one of my friends, which just makes the whole experience so much better.
