…that comes & goes.
I decided to see what I actually do during a week. The best way to do this is of course to check the photos in your iPhone. Behold – my last, and maybe not very exciting week.
Waking up at my hotel in Milan at 06.00. The driver picks me up at 08.00 and takes me 40 minutes out of the city, to Rotolito, where the printing of our next issues, (yes we are doing three of them at the same time), of STIL is taking place.
It takes time. More time than we were hoping for and we spend 14 hours adjusting colors. A little bit more red here, some more yellow there, maybe just a touch of black…
It is midnight when we get back to the hotel. Everybody goes straight to bed but I just have to take a 30 minute walk. On my own. To breathe.
Milan. Not my favourite city in the world. But some things there are quite impressive.
Throw away. Start again. We do waste a lot of paper before we are happy.
Magazines. I see them. I smell them. I love them.
Waking up. Same procedure as yesterday. Only difference that I’m flying back home in the afternoon. Realize that I won’t have time to see the printed covers before I leave. Bad. But I have my printing experts in place for the rest of the week. They will do a far better job than I could ever do. Still hard to accept for the control freak who lives inside of me.
Coming home late afternoon. Tired. Happy to be with my little family again. J spent last week in Barcelona and we just missed each other at the airport last Sunday when he came back and I left.
Done. For this time.
Having a look at some new collections for ss 15. Falling in love with the pieces from The Case Factory. Yes, I have a thing for snakes and other reptiles. It is nothing new. I even had a pet snake many, many years ago.
Snakes in all shapes and colours…
Real snake with blue stains. Perfection.
Also fell in love with the long pink dress in the middle of the first rail. Pink is not a favourite, but this is. From Swedish Menckel.
Workshop from early morning to lunch with some colleagues. A new magazine will soon see the light. Always thankful to be asked to give my input, to be able to be a part of something new. And great to sometimes have another reader than my usual in mind. Some hours of popping out ideas and thoughts in a crowd where you can be really free and have the opportunity to think after talking.
Some people would say that you need to think before. I think you need to do both. First, just let it out. The very first thought, before you actually start thinking about it, might be genius. Never hold it back. But always be prepared to take it back.
Nothing to show though. It is all very, very secret.
Getting inspired by the absolutely gorgeous Carolyn Murphy in this issue of The Edit.
Woken up by a sound, that at first, I couldn’t identify. Probably since it was totally new to me. It was W. Sitting by the table doing his homework.
Spent the main part of the day emptying the boat. Feels like it was only yesterday she went into the water for the season and I was preparing her for all those lovely summer days and nights out in the archipelago. Now she is going back up on dry land. Hate it.
Woke up on Saturday morning and felt that he wanted to do his maths homework. My fantastic, peculiar, wonderful and very special child. Full of surprises.
The days when I can leave the city behind like this are over. For now.
I would prefer not to talk too much about my Sunday. But just to give you some kind of idea. It included: Waking up at 06.00. Football.
Did you get that?! Sunday morning. At 06.00. And the reason is football.
I have always, without any real supported reason or argument and therefore quite unfairly, thought that ”parents who are really involved in their children’s sports activites (and maybe the starting time of the same) are of another kind of species than myself”.
Now, after a visit in this world and the experience of it, I can confirm that: ”Parents who are really involved in their children’s sports activites (and maybe the starting time of the same) are of another kind of species than myself”.
Or I could also sum it up like this: Madness.
Some figures from the week.
I have been:
- Times transporting myself by scooter – 14.
- Kilometers spent running – 22 (I wish I could write 42 km, but 22 it is).
- Dinners cooked – 5.
- Times shopping for groceries – 6 (Bad planning).
- Hours slept – definitely to few.
- Times kissing my family – uncountable and still never enough!