Sep
29
The other night
by Sofia - in Random
I saw him there. Just standing alone against the darkening night sky. An outline against the white walls of that big church of ours. It was otherworldly to hear the first notes resonate through the Senate square. A lone trumpet crying in to the night. It´s sad notes filling the empty streets. No one to listen but me and my daughter. But we heard him. And it touched me somewhere deep inside where I was already feeling raw and sad and unnecessary. Those were the notes of someone needing to let it all out. The sound of a cry or of relief. Of getting rid of the pressing ache in him. Maybe they were notes to a loved one passing or notes to reassure anyone of anything. Maybe it was just his need to be heard. Maybe they were the cords of love and happiness that I interpreted through a filter I was feeling. A filter of letting go.
And then I told my daughter we could walk slowly and he could play us home as far as we could hear him. Home was warm and light and filled with my loves, my husband and my girls, my family. At times like these when we sometimes have to let go of things not meant for us anymore. When we have to let our dreams just slip through our fingers even if we try to hold on tight. At times like these it´s such a comfort to have love and to have people who help us interpret our feelings through music, through art, through movies and dance.
I needed to walk by as a lone man stood on the stairs playing a trumpet in to the night.
Lattemamma
The dark part of the picture is actually the church stairs.

Sep
14
Can we talk about Fall
by Sofia - in Random
Can we just talk about how lovely it is that the weather is getting cooler and we can pack away our summer dresses? I know so many summer lovers, great friends of mine, who will not like this post. But hey I don´t discriminate against your thirst for tanning and ice-coffee. Fine, I love that too! But Fall! Pumpkins, apple pies, rain hitting hard against our windows. Taking out all your cashmere sweaters and socks. Fall fashion! In Finland winter dressing is not always so lovely as it gets really cold and you have to actually bundle up to save yourself from freezing. But Fall. The season of the best outfits. You can wear your lovely knits and a pretty beanies but don´t necessarily need a coat yet. I have plenty of timeless clothes to choose from so I don´t shop for a whole new wardrobe every season, but I often find something that I love to brighten up my wardrobe. This year I found a knitted skirt in a Chanel style boucle ´ish fabric in pale pink, white and navy. I will wear it with heavier denier tights in navy and my navy ankle booties as soon as it gets cooler. Perhaps with a pale pink cashmere jumper and a navy beanie. I like how it´s very feminine but also quite casual and sporty. And the most comfortable skirt ever. Other than that skirt, and the floral dress I bought earlier, I think this year I will mostly shop in my own closet.
Picture is this free printable.
Do you always buy plenty of new clothes and new outfits or do you collect a more timeless wardrobe little by little?

Sep
8
I was asked by a reader to write about face masks. Obviously I don´t have any more knowledge about them than anyone reading online. I´m not an expert and this post is not taking any stance in if they are useful or not as there seems to be a debate. To me it does seem like common sense to at least try. In Finland we have a recommendation to use a mask in public places where you can not easily social distance from others or have to stay in the proximity to strangers for prolonged periods. Public transportation and busy grocery stores were examples. The recommendation is for kids over the age of 15 as it was feared that younger people might not know how to use the masks correctly and thus cause themselves more harm. My kids come home from school in a tram and even if they are under 15 we have taught them how to use their masks correctly and to wear them if there are plenty of others in the tram with them. Usually there are not at that time of day.















