Apr
25
Frothed milk
by Sofia - in Interior design
You know what I´m really dreaming of right now. Sipping my morning coffee, the one with perfectly frothed milk on top in the new apartment. I can imagine myself tiptoeing around the house when we have just settled in and gotten everything in it´s place. I will have the coffee cup cradled between my hands and I can inhale the feeling of a brand new apartment that I will from then on call home.
I remember my first days in new apartments very vividly. The giddy feeling of something new and good starting. When everything is still fresh and there are no chips in paint or dents anywhere. No scrapes and scratches. Those that you later on will eventually get and those that will be part of your memories. The ones that annoy you at first but then after a while you don´t see them anymore. Before that. When it´s all ahead of you but all just in place just the way you had wanted to and imagined it. That moment, that feeling is amazing. You can just walk around and think ” wow it really happened”. Because dreams do come true sometimes. Every time I have been in a new home I have thought ” Is this really mine?” ” Did this really happen?” and I love that moment so much. When you feel a little like you are in a dream or a movie and still at the same time you realise it is your life.
It does not mean that you need to have a penthouse on Park Avenue to have that feeling. I felt it in my first own apartment that was 26 m2. It was mine, it looked mine, it had all my things in it. I remember I first went in to the new home after coming from Milan ( I was working there sporadically at that time) and my mom had unpacked for me. She had bought flower boxes and gorgeous flowers for my windowsill. And ( this is a very vivid memory to me) she had bought a small cookbook about ice-cream Sundays with pink on the cover for my teeny tiny kitchenette. It is to this day one of my favourites. It was just so me. All of it. Knowing my mom she had probably lit candles and my dad had stocked the fridge I´m sure. But it was mine. It was not the first time I was living on my own. My brother had had two apartment before that and I had actually lived in both of them. In one when he went to the army I think ( I don´t know why and how he let me). And in one when he moved to Paris before starting University. But this was my very own place. And my oh my what parties, dinner parties, after parties and all sorts of gatherings I hosted there. I made whole three course dinners in that tiny kitchenette and brunches for big bunches of people I think back to now and wonder how.
The first apartment my husband ( then boyfriend) and I had together was also renovated from scratch as was the one that came after that ( that I was living in whilst writing this blog so you know that one well). The first one was in the same building as my first apartment so I sort of just moved one door down. We had old wooden floors that we painted white ( my dream)! I remember walking around the apartment with my bare feet after I had slept there for the first time. It was also the first time I moved in with someone. I had had roommates on my modelling housings many times but it was an always changing stream of us girls sharing apartments, people coming and going and all we had of our own things were the suitcases of clothes and make up we came and went with ( all though I always bought my own sheets and towels). Anyway there I was in the 80 m2 apartment sharing it with this guy I was madly in love with ( we actually bought the apartment after having been dating for about 6 months so I quite literally was just that… not that I´m not in love anymore but then it was the early lovebirds stage). I had come from a work trip and bought a huge bunch of pink roses. The apartment was quite empty as we had not shopped for all of our furniture yet. I remember thinking how lucky I was to have my dream floors. I have always loved wide wooden beam floors painted white ( now we have them on the island!). White floors and pink roses and the man of my dreams.
Apr
24
Finally the blog is fixed. There was some sort of a bigger situation on my platform but all is good now and luckily the blog has stayed intact.
I hope you all had a lovely Easter. We enjoyed some time in the countryside at our friend´s island, so lovely. I can not believe it is almost May! It has been a weird long wait for me as I am still on sick leave now with an operated shoulder and still waiting for the new apartment to be ready. But our move in date is etching closer and closer and even if I say so myself the place is starting to look pretty nice. I very literally can not wait to have a home again. It´s not like our lives would have been on hold waiting for it but it is a little different when most of your belongings are in storage. Now we are so very close I can almost feel it!
Also another season is upon us and I am so excited we are starting island season very soon. This weekend in fact. It is usually the thing I look forward to the most but this year the new home is taking precedence. But I am super excited about that too. It is my happy place as you well know. I can already feel the wind in my hair, the pinecones under my feet and hear the sound of birds chirping around me. I can smell the wood burning sauna in the air. Just a few small days away. So so close.
I hope you had not forgotten me even in my long absence!
Lattemamma
Mar
11
Bare ankles & pistachio ice-cream
by Sofia - in Random
Do you know what I just got a hankering for. Having slightly cropped pants, bare ankles and loafers on. The kind of weather when you can get way with bare feet in your shoes but can wear a cardigan over your blouse. Maybe have a scarf around your neck but sunglasses on. Those first Spring days when you can sit outside on a terrace for lunch and order a glass of rosé. It´s still not hot summer weather but warm enough to order a salad. I find that those in between clothes are most stylish to my liking. A little bit cool you actually have to get properly dressed up, ( and not too hot yet, the kind of weather when you can´t literally wear anything but a sundress and still feel too hot) but warm enough to not have to wear stocking under your skirt. I miss that right now. The good part is that that time of year is almost hear. Weeks away. And we all know how fast these weeks go in our lives.
