I BEAT THE CAKE

Last weekend we went to a wedding on the Åland Islands (which feels pretty much like going abroad- to Sweden - only you're not, you're still in Finland. Sort of).


As you shouldn't dress to outshine the bride I gave it a go at outshining the cake instead - with lots of pink fluff! Thinking cotton candy, strawberry whipped cream...


Not fluff all the way though; first I had to fix the fact that I had laid my rollers bad the day before - stupid foam rollers that won't stay in place. I even slept with them on all well tucked into a scarf goddamit and I got a fluffy cotton candy head! (Which wasn't really the point with what I mentioned earlier as I was more thinking pink fluff in clothing, not hair...)


(Of course it was no real problem, only a change of plan; moments later hair was fixed and fluff was in the right places and right places only.)


This picture could be called "Ah, its so fun posing on the hotel balcony" but instead it's "my hair is partly baby-pink nowadays, see?" Because cotton candy is OK for hair if we're talking colour, not texture.Or that's what I'd say.


And you know what? The wedding cake actually was pink!
(I won, I had more fluff on me than it did :)


And the outfit;
Dress - this one (Queen of hearts from ModCloth). The petticoat is Vivien of Holloway (amazingly soft and fluffy).
Shoes - these ones, my Christmas gift Parikka's.
The bag is from Stockmann's, the pearls are vintage.

And it's only part of my fringe that's pink. Yet.

(I FORGOT TO PUT A HEADLINE ON THIS ONE)

My hair was pin-curled under a scarf for a couple of days to achieve a great big fluff (which it did, which the moist weather destroyed).

I tied the scarf with a little extra twist to get some more of those slightly exotic vibes into the grey sogginess* of the season; making a huge layered bow on top. (It was also a nice way to add some Carmen Miranda flair to an inspiration trip to the home decor and furniture supermarkets of the far-away suburbs.**)

I wear a scarf like this one with a pair of high waisted slacks and a basic shirt or boat neck tee for a less dressed-up, less carnival-like feeling (not that there's anything wrong with that, but anyway).



*)Note: ranting about ice and freezing cold is over, I will be nagging about how wet, soggy and slippery it is from now.

**) Can't wait for the big renovation and MOVE, my new kitchen, bedroom tapestry, mint green smeg; our new home. But as said before, more on that later.

MY KIND OF NINE TO FIVE.

Hey ohoy, my sweater has wings and my hair is real platinum blonde again! Yey.

You may think I haven't been too busy blogging lately.

That's because I've been busy doing others things.

This week, my nine to five. Although many jobs, I've never had a real nine to five one. (Except for six months of unpaid slavery at an ad agency, but that doesn't count since I had to do harbor work in the evening, thus it was a nine to twenty-two).

Well my nine to five looks like this: hot yoga at nine, a long lunch at twelve, the hair salon until five. (My friend recently quit her monthly wage-nine-to-five and started studying hair and make up, and gave me a nice ultra blond do just like I wanted). Today, it's pilates, sushi lunch and sock-pattern drawing for the factory.

I would've gone nine to five a longtime ago if I knew it was like this. Even though I'd prefer eleven. To four.
(I think I'll pul one of those tomorrow.)



(And no of course not all of my weeks are like this. I work like crazy. But I do get every third week off, paid, from the habrour.)