As soon as the spring has arrived and the sunbeams say hello, it’s tradition for my daughter and I to go to one of the most beautiful places I know of; Brevik. This little “cutie town” consists of small wooden houses, boats, tranquility and a pizza place – but above all; a big icecream factory inside the mountain (!), and therefore it’s also known as … Continue reading Ice ice baby
As long as I take a deeeeep breath, I swear I can feel the pleasures of my single existence bloom in a manic race with the dandelions in my garden. After yesterday´s extraordinary efforts of cleaning my playhouse external, I felt that my self-appointed status as Bob the Builder was a great start for today´s mowing. With my ears full of Spotify and a lawn-mowers … Continue reading Manic Monday!
I didn’t find a doll’s house when I took a ride to my neighbouring city, Skien, today. But at least I found the father of the most famous doll’s house at all times; mr Henrik Ibsen. He was born here, in good company with.. ehmm.. well. No wonder he’s still THE boss of this city, 110 years after his death – and even now, he’s definitely … Continue reading The Boss
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My house is a charming mess at times, but the door is always open for my daughter’s (and my own!) friends to pop in, and that’s luckily what they do. Continue reading Don’t buy the house; buy the neighbourhood
Summer of Stavran 