A new header!

Yes my friends! I've dwelled on this, what header I should use. I wanted to use my old style of header, with my home and changing it up with the seasons because it's fun and I get to draw silly things but thought I'd already had that and maybe I should go another route?

But when almost a year have passed and I hadn't found anything that have inspired me to make another style of header, I'm just going with what I still want. Simple, ey? 

So, here it is! Some of you may recognise it well and the rest of you, well, it's a somewhat accurate representation of my dwelling and what goes on in it. It's not quite finished, the shelf is empty and so on but I can't help myself so I'm posting it now anyways! 


Summer appropriate, of course.

Ellet goes international


Yes! It's time. I thought I'd just branch out just a little and make myself eligible for creating contacts extending outside the borders of Sweden, so I'm gonna start writing in English. I can't promise that Swengrish won't get into the mix, and I do realize that I, like the native Swedish speaker I am and by media inundated by both American and British English, will mix both versions of English because I most often don’t even consider what word is of American or British persuasion. I hope you swedies don't mind the change, it's gonna make my presence on the internets just a tad easier and easy is the way to go nowadays. 

Little by little I'm gonna translate the current posts on the blog into English and sort through and tidy up a little. I have to change all the labels and buttons and stuff, so that will happen over time too.

I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I think it's the right decision. Let's hope I don't change my mind and have to redo everything again later on. 


A Saturday


It’s Saturday morning. I have already bambi’ed over the ice to the gym, unreasonably early in order to ensure myself that no one else was crazy enough to be there. I was right, no one visits gyms at 7.30 on a Saturday morning, who knew haha. Now I’m lounging with my computer and my cup of caramel latte is a little too cool, but I’m still drinking it.

I think about the blog often. This seems to be the great struggle with the whole thing, to blog or not to blog. When I have thought about it lately, I’ve felt kind of blank inside, depleted of ideas or inspiration. But I’ll leave it, it’s better to let it rest a little when I’m feeling uninspired and then let it live again when I find the energy.

I don’t know what it is really. I feel fine, I’m out there being social, I’m doing stuff I like doing, but I just don’t feel the need to document it. Is it my age? Do you grow out of blogging? Have I gotten shyer? I have blogged since 2005 with varying regularity. My favorite blog was my more anonymous one where I could express myself a little more freely and joke around more about things I wouldn’t tell the public in my own name, but the less anonymous kind of blog has given me real life friends! That value!

The blog form is still my favorite, a little safe haven from the click-baity Instagram and the likes-chasing and two second long clips because no one wants to keep their attention to a single image for more than that. I mean, I use them too, but there’s not many options and I never really feel at home there.

The ultra-fast clicky stuff wins nowadays, and I’m not keeping up. I want to be slow and thoughtful. Write for the writing in itself. Yeah. I’m gonna try a little more, to do what I like. Yeah.

Saliga äro de saktmodiga, ty de skola besitta jorden. Eller hur?

Let us rejoice in the times of returning!

I sat there, one summer night. The apartment was filled with smoke, my eyes stung and the eerie fog witnessed that just mere minutes ago, a bag of popcorn had been burned beyond recognition.  My roommate soldiered on but had to give up after a few minutes and opened the patio door in order to clear the mists of stupidity in order to keep on playing his computer game.

Yes. Yesterday, I tipped things over in the kitchen to the degree that while I was trying to stop tipping things over and straightening the things back up again, I forgot a bag of popcorn in the microwave until it almost caught fire. Not my proudest moment, I might add.

While laying in my bed a little later, indulging in the sweeping smell of wasted carbohydrates, I realized that I miss my blog.

So let’s start the thing up again!