Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Signs of life

Hej *vinke*

Jeg er ikke død. Jeg har bare holdt fri. Og været på Færøerne. Det dør man ikke af; til gengæld er der en vis risiko for at blive overvægtig. Men det må vente til et senere indlæg - skal lige have sorteret 460 billeder først (en del af dem taget af en 4-årig veninde, der er både bras og genialitet imellem, kan ikke helt bestemme mig men tror måske hun har potentiale til at blive en bedre fotograf end moi)

Har også tapetseret lidt mere; vi er ikke nået til at male endnu men det bliver sandsynligvis ikke haremsfarvet (kan ikke bestemme mig for om jeg er skuffet).

Da jeg tapetserer sådan lidt efter fingermalingsmetoden ser mine hænder efter en dags hårdt slid ud, som om nogen har glemt dem under Andesbjergenes brændende sol. Men SÅ er det jo godt, at jeg i USA købte den smarte version af Helosan's kopattesalve. Se bare lige her, hvor langt man kan komme med fangsy navn og trendy emballage:

Danish product. Has looked this way forever.
Farmer needs never search long for it;
bright blue colour ensures it stands out between
all his...ehm....cow accessories.

American product. Udderly sMOOth.
Fancy packaging ensures popularity with
consumers, perhaps less so with dairy farmers
but am sure it comes in gallon sizes as well. (?)

Men alverdens smarte emballage og nette ordspil kunne ikke hjælpe på ydmygelsen ved kassedamens gennemtrængende stemmeføring, da hun sagde "Mam, I've put your udder cream in the small plastic bag on top".  Følte mig en anelse kvæg-agtig, lige der i butikken...

@N - I am not dead. Not even over-worked. I took some time off, and jetted off to the Faroe Islands because I am just that kind of jet-setting, leave-at-drop-of-hat, spur-of-the-moment kind of girl.  Or rather, I had a party invitation and also some vacation time due that had to be used before May 1st. Spent a lovely long weekend there (will blog about it later, there are some pics you will just love), and the rest of my time off I spent putting up more wallpaper*. And there's more still to go.  But that just gives us more time to consider the whole harem theme (which I somehow don't see happening, and I can't make up my mind to feel disappointed or not :-).

Anyway, I am quite a sloppy wallpaperer (yes, that is totally a word) and my hands get rather dry. Ta-daa, enter udderly sMOOth which I picked up at HyVee. We have it in Denmark, too, but the American version is a lot fancier - see photos above.

But all the fancy packaging and product naming in the world didn't help when the "friendly" (grrrr) cashier informed me in a voice that carried incredibly well ,"Mam, I've put your UDDER CREAM in the small plastic bag on top".

Mam just collected her mammarian purchases and slunk out of there...

* slow progress can only partially be explained away with lie-ins, evenings in the sister bubble and catching up with friends. Am the slowest wallpaperer (that is still a word) in the world...

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Eksotiske far

Dagen i dag bød på tapetsering. Og drøftelser om farvevalg til det rum, vi var ved at tapetsere.

Mig: "hvad med sådan en helt lyseblå farve?"

Far (på virkelig jysk): "nej! Det er sår'n en rigtig haremsfarve!!"

Mig: "ehm...hvornår har du nogensinde sat dine ben i et harem?"

Far: "ja, der var da dengang i Yemen. Og si'jenhen..."

Okkeja, far. Som aldrig (udtales [åller] på jysk) har været i Mellemøsten. Eller noget, der bare kan minde om et harem. Men altså har helt, helt klare harems-associationer til farven lyseblå. En ydpræget haremsfarve, if ever there was one.

Senere:

Mig: "nåmn, hvad så med lysegul? Hvad minder det dig om?"

Far: "påskeæg"

Lur mig om ikke den væg ender med at blive "modehvid".

We were wallpapering a room today. And discussing what colour to paint it. I suggested pale blue, but my dad veto'ed it. Apparently, that colour is just waaay too harem-like. "But dad, when have you ever set foot in a harem?"  "Well, there was that time in Yemen. And others since then..."    Ummm, yup. Right dad.  Who, for the record, has never been to that neck of the woods (that was Chandler, remember?)  But pale blue just screams "harem" to him.  So I asked what he thought of pale yellow, what did that remind him of?

"Easter eggs"