Another Spark Of Insanity?

I've had a thought that I just can't shake. A plan, you might say... I've currently not decided a 100% on whether or not I'm going to put the plan into action, but I thought I'd tell you about it anyway.

As a few of you might know I'm a professional Interior Designer. And quite frankly, I've lately become very bored with how my apartment looks. Don't get me wrong - I think it's beautiful, but my style has changed and I want the apartment to reflect that change.

However, I don't have any money laying around for a makeover, and that's where my plan evolved from.

What if... I put up all the furniture (and other stuff that won't suit the new style) for sale on facebook/finn.no etc. and get rid of it. Then, I use only the cash I've raised from the sales to buy the new stuff I want - and it ALL has to be second-hand stuff that I find on f.ex. Fretex, charity-shops, finn.no, ebay.com etc, or get given by kind people...  

What do you think?! Do'able? :D

What was that? You asked about the new style? Let me tell you: 

Funky. Groovy graphic design. Colourful and modern with a touch of retro.

I'm thinking lime, orange, brown, mustard-yellow mixed with oak, white and dark brown. 

And as always: Unexpected solutions ;)

How does it sound? Should I do it?! :D

The Battle of Domination!

In chess you have two sides battling it out. The fight between good and evil - white and black. When growing up we're kinda bombarded with this black&white image that that's how life is. You have the good guys - and you have the bad guys. The good guys are always depicted as someone grown-ups want the kids to look up to... To aspire to be like... To identify with. Parents always want their kids to grow up to be good guys. In chess, I've always wanted to be the white pieces. I kinda imagined that they were on the good side (plus that they got to make the first move ;) ) and that was very much to my liking.

Then you have the piano.....

...and you realize that you can play all the notes. Black or white doesn't make a difference - you control them all! It's kinda a dictatorian feeling, controlling both sides of the battle. ;) Can you imagine then, my disappointment, when I suddenly realize that there is someone in my house plotting to take over world-domination?! And he's even in camouflage-gear!!!

Scars

I spent a few hours in Oslo this weekend. Or, rather.. I spent about 24 hours in Oslo this weekend. ("A few" sounds like just two or three...) I took the plane down there on Friday to meet up with some wicked cool music promoters, festival-managers and venue-bookers from all over Norway. I truly had a blast, and loved getting to know so many inspirational people!!

But in all the sunshiny fun I had during my Oslo-visit - there was one thing I couldn't leave the city without having done. I took a walk to the building where I used to work a few years ago, and where the Oslo-bombing last July still bear its mark. I took a picture that I wish to share with you. And I'll try to describe the way I felt standing there - thinking about what happened the day a part of my life was attacked...

The first thing I notice is the broken clock. So many times in the past did I look out the window at my office and check that clock to see what time of day it was. If it was lunchtime soon, or how long was left until an exciting meeting was going to begin. Now it's shattered. As if time was fatally injured the moment the bomb went off. My thoughts go to the ones who DID die. And my eyes rests on the clock that stopped ticking the moment their hearts stopped beating...


The Government Central in the background is still bandaged. Its situation is critical and it may never recover from the injuries. I remember when I used to go in and out of that building for meetings or assignments all the time. And I think of the fact that the bomber had started planning the attack years ago. Years before I even started going in and out of the building. Right around the time where Utøya was a second home to me... And the bandages around the building becomes the bandages that keeps my heart from shattering.   


It feels terribly sad to stand there on my beloved Youngstorget and take in the emotions that crashes over me like waves. Terribly sad. But at that moment, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. I see the sunlight bring warmth to the damaged buildings. Like the wonderful people have brought warmth into each others lives after that shocking day. And I breathe. I breathe the cold, fresh air and start walking. I keep moving. Moving on... I've seen the scars, and I know that they are like my own. They're a part of me. And I step into the sunlight.