One of my closest swedish friends in London just had a baby!! I walked into her apartment, saw baby Isabelle, and didn’t know what to do with myself. I definitely didn’t want to pick her up, that thought scared me! Such a strange feeling as I love holding babies, but I don’t think I’ve been around a baby this young before?! She had just turned 2 weeks when I visited. I bought some fika (swedish word for cake with tea/coffee) at the curious yellow café down the road which was much appreciative. The chocolate balls had a hint of coffee and the kladdkaka (chocolate cake) was super gooey with coconut. Just how I like em. After staring at Isabelle for about an hour, my friend asked if I wanted to hold her and even though I still felt nervous it was all good once she was in my arms. What a fragile little thing! Seriously! She cried every now and again and kept looking for milk (I kept on saying I was the wrong woman for that..) and so I sat there feeding her for nearly an hour with a bottle.
Me and my friend spent hours and hours talking about pregnancy, her first few weeks, the future, switched to me and my life, my “problems” which seemed SO small compared to having a newborn at home.
I don’t think you ever feel quite ready to have a child, but I can’t wait till it’s my turn. Not now, obviously, but in a few years. The best compliment I have ever received is that I will be a great and loving mother one day. Those few words means the world to me.
Because Isabelle’s dad is a hairdresser I decided to give her this.. 🙂From Selfridges.
On Saturday we woke up bright and early and had breakfast before taking the train to Vordingborg in south Denmark to visit my Auntie and cousins. I don’t have a big family, but the family that I have are spread across Europe and Asia which makes it quite hard to keep in touch (thank God for Facebook/Instagram/Skype!).
We had a short and sweet tour of her tiny little town, ate Pho (Vietnamese noodle soup, the best) and just talked.
In the evening I spent a bit of time researching where to go for a late dinner. We definitely wanted to try and eat in the meat market cause it’s meant to be super hip and cool (haha) and that’s basically how I found Pate Pate. The restaurant had really good reviews so our expectations were high. Interior cool, service cool, so far everything was cool.We ordered drinks and 5 small plates of food to share. Burrata and tomatoes, super creamy and delicious Super cheesy risotto.
As I said earlier we had a few more dishes but it was quite dark in the restaurant and I hate using the flash on my camera, haha. Whilst waiting for our last dish we noticed our neighbours got their food served before us and we had now waited for a good 30 minutes. We were quite full by this point and got slightly annoyed over the extreme wait. When we finally received the dish we simply asked if they could delete if off the bill because we had waited too long and had to be somewhere. The waiter said no, so we kindly asked to speak to the manager who asked how long we had waited and apologised. Because of this little mishap my overall feeling of the restaurant is just.. meh. I don’t DON’T recommend it but I have been to better places.
During our meal G was texting with a friend who just happened to be in Copenhagen. Her boyfriend Troy had a gig and said “COME!”. We jumped in a cab and ended up at random basement club called Rust.
I hadn’t heard much of Troy’s music previously but I now get why the crowd went absolutely mental. His music makes you want to go a bit crazy, haha. He had some hardcore fans and I was SO grateful to be able to stand on the side of the stage!
Check out Troy’s soundcloud here!