The other day I dusted off an old swedish cookbook from the 1920s (so you can imagine the dust) and looked up ‘cinnamon buns’. This comforting pastry is soft and spicy, just like the first days of autumn. Perfect with a glass of cold milk and some pinterest searches of the swedish countryside.
Nowadays, you can find the bun almost anywhere, but in the old days, all of the ingredients were so expensive it was considered a delicacy. Baking it at home wasn’t a common practice until the 50s, baked by housewives, and then it stopped being so common in the 60s as the women baking it started working.
This pastry is still celebrated in Sweden, and it even has it’s own day. This sunday to be more specific, the 4th of october. I baked them using the old recipe from the cookbook in the first photo, featuring almonds in the filling, giving them a sweet and nostalgic taste.
You can find the recipe in english over at Fanny Zanottis, my favorite (and now Sweden-based!) pastry chef.
Spring is around the corner. This is my favorite time of the year. Light creeping into every dusty corner of the apartment, small green buds swaying outside the window patiently. It is so wonderful and light and fresh, an indescribable feeling, certainly if you live in Stockholm.
Photos via pinterest, the middle one is by Ignacio Cadena.
One of my current blog crushes is Hjärtesmil, a norweigan girl living in London with the most enchanting instagram and blog. She’s so creative and talented and just seems so kindhearted. Just listen to the translation of Hjärtesmil: Heart smile. How not to like? Visit her right here.
For someone who is ridiculously interested in fashion, I’m the worst shopper. I always end up with buying nothing. I know some people would disagree (my father and grandmother among others) but I find myself always being so picky I can’t find anything. That’s why when I really obsess over an item, I’m the happiest you ever saw when I finally get it.
This pink, cotton candy-ish alpaca-wool coat from H&Ms trend collection that I got today is my ultimate love-purchase this winter. It’s sooo dreamy. I just want to spray it with sugary sweet-perfume and go lie down and take a nap in it. It goes so well with black tight Mouret-dresses and bare legs (well, in spring then..). It’s lovely, until it rains. But that wouldn’t happen, right?
Borrowed the photo of the coat here.
I wish this was a collection of my own since I would just love to get away for a couple of days but the lovely collage is by Anna Bond of Rifle Paper. I hope you’re having some great days off, I’m doing my best to relax but having worked all through december, the pile of clothes that needs to be cleaned and stuff that has to be done has just been growing.. December is nice but I can’t wait for January and a fresh new start!
Faux fur I mean. Like on these by & other stories.
Who dosen’t love a giant disco ball next to lot’s of foolscap?
The photos at & other stories always feel so alluring and contemporary, I just can’t resist them. They really put their clothes and accessories in different stories, one more enthralling then the other. I don’t know, I just find them super inspiring. Makes me want faux fur sandals, as if I needed that…
With that said – happy friday!
Chalet C7, a complete masterpiece in the Andes mountains in South America.
Chilly blue: meet dusty grey pink. Don’t remember which collection the look is from, please tell me if you know :)
If a location could be poetry, this would be it.
Bubbly floor lamps by Bauhaus-designer Max Bill.
Light snow sheets, long skirts, expressive chairs, tucked in mountain houses and playful lamps. It’s as if we’re on a modernist excursion some 2990 meters above sea level. Oh, the joys of blogging!
The most amazing cookie photography/packaging, by Früute.
Tauba Auerbachs enigmatic light and color combos.
The sort of pillow fights that should not just be reserved for films and kids under 8.
Friday! The weeks are rushing past in such an unbelievable pace, I can’t believe we’re almost half way through november.. In Stockholm, everything is pitch dark by five in the afternoon, there are no more (fresh) flowers in the marketplace and the stores have snowflake decals on their displays. It’s ok though, I like this time of year. At least if you’re well-rested. Otherwise, I’m in coffee-poisioning-mode most of the day.