The ordinary life of Tess: december 2009

2009/12/24

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself

A merry little Christmas now...

2009/12/22

Home and away

I'm in my bed now at mom and dad's place. Feeling dizzy and feverish. And I've sneezed so many times that I lost count...buhu.

At least I've bought all Christmas gifts, been to the hair dresser and finished + posted the PM that had to be written... so I can stay in bed tomorrow if that is what has to be done.

Even though it's nice to be home I can't help being so completely jealous of M and F who are spending Christmas and new year's in Guatemala and Mexico.

Got an e-mail from M and she wrote that she and B were about to take a nightbus from Palenque to Merida...And F wrote in her travel journal that she'e taking a volcano tour...

I'm wishing for lovely dreams tonight...dreams that will take me away...

2009/12/17

2009/12/10

It's been about 10 years since I saw my first live performance with Lars Winnerbäck in Gothenburg. If I before that wasn't absolutely in love with his music and lyrics I certainly was after that night.

It all started with the song "Med solen i ögonen". The radio morning show at P3 played it at about the same time a few mornings in a row. And the song touched me in the land between asleep and awake. It was impossible to resist his voice and the rhythm and the lyrics.

10 years later I still can't resist him. Even though his two latest albums doesn't touch me as his earlier work does I still enjoy and appreciate them deeply. He got the ability to put the most common and hardest feelings into words and in to magical lyrics...

...jag är en av alla dom som går och tror
att livet ordnas upp med tiden
jag är en av alla dom som kan ge upp
när jag är söndagkvällsförvriden
vad gör man då
jag är en av alla dom som ser nåt svårt
i dessa jämngrå vinterdagar
är du en av alla dom som vill försvinna
när det känns som mörkret klagar
så är vi två
och jag försvinner gärna just inatt

är det mörkret är det stressen är det vintern
är det Stockholm eller livet
jag är en av alla dom som tagit lycka
i sinom tid för givet
sen jag var barn
jag är en av alla dom som varit barn
men sen glömt bort den färdigheten
jag är en av alla dom som skyller sina
sorger på den här planeten
och den här stan
och jag vill vara lite mer för Dig inatt

men ibland så är jag fast
kan du känna likadant
att allt man gör är bara plast
och faktiskt föga intressant

och är jag ensam på en söndag blir jag dum
och mörkrädd mitt på dan
måste bort från tysta rum
och är du hyfsat likadan
kan vi gå vilse genom stan...

-Lars Winnerbäck-

2009/12/08

...with some decorations bought at Tiffany's!

No...maybe not at Tiffany's but at Queens, Spitalfield market, London.

OH, HOW I LOVE THAT STORE!!

You could walk around for ever and look at all the pretty stuff covering the walls and ceiling (and almost the floor as well) without even noticing half of the items.

I guess you could call it Tess-heaven!

Look at these beauties: