Happy Monday people!
So let's talk-a de sveedish. I imagine Stockholm to be one of my spirit cities. And not only because of the supernatural house music scene, or because the citizens are bewitchingly, Cullen family-esque, beautiful. In fact, my mom has some Swedish lineage, raised us eating krumkake (that's actually Norwegian, but my grandmother was from Sweden and adopted by my Norwegian great-grandparents-- so it's complicated) and observed the traditional (though unofficial) Swedish holiday celebrating St. Lucia. As you can imagine, these tidbits of Nordic culture peppered on top of the heavy Latin American influence made for quite the colorful childhood.
So there you have it, the recipe for inspiration behind this post... enjoy!
My favorite Swedish friend at the Nats game a couple weeks ago:
My favorite look from my favorite Swedish blog (shouts to the Knockaround-esque sunglasses!):
And last but not least, the lady herself: my late grandmother Lucille Nelson. "Farmour" means grandmother (well, specifically grandmother on the father's side) in Swedish, and my aunt insists that her son's (my cousin) children call her by that name. The little ones' initial confusion was delightful, and I'm vacillating between having my own grandchildren call me the same, since it rolls off the tongue a little easier than "abuelita." #foreigngirlproblems
Over & out,
Gyps
So let's talk-a de sveedish. I imagine Stockholm to be one of my spirit cities. And not only because of the supernatural house music scene, or because the citizens are bewitchingly, Cullen family-esque, beautiful. In fact, my mom has some Swedish lineage, raised us eating krumkake (that's actually Norwegian, but my grandmother was from Sweden and adopted by my Norwegian great-grandparents-- so it's complicated) and observed the traditional (though unofficial) Swedish holiday celebrating St. Lucia. As you can imagine, these tidbits of Nordic culture peppered on top of the heavy Latin American influence made for quite the colorful childhood.
So there you have it, the recipe for inspiration behind this post... enjoy!
My favorite Swedish friend at the Nats game a couple weeks ago:
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| Cornelia loves sports. Jacket: 80s vintage from stepmother's closet Top: JCrew Jeans: Cheap Monday Flats: JCrew Accessories: Chanel wallet, Mikimoto pearls |
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| Peep more looks from this blog here |
And last but not least, the lady herself: my late grandmother Lucille Nelson. "Farmour" means grandmother (well, specifically grandmother on the father's side) in Swedish, and my aunt insists that her son's (my cousin) children call her by that name. The little ones' initial confusion was delightful, and I'm vacillating between having my own grandchildren call me the same, since it rolls off the tongue a little easier than "abuelita." #foreigngirlproblems
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| A luxuriant Lucy in her late twenties. If JCrew had an ad campaign in the 1930s... |
Over & out,
Gyps
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