Remember how I was contemplating moving into a studio space? Well, I finally did it! I’m here! SQUEALS! I have this tremendous sense of giddiness (sp?) as I sit here looking around at these blank walls. What can possibly fill them? And what projects will emerge out of this room? Hopefully, so so many! I didn’t really think that this would happen but I recently met a pretty awesome group of creative women (a major answer to prayers) and two of them–photographers–invited me to share their space with them. After much contemplation I’m here and I couldn’t be more thrilled. We’re planning on lots of fun projects to improve the space as well as hosting events, and even using it as a shop to sell our stuff. So yup, that means my paper flowers and other goodies will be on display and you can drop in to check ’em out and make your purchases in person. There’s a “Fotostudie” sign up in front until we think of a name for all of us. Come check it out at Turesensgade, right by that beautiful park at Nørreport.
30 til 30:
Next announcement: I turn 30 in 30 days. YIKES! That calls for some type of, uh, celebration I suppose. I decided to celebrate in the form of crafty insanity and replicate my 24 days of Christmas crafts. To be exact that’s 30 crafts in 30 days for my 30th birthday. Sound right? I’ll post my 30 projects weekdays until the 11th of June (the big day. gulp!) Today is day one. A friend is throwing a Mexican themed party so she asked if I could help out and I thought it’d be a good excuse to get my craft on so I planned a pinata. I absolutely love the colors together. I’ll work on a tutorial for you guys because they are seriously easy though a bit time consuming. Snaps to those pinatas you buy at party stores for like $7. I have NO idea how they can charge that little.
Stay tuned for more crafts next week as well as more photos of the new studio space!
Paul and I just decided to take a little road trip around the island of Iceland. We’ll be taking the southern route and ending up at Jökulsálón, the glacier lagoon. We are stoked! Thank you for all your tips on Iceland. It seems like everyone who has been here has loved it and I can see why. This place is phenomenal. I’ll most likely be silent for the next few days as we will be *deep breath* CAMPING.*
Remember this teaser? Yes, I realize it appeared to be a pregnancy announcement. I mean, it would make sense. BUT, it was really to introduce this:
I was honored to be asked to contribute to the premier issue of the beautiful Kinfolk magazine and I’m even more stoked now to have written an article with my husband, Paul, for their latest issue. We were asked to do a 2 week experiment where we would eat breakfast every day together for two weeks, something we admittedly do not do (do you????) and then report about it. Hilda took our pictures, of course.
Well, it was the coolest thing because we wanted to bring meaning into it so we thought of my grandparents, Carl and Dorothy Bradshaw, who were the sweetest, most pure, angelic people you’ve ever met and thought about how they would have done it. My grandparents were really the bomb. I wish you could have known them. Like, they were cool. They raised goats in the middle of LA for crying out loud! We interviewed my mom, aunts, and uncle to find out more about Carl and Dorothy and it was so revealing and comforting. Each one of them thinks they were angels on earth. Just hearing my aunts and uncle talk about them made them feel like they were here with me again. Smiling. My grandma used to write me letters saying, “I wish I was a little bird perched on your shoulder and could see the things that you see.” And she would mean it. I wish I would have had the chance to interview them fully while they were still here so I could learn how they do it. If anything, this experience made me want to value the relationships I have right here, right now and treasure the time that we spend together. And now that I’m getting all thoughtful with this post, I remember hearing a podcast by a lady I admire. She was talking about how when she was raising her kids she would take advantage of the time she had in the car with them, shuffling them around town and create conversation. She made those moments meaningful. Sometimes I think about that and wonder if I’m using my time well with my husband and those whom I love….Or am I instagraming?!?
I encourage you to check out the latest issue. It’s beautiful. Order here or, let’s be honest, you’re probably Anthropologie a lot, so pick one up there.
Above…we finally got our copy in the mail today (15 days to ship from the States, Mr. Postman?!? ). And the intro video is delightful.
I’m back in Copenhagen to find that spring has finally sprung! I’m writing from our terrace–completely useless in the winter but so beautiful in the nicer months–and finding that the apple tree and lilacs are reaching full bloom. I must describe the royal wedding weekend as a nothing short of beautiful. The wedding itself was perfection with beautiful words spoken, amazing music, and a great collective spirit in the air. Though I’ve been to London a couple of times, I never quite saw the beauty I saw this weekend. The people were charming, the weather was surprisingly bright and cheery and I loved being spoken to in English. I have tons more photos from the trip but today I’ll highlight our booths at Portobello. After the ceremony on Friday we took our bags over to our booth in front of HSBC on Portobello Road. After setting up, Lorianne and I left our brave husbands to sell while we attended a high tea to celebrate, of course wearing my hat (pic 8) the whole time. The next day we had our booth in the arts and crafts section and met an amazing bunch of excited tourists in town just for the wedding. I’m amazed at the number of people who flew in just for the event…oh wait, that includes me. But really, tons Americans and Australians in just for the weekend. I had brought paper with me to make large paper flowers for the booth and my head. I used the ombre tablecloth that I had made for Oh Happy Day
Our poor husbands selling while we attended high tea:
Lorianne, fearless promoter of Lars souvenirs
I had to take a picture of this girl’s ladybug dress.
We got around with huge bags on our backs and roller suitcases. And by “we” I mean the boys.
It is with a heavy heart that I say good-bye to my dear friend, Briana Blackwelder. She was killed in a car accident on Saturday in Utah while heading to California for Easter Sunday to be with her family. I’ve known Briana since middle school days, but it wasn’t until last year that we really developed our friendship. It was one of those friendships that I was excited to see progress and though I’m now far away in Denmark, I knew we would keep up and that it would be good.
You see, Briana was a midwife. I didn’t even know midwives still existed until I found out she was going to midwifery school years ago. You might understand my ignorance considering my great great great grandmother, Patti Sessions, was a midwife who delivered babies on the pioneer trek. I assumed it was a 19th century thing. However, Briana built her practice and was darn good at it. In many cases, I don’t think a career necessarily defines one’s identity, but in the case of Briana it was an excellent representation of who she was. I could tell that her motherly instincts provided calmness and reassurance to her patients. When she spoke to you, she pierced your heart and soul. She is a natural caregiver, supportive and giving.
When I was preparing to get married to Paul last year, Briana called me up and said she was in town for a birth. So we got some lunch by her parents house in and had a delightful afternoon catching up. It turned into a pre-marital lesson for me where I pretty much pestered her with curiosities and she was thorough, thoughtful, informative, and so present. Though I’m far from having a baby, I’ve been trying to figure out a way that Briana could be in my life when Paul and I do decide for that day to come. I thought maybe we could be in Utah for 9 months, or maybe she wouldn’t mind moving to Denmark for a bit (a girl can wish). In fact, the day she passed on I was thinking about her and thinking of the logistics of getting her over here. I think there’s a reason why certain thoughts are placed in your head at certain times.
I’m heartbroken and shocked, but I couldn’t be more grateful that this occurred around Easter when we celebrate how Christ gave his life to us so that we might live again. I know Briana is in a good place with a loving Father and I know we will see her again. Death is not the end. She lives. My thoughts and prayers are with her dear family, especially her brother Ian who was also in the car and suffered a broken clavicle and scratches. They will be having celebration services (not funerals!) on Wednesday at 7pm at 951 East 100 South in Salt Lake City and on her birthday, May 6, in California.