Though I do have extensive Danish family lines I also have a lot of proud Irish blood in me thanks to my Irish grandmother. I’d LOVE to go to Ireland some day and explore my heritage (I’ve been watching lots of “Do you know you are are?” Love that show!) but in the mean time I’m celebrating St. Patrick’s day with a little shamrock style.
You will need: shades of green paper, scissors, glue gun, embroidery hoop
Step 1: Draw simple shamrock shapes in a variety of sizes
Step 2: Cut them out
Step 3: Bend the leaves of the shamrocks
Step 4: Dab some glue onto the center of the shamrock and continue the process going around the hoop. Voila!
Paul & I just booked our tickets to Iceland for Easter and I. Cannot. Wait. I’m taking my work with me and we’re going for a full solid two weeks. Wahoo! Iceland seems so other worldly to me. So much open space with greenery. It just begs wandering. I’m loving this picture above with the hardened lava contrasted with the green. Have I ever shown this Bon Iver video? It captures what I think the spirit of the place feels like. So beautiful.
Do you have any tips? We have PLENTY of time to explore so I’d love your suggestions. Shops? Little corners in town? What do you think?
This was my first post on Iceland and I still dream about it.
“This Girl” finds joy in the an afternoon walk on a lovely spring day, trying out a new sorbet at the corner parlor, wishing stripes were attached to everyone and everything, and sketching architecture downtown.
This is one of my favorites for Oh Happy day! It combines four of my favorite things: ice cream + flowers + bright colors + stripes. Too much goodness. The photoshoot with Hilda was one of the craziest yet as we were shooting a few projects and I was delayed because I couldn’t find helium anywhere in town for the balloon project, then the ATM ate my card. Boo! I ended up having to cab it home, which I never ever do here in Copenhagen; you might as well give them your first born for the price they charge you. Needless to say, Hilda is meget meget (so, so) patient.*
What you can’t really tell about my hair right now is that it’s orange. If I were to hold it straight up in the air it’d look like candy corn with the white from the first dye job, the orange from the most recent, and my roots coming in. Sick. I guess it’d be more appropriate if it were October. TMI, sorry.