My laptop’s hard drive is again full of unprosessed photos, which I doubt I ever will have enough time to go through. To make some extra room for the new pics, I have spent the entire day viewing (and deleting) images from the hot summer months. All of my visual memories just seem to be somehow connected to the Housing Fair.

Dear lord, if you can’t make me skinny, please make my friends fat.

I find it useless to go to the hairdresser more than once or twice in a year. It’s not that I adore my long and thin hair too much to trim it. It’s just than I want badly to have long hair and I’m hoping that one day when I woke up, I have turned into Anna Kournikova. I took the first step yesterday when I asked the hairdresser to make me some light sripes. I obviosly got what I asked for. I think the official color is called sand. I call it blonde.

While I have been more than happy to walk around with my orange crocks all summer long. One of my co-workers impressed me by telling that she is usually carrying around 3-4 pairs of shoes with her. Being born with big flat duck feet, I never got the shoe hype at all. Finding perfectly fitting shoes is a hard work and finding perfectly fitting good looking shoes is even harder.

In the past I have had some really crappy shoes, including the black diamond heels pictured below. I somehow ended up getting the most akward outfit to my brother’s wedding. The dress was hideous and I practiced over a week to walk with these shoes. The shoes have been lying untouched with the dress in the closet since then.

Nothing still beats the fun of wearing pointe shoes. It’s close to impossible to imagine how uncomfortable they feel without actually trying a pair of them. They need to be couple of sizes too small and obviosly really tight to look good. That’s the whole point of them, to look good and hurt like hell. I don’t have any idea how I was actually once able to do anything with them. My seven minute dance session ended today with three big bleeding blisters and one dead body.

The kids were acting suprisingly wonderful this morning and the photoshoot session with them turned out to be a real succees. Linda is still three weeks shy of two, but sadly already showing up her new up and coming personality, the terrible two. She has also decided that the forest is full of trolls and there is nothing scarier than the rocks. Being a great aunt like always, I wasn’t going to buy all this talk about scary big rocks, so I did what every other great aunt would do. I basically forced the kid to the forest and instead of standing in there and holding her hand, I was running around like mad and jumping from one big rock to another. I bet one day the kid will thank me for that.