Fifty shades of white…

I’m going to tell you a long story in pictures. About that time we bought our boat and wanted to paint the walls white….

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In the beginning the walls were a little too green for my taste, the curtains a little too ‘circus’ and the couch smelled of dog or cat or maybe both?

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There was a witch hanging from the roof and it dawned on me that what is cosy for some isn’t for others.

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We worked night and day, my Superman and I, we ripped out every tiny bit that smelled or rotted and decided to keep what was still working. We had a plan regarding style, a Scandinavian plan that never fails: «Paint it white!»

So we went to the store and asked for white paint. «What shade of white would you like?» the professional shop assistant asked us. «We would just like white,» we answered with our very Scandinavian accents and made sure we bought enough paint so we didn’t have to come back again.

We worked all night.

Then we woke up the next morning…

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How could the room still be green after all that hard work?

«Simply exquisite» was the name of the shade of white we’d bought which actually was a shade of, yes you guessed it, green.

We want back to the store and this time we walked out of there with the only kind of white paint there is – white.

We started over, emptied a bottle of wine, worked day and night.

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And finally, at last…. white walls!

In Norwegian: 

FEMTI NYANSER AV HVIT 

Nå skal jeg fortelle en lang historie om den gangen vi kjøpte båten vår og ville male veggene hvite. I utgangspunktet var veggene litt for grønne for min smak, gardinene var litt sirkus og sofaen luktet av hun eller katt, muligens begge deler. Det hang en heks i taket og det gikk opp for meg at det som er koselig for noen ikke er det for andre. Vi jobbet natt og dag, Supermannen min og jeg, vi rev ned og hev ut hver eneste råtne bit og bestemte oss for å beholde alt som fremdeles kunne brukes. Når det kom til fargevalg hadde vi en skandinavisk plan som aldri slår feil: «Mal alt hvitt!»

Så vi gikk til butikken og ba om maling. «Hvilken nyanse av hvit vil dere ha da?» spurte ekspedienten. «Vi vil bare gjerne ha hvit,» svarte vi med våre veldig skandinaviske aksenter og forsikret oss om at vi fikk kjøpt nok så vi ikke trengte å komme tilbake igjen. Vi jobbet hele natten. Malte og malte. Men da vi våknet neste morgen var rommet fremdeles – grønt!?

‘Simply exquisite,’ altså ‘Helt enkelt utsøkt,’ var navnet på nyansen av hvit vi hadde kjøpt, men det viste seg at et egentlig var en nyanse av, ja du gjettet riktig, grønn.

Så vi gikk tilbake til butikken og denne  gangen gikk vi derfra med den eneste slags hvis som finnes – nemlig hvit.

Vi begynte forfra, tømte en flaske vin, jobbet dag og natt og endelig, in the end, var de grønne veggene blitt hvite.

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Boat with a view…

One of the best parts about being continuous cruisers is that we get to live in different parts of London. We’ll find the spots we like and can always sail away from the neighbourhoods we don’t feel at home in. And if the neighbour wants to argue it’s full speed out of there and sayonara. A great bonus that comes with moving around is the view and how it changes. So I want to show you a few pictures I’ve taken from various places we’ve been moored. Wonder where we’ll be next week…

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In Norwegian: 

BÅT MED UTSIKT

Noe av det beste med å være continuous cruiser er at vi kan bo i forskjellige deler av London. Vi finner rett og slett en plass vi liker og kan alltids seile vekk igjen hvis vi er i et område vi ikke føler oss hjemme i. Og hvis naboen vil krangle er det bare å gasse på og si sayonara. En god bonus når man flytter så mye er at utsikten fra båten endrer seg. Så jeg har lyst til å vise et par bilder jeg har tatt fra forskjellige steder vi har lagt til. Lurer på hvor vi er neste uke…

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A writer's boatlife.

It’s been six months since we moved in to our houseboat, and it’s strange to think about now, how I didn’t have a clue last summer, that we would be living on a boat the following year, I didn’t even know during christmas! We got the idea in February, bought the boat in April and moved out of the apartment in May. Things have been kind of chaotic after that, but over the last month or so, I’ve started to get into my everyday routine in our new life.

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We move the boat every second week and every place has its own charm, its own sounds. It’s a little strange to sit inside the metallic box and hear people pass by on the other side of the thin walls. They talk and I can hear their dogs breathe.

It’s cold in the mornings but I’m getting used to it. Life is easier with a wool pyjamas.  I usually try to make sure the computer has been fully charged the day before, so I can start writing on my film or novel as soon as my eyes are open.

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If I’ve been on the boat all day, there comes a point where i have to bring out our secret weapon: The generator. It’s like starting a lawnmower.  I write while the computer is charging, so I don’t have to use the generator again in the evening and annoy the neighbours with engine noise.

When my boyfriend comes home he cooks me dinner, salmon or a carbonara or a burger or something else, and it’s always the highlight of the day. And then it’s night and then it’s morning and here we go again.

Our new life has been a huge transition, and I would lie if I didn’t say that it’s hard work, and then there are days when I think it would be practical to have an office that doesn’t depend on a generator and has unlimited internet access, but our boat is an experience I don’t want to be without. When you live on a boat it becomes very clear what you need and what you don’t need. There are a few things I miss about our old life though, like my chair, the one we stole from Buckingham Palace…

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But I’ve found out that all a writer really needs is dry feet, a pencil, a sharpener and a ton of post-its ❤︎

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In Norwegian: 

EN FORFATTERS BÅTLIV

Det er nå seks måneder siden vi flyttet i husbåten vår. Det er merkelig å tenke på hvordan vi ikke ante noenting i fjor sommer om at vi skulle bo i båt året etter. Jeg visste det ikke en gang i Julen! Vi fikk ideen i februar, kjøpte båten i april og flyttet inn i mai. Ting har vært litt kaotisk etter det, men i løpet av den siste måneden er jeg begynt å komme inn i en ny hverdagsrutine.

Vi flytter båten hver annen uke og hver plass har sin egen sjarm, sine egne lyder. Det er litt merkelig å sitte inne i en metallboks og høre folk gå forbi på den andre siden av de tynne veggene. De snakker og jeg kan høre hundene deres puste.

Det er kaldt om morgenen, men jeg begynner å bli vant til det. Livet er lettere med en ullpyjamas. Jeg pleier å forsikre meg om at dataen er ladet dagen før, så jeg kan begynne å skrive på filmen eller romanen så snart øynene er åpne.

Hvis jeg har vært på båten hele dagen så kommer det til et punkt hvor jeg må bruke det hemmelige våpenet for å lade dataen. Da drar jeg nemlig frem generatoren. Det er litt som å starte en gressklipper og jeg kjører den minst mulig så jeg slipper å krangle med naboene som synes det bråker.

Når typen min kommer hjem lager han middag; laks eller carbonara eller en burger eller noe annet godt. Den middagen er alltid dagens høydepunkt. Og så er det natt og så er det morgen og så er det på’n igjen.

Når en bor i båt så blir det veldig klart hva du trenger og hva du ikke trenger. Det er et par ting jeg savner ved det gamle livet, som stolen min, den vi stjal fra Buckingham Palace. Men jeg har funnet ut at når det kommer til stykket så er alt en forfatter virkelig trenger er tørre føtter, en blyant, blyantspisser og et tonn av post-its.

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Esque

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The mornings are darker, the days are shorter, the feet are colder, September is here. Is it just me or have the raindrops grown bigger since last year? Leaves are falling and crazy things are happening in space where we’re moving away from the sun. The good news is that we’ll come back next year, and while we wait for that to happen, I’ve decided to accept that life on board our boat, Butter, will be cold for another eight months. So I’m going to tuck myself in the biggest and warmest woollen jumper I have, and while I dream about that Joseph shearling coat and those Isabel Marant boots and that dog I really really want (Santa, do you copy? ❤︎) I will drink some hot chocolate because it gets me in a good mood and so does Rob Bravery’s music:

I love his new album, Esque, it’s on spotify and iTunes with my favourite song Remy, listen to it while you make some pancakes with maple syrup..

In Norwegian: 

ESQUE

Morgenene er mørkere, dagene kortere, føttene kaldere, september er her. Er det bare meg eller er regndråpene blitt større siden i fjor? Løv faller og vanvittige ting skjer i universet hvor vi flytter oss vekk fra solen. De gode nyhetene er at vi kommer tilbake igjen til neste år, og mens vi venter på at det skal skje så har jeg bestemt meg for å akseptere at livet ombord på båten vår, Butter, kommer til å være kaldt de neste åtte månedene. Så jeg skal pakke meg inn i store, varme ullgensere og drømme om den Joseph saueskinn kåpen og de Isabel Marant støvlettene og den hunden som jeg har så lyst på. (Hører du Nissen? ❤︎) Og jeg skal ta meg en kopp kakao, for det får meg alltid i godt humør og det gjør også Rob Bravery’s musikk. Favorittlåten min er Remy, som du finner på albumet hans Esque. Hør på den når du lager pannekaker med lønnesirup på…

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Tuning In To Autumn…

I’ve made a couple of fashion faux pas this week. Karl Lagerfeld would have shot me if he’d seen me. Not because he’s mean, but because I’ve been walking around looking like a homeless person, wearing everything I own. I can explain: The chimney broke and my winter clothes were packed away. It’s been cold and I’ve had to wear one t-shirt over the other, skirt over dress and socks over shoes. Ok, I might be exaggerating just a little bit; but without a chimney, there is no fire and without fire, the boat is cold. I’ve finally found my old, warm clothes and prepared for cold surprises. I’ve made my wardrobe ready for autumn and I have done this without shopping. The cool thing about having a small part of your wardrobe on your two shelves is that it feels like a trip to Zara when you unpack what you’ve put away. I had forgotten some nice pieces of clothing that I already own, ka-ching!

How to get your wardrobe ready for fall: 

1. Dig out your woollen underwear. If you don’t own any long johns or tank tops made of 100 % wool, then I suggest you steal your grandmother’s ASAP.

2. Imagine what you would look like if you could go crazy with your mastercard right now (and lived in New York.)

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3.

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Take a good look at the shoes you already have. Try them on – all of them. See how they look with different types of jeans – try all the shoes with all the jeans, skirts and dresses you have. Chose your favourite combinations. Pack the leftovers.

4. 

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At this stage it’s all about which jeans/shoe combination goes with what top, sweater, jacket, hat, bag. Mix and match. Have fun. Make a few hardcore decisions. Only keep the outfits you want to wear right away.

5. Neatly fold the pieces you will keep this season, put them in your closet and voilá: Autumn 2015, ready to-wear.

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In Norwegian: 

SORTER HØSTGARDEROBEN – en how to guide. 

Jeg har begått et par fashion faux pas denne uken. Karl Lagerfeld hadde skutt meg hadde sett meg. Ikke fordi han er slem, men fordi jeg har gått rundt og sett ut som en uteligger. Jeg har rett og slett kledd meg i alt jeg eier fordi pipen gikk i stykker og det varme tøyet var pakket vekk. Det har vært kaldt og jeg har vært nødt til å ha på t-skjorte over t-skjorte, skjorte over skjørt, sokker over skoene. Ok, det er mulig jeg overdriver litt, men uten pipe er det ikke noe bål og uten bål er det ikke noe varme. Men nå har jeg endelig funnet vintertøyet og gjort høstgarderoben klar – og jeg har gjort dette helt uten å shoppe. Det gode med å ha veldig lite garderobeplass er at det føles som en tur til Zara når pakker ut det du har lagt vekk. Jeg hadde helt glemt noen fine jeg har. Ka-ching!

Sånn gjør du garderoben klar for høsten:

  1. Finn frem ullundertøyet. Hvis du ikke har ullstilongs så foreslår jeg at du stjeler mormors med en gang.
  2. Se for deg hvordan du ville se ut hvis du kunne gå amok med kortet akkurat nå (og bodde i New York.)
  3. Gå gjennom alle skoene du har. Finn ut av hvilke jeans, skjørt, kjoler som passer sammen med skoene. Velg favorittkombinasjonene og pakk ned resten.
  4. Nå kombinerer du sko og jeans med topper, gensere, hatter og vesker. Mix og match. Ha det gøy. Ta noen harde avgjørelser. Behold kun de antrekkene du har lyst til å gå i med en gang.
  5. Brett tøyet pent sammen, putt det i skapet og voilá: Høstkolleksjonen 2015- ready to wear.

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Getting ready for Friday…

I showed you my cellulites in the previous post, so I’m not going to show you my toes in this one. It’s not that kind of blog 😜 It’s the kind of blog where I’m going to tell you about FNUG, a nail polish created by a Danish woman who’s name is…FNUG. This nail polish doesn’t contain Formaldehyde, Toulene, Dibutyl or Phtalate (DBP), so I think I’ve received an extremely cool and caring gift from my boyfriend’s mum. Thank you. To be honest, since this is an honest blog, I will tell you that this is not the easiest nail polish I’ve applied, hence the focused look, but if it is healthier, then it’s definitely worth a little extra précision.

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I love it when the flowers – another gift from a good friend – matches the nail polish:

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Look at that colour!!!

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I’m ready for a wild Friday evening…

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…with Vogue – the September issue. ❤︎

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I ❤︎ Books

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What do you do when you’ve moved on a boat and realise there’s not enough electricity to run the fridge and the TV at the same time? We chose the TV and kicked the fridge out, no wait, it was the other way around… Living without a TV or a decent internet connection is hard for a TV-series junkie like me. I miss drama and documentaries, sometimes I even miss The Kardashians and this summer’s tennis matches were played without me as a cheering audience on the edge of the couch.

I couldn’t go completely without some kind of moving images so I found a way to get through the worst abstinences. I watched Inside Amy Schumer and various Ted Talks on Youtube. But it dawned on me, after a while, that our battery’s were flat because I charged my iPhone all the time. (That’s why our fridge didn’t turn cold in May…) Anyway I had to find a new source of entertainment so I rediscovered books. They don’t need a wall outlet to work and that’s quite extraordinary these days.

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❤︎

 

Bedhead is model's own.

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I’m not a morning person, don’t want to open my eyes, can’t get out of bed. Those who know me know that I’m an extraordinary bad talker before I’ve had my first cup of black gold.

I can’t take any credit for the nice Saturday breakfast we had this weekend. My guy can cook, he’s a keeper and I tell him that (after I’ve had my coffee 😚)

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But the weekend is over and as I’m writing this it’s started to rain heavily, drops are crashing on the roof of the boat, it’s colder than usual, it’s Monday. I’m not a fan of Mondays but you have to go trough Mondays just like you have to go through mornings; with the belief that there is something good ahead.

My new year’s resolution for 2015 was to start every day with a freshly brewed cup o´joe – strong with a dash of milk, no sugar – the perfect substance in an imperfect world. I’ve kept my promise until today; the coffee jar was empty so I walked to Tesco, half asleep, in my striped nighties (nobody noticed, it’s London, a guy was in his kimono and slippers, at least I was wearing a dress.)

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I think Jerry Seinfeld described my morning mood quite spot on in this quote: «We want to do a lot of stuff, we’re not in great shape, we didn’t get a good nights sleep, we’re a little depressed. Coffee solves these problems in one delightful little cup.»

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Here I am with the coffee I had to go that extra mile for, looking at Trellick Tower (a piece of James Bond history,) enjoying my Lavazza before the rain set in.

I’m ready to talk now!

Today’s outfit: Nightie from St.Tropez, bedhead is model’s own.

 

I'M JUST A GIRL, ON A BOAT, BUILDING A NEW LIFE, WITH MY MAN ❤︎

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So what happened was that my boyfriend and I moved from Holland Park to a houseboat. It was the right thing to do. The Rent Monster in London has grown big and gone nuts, it’s eaten our money. We would never manage to save up for that house or that vacation or that Chanel suit, if we kept paying our landlords mortgage. We paid so much for the apartment that we couldn’t do anything but sit in it. So we sat there, in February, when we decided to do something drastic, something that included moving and getting rid of just about everything we owned. Our things were sold, and what we couldn’t sell was given away to passers by and sent to charity. Two months later my Man and I became the proud owners of and co-captains on our boat, Butter.

Someone told us that «The happiest days as narrowboat owners are when you buy the boat and when you sell it.» That «Someone» lied. So far I’ve experienced many more, like that week I cruised on the Thames with the love of my life for example – we wore matching wellingtons, my hair grew wilder and wilder, so did my Man’s beard, as we steered Butter from Devizes to London. It took weeks. We learned by doing and discovered by being.

Living on a boat is very different from living in an apartment, all of a sudden I’m asking myself questions like: Are the batteries charged enough to run the lights and the fridge? Or should we turn on the engine, dear? Will the ropes be strong enough for a windy autumn afternoon? Are my knots good enough? And where can I get a f…… internet connection? How cold will the winter be? Did I mention that Butter is a fixer upper? We still need to build a few walls. She’s a piece of work.

I thought the rugged life as a sailor was over when we cruised into London on our 65ft steel boat. I thought life would go back to normal once my windburn had healed and my rough hands had turned soft again. I would wear my dresses and heels and finally afford those Isabel Marant pieces I so badly need ( I really do ♥ ) but it looks like I’m going to have to stick to a tight budget for a while. It takes time and money to build a new life.

Living on a boat in the middle of London is like living in a cottage in a big city. You need to chop wood and bring a flashlight in your purse so you can see where you step when you come home after dark – one wrong move on the slippery boat and you’re screaming like a wet cat. The only routine that resembles my old life is when I turn on the gas oven to make coffee. What I love the most about my new life is enjoying that coffee outside, on deck, with my sexy guy.

When we bought Butter, I had this image of me steering the boat in a designer boiler suit, with expensive shoes and untangled hair. I refuse to think of this imaginary image as unrealistic but I’ll be the first to admit that reality hit hard. Barging isn’t glamorous. Moving twenty tons of steel is hard, physical work, and it is slow. A two hour drive by car takes two weeks with this boat. Butter and the city’s fast pace isn’t a natural match. Our boat isn’t built for the rat race. She’s made to move coal or horses or beer. The men who used to work in these barges, a couple of hundred years ago, were dirty and didn’t do yoga. Butter isn’t designed to meet the requirements of a city girl’s life. My Man looks better and better the less groomed he is. He just jumps in and out of the shower, puts on some clothes and that’s all he needs to do to look good. I can’t say the same about me, but I’ve decided that it has to be possible to be feminine and thrive on a twenty metre long ship. I will get my heels back on my feet, because being a continuous cruiser on the Grand Union Canal in London, with my Man, doesn’t mean I want to stop looking like myself or living my life my way. It’s not always going to be glam, styled and picture perfect, there will be days without make-up, in long johns and practical shoes, but my new life is refreshingly real.

Welcome on board!

 

Hey ho, let's go!

As they say: «Well begun is half done,» because: «The loftiest towers rise from the ground.»

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Today’s outfit: Jeans from Ralph Lauren, Shoes from Jigsaw, Denim shirt from Lee, Sweatshirt from Uniqlo, Glasses from Gucci, Hammer from Jewson.