Supper at Supper

Helloo! It's me! After having this place recommended to me by several I finally had supper at Supper last night. The food was absolutely amazing but I'm so so disappointed of the service which is equally important (I should know!).

We arrived and was told that we could have a table in about half an hour. No problem, we'll just have a drink at the bar! With only one bartender it took us 20 minutes just to order our drinks. This is obviously not his fault (again - I would know). As I was having dinner with one of my best friends Lina we were just chatting away, catching up. But after 1,5 hours I went up to ask if it would be much longer? I got an assuring back stroke and an "I'll sort a table out for you!". No words and no attention - 15 minutes later I ask another waitress if she knew what was going on? A few minutes later we get a "your table is ready girls!!" with a big smile. Thanks. Right by the door - literally the worst table in the whole restaurant. I said "I'm sorry for being that person BUT I'M GONNA BE THAT PERSON, do you not have another table for us as we've been waiting 2 hours?" 5 minutes later;

"Ehrmagerd you're SO lucky another table just opened up!"
"Thank you sooooo much" *fakesmiling back at fakesmiling waitress*...

Luckily for them I was in superb company and the food was fucking delicious so this didn't have the slightest impact on our night. We just laughed at our boozy jokes about our lovely table with a chilly draft and the waiter that had a face of a slapped arse. As one do. But it was still disappointing as my best friend previously worked in the same restaurant as well as other people I know. And I've only heard great things about the place. I guess we caught them on a bad night. Or we had a funny smell...

Giggles.

I bet you're a Cosmo-girl... "One Cosmo pliis"

Skål!

With out cheeks blushing from all the wine we decided to have one last drink at Sturehof. The COOLEST and POSHEST place around. Only the cool kids go. You see - in Stockholm the only rule you need to remember is "the more money the better". And if you have an empty bank account; fake it til' you make it. Buy that fake burberry scarf and claim it's real. Throw half a jar of wax on your hair (backwards but slightly to the right) and go to the fanciest bars just to order a bottle of beer.

We sat their reminiscing about back in the day where we lived together in Hökarägen (bästa svängen). We used to go out Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. Mondays and Tuesdays were there for recovery. Now we sat there, in the same bar as we used to go to, looking at 18-year olds strutting around and we came to a realisation. We're old.

Christmas shenanigans

Oh man. So. Much. Food.

Me and Lloyd flew to Stockholm the 22nd and have since then eaten every 2 hours. And we're not talking snacks or "fika" here - we're talking Christmas smorgasbord and kebab pizza. My dad even fired up the barbecue last night! Yes outside haha! Don't get me wrong - that's what Christmas is about and food is mine and Lloyds biggest hobby anyways hehe. 

Christmas Eve was celebrated at my mums house with my lovely little nieces and the rest of the family. It's so cosy having kids around on Christmas again! I was Santa and Lloyd couldn't stop laughing. I know red isn't my colour but I didn't think I looked that bad.

The 26th it was time to go see my dad (hello 'divorce'-child!) so me and Lloyd took the train to Vingåker where my dad's+finance's lovely country house is. Soo cosy to be out here for a few days in the middle of nowhere. We've played card games and Lloyd was introduced to Yatzy. The game I was brought up playing throughout our super Swedish caravan holidays. Sentimental.

When in Vingåker, do as Vingåkerians do; Vingåker Factory Outlet! Today we went to this outlet which has loads of big brands at madly discounted prices. I found a gorgeous black long sleeve maxi dress from Tiger of Sweden and a nude coloured dress from Whyred. Will show you later!

Today we finally got some snow as well. It makes you wanna lie inside and eat even more haha, so that's the plan for the next few hours... Speak soon and here are a few snapshots from the weekend:

Lloyd looking merry ❤️

Christmas ham.. You legend.

Coffee stop before our train.

Christmas jumpers on!

Right now; me chillaxing in front of the fireplace and Lloyd passed out in the sofa. God jul ❤️

Two wardrobes become one

With a new job comes an updated wardrobe. With two days left in hospitality (HOPEFULLY FOR ALL ETERNITY!!) I can't help but walk around thinking that I no longer have to wear shoes that can get me through a 16-hour shift running around on my feet.

I can wear big obnoxious branded jumpers (probably won't - but I COULD if I wanted to). I can wear sandals that aren't completely covering my feet in the summer. I can have my hair down.

Most importantly - I no longer have to divide my wardrobe in two - work vs. not work. Can you imagine?! I don't have to buy mediocre-looking shirts on sale because "I can wear them to work". From now on I'm gonna build up ONE wardrobe where every piece is a qualifier. The small things in life.

LOVE a nude shoe. New flats for work - Primark £12

HIRED!

Yesterday was a beauuuuuuuutiful day my friends. I was invited back to a final interview for a job I've applied for. I was asked questions like;

- What's the biggest project you've ever planned?

- How would you plan your wedding?

- Tell me 3 bad things about yourself?

Haha.. To question no 2 I said that 'the top three priorities would be the venue, the food and my jaw-dropping dress. Later down the line I would worry about trivial things like the colours of the flowers, invitation cards and finding some average looking, ill-fitting bridesmaids dresses' (giggles).

To question no 3 I was just completely honest and said 'I work too hard, I take too much on, I live and breathe my job, I don't do anything else than working, I am too ambitious, too much of a team-player...' :) I couldn't think of anything to say (I know I should have as it's the most common interview question ever!) so I just said a few of these pretentious clichés  with a smile (giggles again).

It went really well and the two directors just seem like the nicest, most genuine people. It was one of those interviews where you just sit and have a casual chat for 40 minutes and then you leave thinking 'Hold on did I really sell myself there?'. But in the end (Nacho quote LOL) I think that the ultimate purpose of an interview is to determine whether a person would fit in with the team or not.

I've been crossing my fingers for this job since I first got in the loop and I was just over the moon when the woman said "you're hired!" when I asked if it's possible they let me know before Christmas. I mean how perfect is it: I leave The Roebuck the 20th, go home to Sweden with Lloyd over Christmas and New Years and then come back January 5th to start my new job. The timing couldn't be better!

So to the role before you ask - I'll be the PA to the Director of a wed design and development agency. They build and design e-commerce websites for all types of companies in all types of industries but mostly in - hold on to your chair - fashion. How good!! And there are great possibilities to grow within the company, something they also encourage. I honestly could not be happier. If I put in as much effort into this as I do in serving drunk people food and drinks - then the sky is the limit.

Can I also say that the office is in the middle of Richmond which is my favourite part of London and also a 15-minute bus-ride from where I live. There's also a sushi place in the same building. I mean COME ON...

High views & high boots

This might be a shit picture both in terms of quality and especially as my brilliant outfit is not made justice, but it's the only decent picture I have from the other night when we went to Galvin at Windows on the 28th floor.

When I took my coat off Lloyd burst out "BABE half your shirt is hanging out". I replied thanks BABE I'll let you know when I want your fashion advice. If you saw me from the front you would have thought it made sense.

It's bloody hard to pull off the thigh high boots with bare legs in December. To be fair it was 15 degrees warm last week so you can't really call it winter can you. Back to the boots - you just have to go by the good old rule: legs or boobs. If you're wearing a mini skirt make sure you're covering your boobs with a long sleeve top. If you're wearing a buttoned up shirt make sure to show some leg. If you're wearing a loose high waisted pant it's allowed to show some cleavage. You get it.

These are the thigh-highs I ended up with in the end; from Daisy Street. Unfortunately they're all textile and not leather so I assume they will only last for one season. But the only other ones I liked and that didn't leave a massive gap between leg and boot were from Kurt Geiger or Russell & Bromley and they were all way to expensive for my current account. These are a winner though, so comfortable!

ASOS - £45

Also available in beige.

The pineapple has arrived!

Here she is! You guys have no idea how heavy this thing is haha.. I haven't even put it up on the wall yet as I'm scared the walls won't handle the pressure.

All the leaves both above and below the fruit are super adjustable and the guy at the store told me to bend them myself once it is up on the wall to make it look a bit messy. I'm gonna put it up in our bedroom straight opposite the bed so that I can see it when I wake up, or light the candles when I'm reading in bed. Can't wait until it's up and running!

From Abigail Ahern for you who missed that. xx