Sunday, December 28, 2014

Mange hilsner - Many Greetings

Copenhagen -- Part Three

Copenhagen is dubbed as one of the most bicycle friendly cities in Europe. There is a great number of cyclists on the road on any given day. With so many riders and an excellent bicycle route system, the city is really easy to get around by bike.

It made me feel safe to know other riders were always around me. Trying out an old bike was a bit of a challenge: first, getting on it and second, pedaling. I went zig-zag for a few seconds and then made a semi-circle turn. That made the guy coming from behind me slow down and pull a funny face. But once I finally was on the bike, riding it was a piece of cake -- up until the last challenge when I tried to get off. Luckily, both the bike and I made it in one piece. 

Please note that there was nothing wrong with the bike. It was fully functional, but I was clumsy on it. It was simply a certain type of bike I wasn't used to. The test ride happened just around the block in a quite neighborhood and it was much fun. The locals are the most courteous of riders. I was grateful to have been given a bike for the experience.


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Power of the Written Word

Copenhagen -- Part Two

Positioned at eye level, the note was placed on the front door of a townhouse in downtown Copenhagen. Well-tended potted flowers lined the steps leading to the door.

Dear Dog,
Do not pee on the steps or the plants.

Monday, December 22, 2014


Copenhagen -- Part One

Hygge means having to go see some friends one hasn't seen for ages and having a great time. It means sitting around and eating leisurely together while chatting about nothing particular with above mentioned friends for hours on. Hygge can happen in Copenhagen or anywhere else in Denmark. Hygge, I assume, can actually happen in any country, but it might just be called something different by the locals.


Monday, December 8, 2014

Unfathomable Perfection

It's been a long time for me to learn that there are more important things than being perfect. What is perfection? I'd had such a hard time grasping the concept that I decided to write the blog in my second language to show my imperfections and face my limits in the most obvious way possible. So I can't help but make mistakes. And I can't even see them all. I just know they are there somewhere. They must be. I know they are there and that makes me itchy. Or crazy. Temporarily crazy, that is. {Insert my crazy laugh here.}

Like when I wrote 'whole' instead of 'hole'. It took me several rounds to spot that. Quite a difference for you, invisible and non-existent for me. At least for a few days or weeks. Sometimes even months. I just corrected the very first error in the very first entry I wrote a couple of years ago. It seems I invented a new time frame for an old tense.

No matter how much I loath it, I must face each and every mistake I make -- suppose I can actually see them. Is there a more self-torturous act for a perfectionist? What I am aiming to achieve here is to become a former perfectionist.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Colors of the Rainbow

A plastic bag full of leftover yarn in the colors of the rainbow was left in the park. Bikers and hikers passed by, but no one found it worthy enough to pick it up. The bag was ripped on the side. Balls of yarn rolled in all directions matted with leaves forming an entangled messy heap. Some of the colors I didn't like, but I scooped up the whole thing anyway. It took me a while to separate the bits. I had no plans for the yarn, but later when I showed it to my mom, she came up with an idea. She wanted to make a shawl. She would work on it for months carrying small amounts of yarn in various colors in her pocket anywhere she went. And whenever time permitted, she would knit a small square. She made several dozens of separate squares. Once she was finished with them, she sewed them together. The shawl has been in use ever since and it faded just a little. 

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Graveyard Zombie

It's a bit late for wishing a Happy Halloween, but it's never too late to introduce my favorite  costume of the season: Mark Ballas' zombie from DWTS. Zombies can look quite boring. I've seen the usual soiled clothes badly in need of repair theme a thousand times. Although it's evening wear, Mark's outfit is simple; dreadfully gray checkered pants paired with an equally horrifying gray jacket; white polka dots on a black shirt and a distressed fishnet vest in dirty white that comes with holes the size a small shark can comfortably get through. His hair and makeup isn't that unusual, either. It's a well known fact that zombies are pale. It's either that they spend day and night in graves in front of a computer till they get goggle-eyed or they only get to work the graveyard shift. Mark looks pale as moonlight just like any decent zombie should, but in a delightful way as if he had taken a zombie tan that went partially wrong around his eyes and mouth. His hair, stiff as a broom, is masterfully coiffed. And he IS goggle-eyed. What pulls this outfit together and makes it unique and its wearer dignified is the way Mark brings the character to life as he dances. Take a look.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

How to Say "I Was Here"

I just wanted to enter the front door when suddenly I noticed something laying on the mat. At first sight, it looked like a neatly arranged little heap made of short pieces of knotted strings right at the center of the mat. From closer inspection, however, it looked more like a clear statement, a very personal message, left by the neighbors' highly intelligent cat. There are countless cats roaming the neighborhood, but I knew it was him. He definitely made an attempt to reach the premises and failed. He does not tolerate failure, you see. 

He is extraordinarily stylish wearing a red fur coat all year long. And now, despite our differences and an on-and-off war between us, he even made it being mentioned in my blog.

Sunday, January 12, 2014


I've realized that I am an avid collector of things. I have countless bags, among them a garish blue and a crazy red faux leather suitcase. I LOVE bags. I also collect trinkets and jewelry. It seems that my room has slowly been morphing into something between a specialty store and a mini library.

And I also have belts. A lot of belts.

-- Carol