Stockholm syndrome

Hejhej! I returned home from Stockholm on Friday. The four days I spent there were some of the most brilliant in my admittedly very short life as a young adult. As the Zita Swoon song goes, I feel alive in the city. Stockholm was burning, burning bright and I felt so good there. It was just me and my Mum and we had such a lovely time together. She is my supreme shopping buddy and we get along so well.

I'm no trained big city girl but the nature and peacefulness in Stockholm really caught me off guard. I could live there, really. There's just one thing that puzzled me: every Swedish girl seems to own the same pair of white Converse. Here are some of the things I brought home with me:

- a cotton candy pair of Swedish Hasbeens, shoes I've been longing for for so long now. I don't think the name's a self-fulfilling prophecy but only time can tell.
- Lula issue 12 which I read every night in Stockholm before falling asleep.
- Beyond Retro tote bag (and now I should probably go hide in shame because I have to admit I bought it only for the sake of owning it - yes, I am like that) and this amazing necklace which you can hardly see with my crazy vignette-effect that I bought at Beyond Retro a.k.a. the perfect excuse to justify buying the tote bag.

This paragraph makes no sense at all.

xoxo