SHAKING, BAKING AND, UMMM, CAKE. -ING

As usual I went from here to there during the weekend.

On Friday we were performing at the horse races in the South eastern part o the country.

Here with  the mandatory squeezing-everyone-involved-into-one-instagram-pic.

The next morning I drove west out to the farm and everyone else to bake a few cakes and pies for Eddi's older boys' birthday party. The boys got to choose their kind of cake and decorate them themselves. (Btw such a bliss every time something involving a lot of food takes place, to have an extra fridge around. We have our old one on the cold porch for jams and beer and such and occasional huge amounts of party food.)

In the evening I drove in to town to perform at a 1920's event at Casino Helsinki.
Our student & stage kitten Melody took the pic of us "getting into  character".

And the next day it was lots of cake and kids and people and hullabaloo!

ROSES AGAINT ROSES

Fading roses with the ones that always bloom in the background.

NAILS x 4

Four of my latest manicures. Pink with accent glitter, french in pink with gold tips, mint green with gold tips, shimmering peach. Nails are fun, now that I'm on to them.

I remember a funny thing from the harbour some years back. Can't recall if it was me or my sister who had some temporary glue-on nails with a french manicure on, and one of the guys asked "is that a French manicure?". There was a deep silence where all the other guys stared at hime and he said "I probably should not have known that much". Oh my, the harbour years, sometimes I miss them quite a lot. But was I there now my long fancy nails would suffer...

WARDROBE SHOPPING

You know the feeling when you haven't looked inside your closet in a while because you have one of those phases when you feel there's not going to be anything inside of it to wear anyway as weather and circumstances and schedules are making things difficult and you wish  you could just walk around in a black morph suit or so, always. But then you open the door anyway and ta-da! there's a bunch of stuff you had forgotten about. Kind of like shopping at your own place. Well, that happened to me and so I wore this knit dress I apparently owned.

I have no idea what brand the dress is really but my bolero is Trashy Diva, which I got on sale a little while ago.

And, suppose I must add, the bangs are not real but the clip on version.