It’s alive!

I haven’t written here in ages. Somehow, I haven’t had the creative energy to do it. Ever since last August, it has all been about my photography business (Gold and Grit). I have loved every single minute of it, and I’m still loving it, but in the last couple of weeks I have been more and more feeling like I need to find a hobby. Need to find another creative outlet that isn’t photography. Because what used to be me enjoying a wee bit of an edit at night, from some silly photos with friends, is me now spending full days editing weddings and styled shoots and whatnot.

I have been thinking about crocheting again. Or finishing that knitted throw I was doing. Or maybe a big puzzle. But I think that will have to wait a couple of months, because on Thursday next week, I head to Europe to see friends and family for a couple of months.

But a trip is a good a reason as any to start blogging again, is it not? I think it might be. So hello Hey Hey Delicious. I want to pickup our friendship, right where I left it off.

And with that I’ll leave you all with the cutest little derp dog I met on top of a tiny mountain in the middle of Vietnam.


Monday List

  • So disappointed about the rain today. I so wanted to ride to the office, but that’s really not an option as there’s a huge rain cloud heading our way. Bu hu!
  • They’re not speaking as fast in Gilmore Girls as I remembered. It could also be because it’s still early on in the first season.
  • Thank god it’s Monday. This weekend requires a few days of recharging afterwards. By working.
  • There was only bread in the cupboard for breakfast so I heated one of our leftover lunch boxes instead. Twisted pasta in homemade tapenade and grilled tomatoes. Yum! Even for breakfast.
  • It’s so cold in here that I have goosebumps on my arms. All hail the almighty heater!

That’s it. I have no more inspiration.

And so, two years later…

Today I stumbled onto an old blog of mine. I had forgotten that I wrote fairly regularly during our stay in Ghana and it was a bit of a rough awakening going through those short blog posts. It’s so clear I wasn’t happy. It’s so clear that I was working myself to the ground and even though I desperately wanted to change things, I simply couldn’t find a way out. In a way it makes me sad, sad that I didn’t manage to do that change earlier. But in another way it also makes me so incredibly happy that I finally, when we moved to Australia, put my foot down and said that things would change. And sure, it’s a flimsy life of a freelancer, but I’ve never been calmer, never felt so little stress, and probably never been happier in my entire life. I wouldn’t change it for anything, anything at all.


four year adventure

Yesterday it was our wedding day. We had grazed the subject a couple of weeks ago, but it had slipped my mind, and at 7.30am in the morning we woke up and Peter reminded me. Four years. Four years ago since we married. Four years since that gray Saturday in the park on the spot where we had our first date. A lot has happened since, such as:

  • Gone on our honeymoon, which was a few weeks of volunteering in Ethiopia (and my first time back since living there as a kid!)
  • Quit our jobs and moved to Ghana
  • Visited Togo, Turkey, France, Sweden (multiple occasions), Japan and Sri Lanka.
  • Quit our Ghanaian jobs and moved to Australia.
  • I became self-employed (and loving it!)
  • Said goodbye to a whole lot of friends and hello to a big bunch of new ones.
  • Lived in four different apartments and houses

Well I suppose I could add a lot to this list. It is four years after all. And over a really nice dinner at Gills Diner yesterday (where surprisingly enough not a single picture was taken) we came up with this list.

It doesn’t feel like we’ve been married for that long, but looking at this list (and all the add-ons that are in my head) it’s been ages. We’ve done so much, and in ways we’re different people now. What started that day four years ago wasn’t just a marriage. In a way it was the stepping board to realising our dreams. Yes, before I go on, I know this all sounds a bit stuffy, but it’s true.

Because we didn’t marry because we wanted to be married. Marriage was never a goal for either of us. It just happened to be a way to enable some of the changes we wanted to do. I sometimes jokingly say that we have a visa marriage, and there’s some truth to that. Although we do love each other, we wouldn’t have married unless there was a reason to it all.

Over the years since I have come to realise that no dream is unreachable*. Sure, it might feel like an unsurmountable challenge to uproot yourself and move somewhere or quit your job, which I certainly felt quite a bit. But in the end, it’s doable. And sure, it takes a lot of energy, commitment and sometimes it feels like you’re bashing your head against a wall. But push through. In the end it’s worth it. In the end you make it through, and no, it’s not a land of roses and honey and whatever, but it’s what you wanted. And you feel accomplished. Nothing beats that.

But I’m digressing. This wasn’t supposed to be a post about changing your life. This was supposed to be a post about my husband, my best friend, my biggest supporter and the love of my life. Thank you sweets. Thank you for being my partner in this roller coaster ride that is our life. I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

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* At least not when you’re privileged. We’re white, with solid middle class backgrounds and uni educations. This privilege opens doors that very well might be closed to other people. Which saddens me immensely. I want everyone to have those possibilities. They should have. I might be biased saying that we’re awesome people, but you know what? So is everyone else. 

Finding a balance, and all that jazz


I’m not happy about this, but I need to re-think my commitment to this blog. Because as much as I keep on repeating to myself that I’ve been extraordinary busy lately, it’s been fairly constant for the last month. Sure, it might still be a bit of a fad, and it might quiet down, but as it looks like right now – that won’t happen for a while. So, as much as it hurts me, I need to cut down on posting here, even though I’d like to keep up. Don’t worry – I’ll still post, but maybe just once or twice a week instead of my original (crazy) aim of once a day.

And this will be the slightly depressing post of the day. I will have a few snaps to post from the last couple of weeks, but I won’t be able to get to that today. First work, then play, right? And I’m not done working yet.

Allra käraste mormor


My grandma was quite a lady. Although I’m not sure if I want to call her a lady. I have so many words in Swedish to describe her (som en rejäl, rivig tant), but my English is lacking…

She was amazing. She used to bake ridiculously tasty breads and cakes, make jokes and watch action movies with me. She taught me how to cheat in card games and was so cheeky at every possible opportunity. She made me love wrinkles, because why wouldn’t I want to be just like her. So stubborn and sometimes even slightly annoying. But always there for me. Always with a warm hand holding mine, a hug, and some coloured cookies to chew on from that three tier cookie tin she always kept in her kitchen.

It’s now more than eight years since she passed but I still remember her smell, the feel of my hands in hers and the sound of voice. And although she’s not here, I’m happy that somehow, even just in my memory, she’ll always be with me.

Hello Autumn.


Just a couple of weeks ago I had the AC running on cold simply because it was too hot inside the house. Well, it was hot outside too, way hotter than normal, so that even our fabulous insulation couldn’t cope with it. Sure, today is sunny too, and so was the weekend, but you can feel a certain crispness in the air. And don’t forget last week and the continous rain, when the city was enveloped in grayness, clouds overcast and a constant light drizzle.

Autumn is finally here. I think my birthday will be my start point of autumn. This year, and last year as well, my birthday party has been on one of those last few days when you can sit outside in the evening, without freezing too much.

I have always dreaded autumn for as long as I can remember. Sure, I’ve treasured the sense of a re-start that crisp autumn air gives you, but it has always been a bearer of colder days to come. And I know what you are going to say – Melbourne winters are nothing like Swedish ones – I know, but they’re still winters. But this year, for the first time ever, I actually have no problems with it. To be honest, I’m kind of looking forward to it.

I don’t know if it’s the cooler weather or the potential of having an everyday routine without being interrupted much, but I’m dead certain that this winter will be amazing. Sure, I’ll be cold and whiny, I count on that, but somehow I feel that this colder season holds good things for me. So bye summer. You were glorious and I’ll be happy when you’re back, but for now – bring it on Autumn. Give me all you’ve got.

For the love of Jafflechutes

Oh, just realised I forgot to share this story here. Oh well, better late than never, right?

Back in early spring we heard about this thing called ‘Jafflechutes’. You ordered a jaffle (that’s a toasted sandwich for all y’all who don’t know that. I didn’t before all of this) via PayPal, got an email of where and when to show up, and it would come floating down in a jaffle-sized parachute to you. It all sounded quite magical, and me and Sandra knew we had to go, as well as feature it on our site We made sure we ordered some jaffles the next time it was time, and we headed there with an appetite and with our cameras.

It was indeed a magical experience. I always say it’s a little bit like Christmas down there. Packages come floating down, someone catches them, there is a public reading of the names on them and they are then handed out. Everyone gets friendly and is in a really, really good mood.

At this first event, I filmed. I put together one of the first videos I’ve ever done. It was shaky, but kinda cute. We posted it online and within a fairly short period got an email from the Jafflechutes people that they wanted to use it on their site. ‘Of course!’ was our answer.

Anyway. I’m making this story way longer than it needs to be, so I’ll speed it up. I’ve made a new, less shaky, video since. Just before it went live, and after, it’s been doing the rounds on the net. It’s been posted on Gizmodo, on,, Aftonbladet Webb TV, and plenty other sites. At the time of writing this, it has been viewed 35 700 times.

It’s weird, and it’s amazing. Mainly I’m just happy that I got the opportunity to capture this magical Melbourne moment. Things like these are why I love this beautiful city.

I have a new baby <3

After a 2 month long journey (which felt like a roller coaster) on Gumtree, it finally happened. I got myself a new camera. Sure, it’s no more than 7 months since I got my last camera (after a small mishap with red wine in my bag with the old one), but it was time for a step-up. I’m still keeping my old camera, which has felt a bit like my closest friend these last months. It will be invited to all the cool parties, or less proper occasions. The new one will only we dragged along when its safety can be assured.

This is where I should have a picture of it, but you know, I only got it hastily on Friday night, and sure, I’ve taken a fair amount of pictures with it since then, but just not one OF that one. It’ll come, I’m sure, but I don’t think you’re all very excited about it (at least not as excited as I am). Oh? I didn’t tell y’all what it was? A Canon EOS 5d Mark II. Dang!

I might have just ordered a 35mm prime lense as well. Ehm, yes, I’m going a bit camera crazy. But no complaints from you now, okay? Because this all means that from now on most pictures will be crisper, cleaner and a whole lot nicer. Well I hope that at least. I’m still learning the ropes how to manually get around it, but I’ll get there, I’m sure.

Now, it’s way too late on a Sunday night and I’m going to bed. Buh-bye.

Jag ägnade dagar åt det som är ingenting nu


I have been quiet for a few days, and honestly, the last posts are from somewhere mid last week. It’s just been a bit full on since Nina left Melbourne. The weekend flew by and then Monday came again, and I’ve been working crazy hours. Don’t get me wrong, I have missed working, and I’ve been enjoying late nights at the office (one day I even stayed to 10.30pm!).

It has paid off and I’ve gotten things done, learnt new things and reinvigorated projects that haven’t received proper attention. Somehow I feel like I’m currently working a bit uphill. I need to push through to get over the hump, and even know it won’t be all downhill, it will even out.

But for now, I’m going to prioritise work. Which means that my photographing and this blog will suffer somewhat. But you know what? That’s okay. I’ll get back at it when I feel I can manage both.

See you in a few days again. Until then – have a great Friday and an awesome weekend. I know I’m planning to have one.
xo, Stina