Swedes

Clearly I cannot post YouTube clips without them taking over my side panels. I've tried to use the smallest videos, though they are still too large.

Oh the perils of life.

Home from Sweden after a small city break long weekend.

Shall I say that the cliches are all true about the beauty of the Swedes? True beauty, beauty that you see once every so often that you have to double take to believe.

The men are channelling shoulder length viking-esque hair with amazing style, and imaginative dress sense. Cons were worn with disregard, as were skinny jeans, chinos, distressed jackets, and tailored blazers.

The girls were Nordic queens and resembled every Hollywood beauty that lived. They were styled with oversized reading glasses, again wearing converse with opaque tights or jeans, and an amazing coat. The coolest were seen riding their bikes along the avenues, with their brown leather satchels poking out of their baskets.

At night, one could say the style for the ladies changed and was a little too minxy (read: tacky). Perhaps these were just the girls that slept all day, after partying all night thereby swaying my daytime view of the Swedish lady fashion. Anyhoo, high, high heels with skintight spandex dresses (oh brother), coupled with a little bag conveniently fitting in their fags and kroners, seemed to be the go.

It was so delightful to be led by some lovely Swedish friends, who took us to a gorgeous Gotherburg 'restaurang' where we partook in smoked herring, pea and smoked salmon tartar soup, veal with celeriac mash and for desert, poached pear. Sensational.

Oh, the coffee was definately passable too. Whopping suprise!

I shall probably post more about this, though am minutes away from starting my working day.

Now I can plan my activities for Iceland- volcano watching anyone? x