I bought myself a pink blouse which means I'm clearly entering an identity crisis. When my boss saw me on Google Hangout the other day he just went: "What's going on with you?". I honestly don't recognize myself, but I do kind of love it? It's a good compensation for all the dirty texts I've been sending lately. Half off at H&M! Go get it.
I've been working this week, catching up with my people and you know, everything you do when you come back after not having seen your city for a few months. I've been thinking about writing a piece about coming home. It's interesting how I change modes as soon as I exit the plane at Arlanda. And the other way around. Anyway, that might pop up here in the next couple of weeks.
Now I'm heading out to meet up with Sanna who ditched me and New York for Stockholm a month back. We're having lunch with Martin and André at Marie Laveau and then sitting down somewhere to do some work.
Hope you're all good. Puss puss