Stockholm // 1

 

  

Week Uno. Stockholm, Sweden // Clear, blue skies + icy temperatures + more walking than I've probably done in the last four months combined // Beauty lighting in the bathroom + a commitment to more smiles even when I'm not feeling particularly smiley = the start of my #100daysofhappy Instagram series // Long strolls around markets brimming with vibrant blooms and antique treasures // Abrasive yet cheeky Italians + good coffee (a miracle in this city) + inspiration for my dream of developing an organisational OCD //  New socks from H&M + goosebumps (don't sleep with the window open, folks) // Even more walking + bad (giggly) Japanese buskers on the bridge to the Old Town + glistening channels of rushing water // Kitsch decor (cute, not sickening) + three hotel moves in the span of seven days (why are Stockholm hotels booked out and the streets so quiet?)...Don't let it's effortlessly hipster appearance fool you, this one (HTL) had no windows in either of the rooms I stayed in - torture. // Guitar noodling at the studio in my Pharrell hat (I wore it first, okay?)...// More updates on the way (prepare for an overload of good looking food (and hopefully people - these Swedes are rather attractive))...

Hotel staff are looking at me suspiciously as I've been sitting in the lobby bar for two hours, bobbing my head to Youtube choreography videos of Usher's new song 'Good Kisser'. I'm on the move again! No rest for the adventurers...

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E

Strings Attached.

Lorae Misipeka, Le Love, Hannah Rose, Le Love, Emmy Lawless

Spring into Summer.

November. Ahh, we've finally come to a point in the year where those pink, Hello Kitty flannelette pajamas (err, that's probs just me) can go back into hiding and it's kosher to leave the house in less than four layers (unless you're in Sydney or Melbourne right now - in which case the schizophrenic weather is probably shitting *cough, I mean, moving you to tears). Currently, I'm lounging in a giant wicker chair on Hayman Island, overlooking our gloriously private beach (as you do), silently pondering life. As my sister said earlier, "Emma, you spend a lot of time in fantasy land, don't you?" Err, yep. I think I've spent this entire week dreaming of penthouse suites, huge stadium concerts, starring roles in Broadway musicals and a dreamy French-Riviera wedding with my future James Bond-esque husband (minus the constant near-death experiences and one-night stands with hot Russians). Oh gosh, what is wrong with me? 

Moving right along now, as I watch the catamarans sail past, I'm mentally preparing myself to re-enter normal life tomorrow (which really isn't that normal anymore, so I swear I won't complain) to finish writing my album...hurrah, the end is nigh! I've had the most beautiful seven days eating exuberant buffet breakfast's, swimming in the Coral Sea, laughing with my family and recalibrating my immune system. Hayman truly has been nothing short of magical.

Bye for now, as I drift off into an afternoon siesta to accompany this peachy sunset...*sigh

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E

Images: 1,3,4 unknown; 2,6 Rachel Kara; 5 Hayman