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The sky is always so big in the harbour.

So, now I'm off with Eddi and the kids to Legoland!
(Do you know how many lego animations and whatever there is out there on youtube? Some very, some less well done. Got stuck watching them half trough the night when looking for something to post. Thank you fuck you very much, internet!)

Now if someone was hoping to (once again) see me in a post instead of grooving lego men you still can get your daily dose by watching Baltic Coasts today on TV1; I'll be doing some harbor stuff and burlesque too on tonights episode. I know that some of you elsewhere have seen it already and apparently my three minutes made a huge impact on some, since I started receiving Facebook friend requests and emails (basically saying "Hi, I saw you on tv." Ummmm, aha, ok.) from a lot of people I don't know. Which is a bit weird maybe -now the series are actually quite well made and interesting, but I've seen my insert and it is totally alright but I am still not starting my own Facebook fan page quite yet... How the voice over manages to translate my words of "sometimes it has even happened that a car has caught fire" with "Many times cars bursts into flames!" is and will remain a linguistic enigma for me at least. The harbor is a dangerous place. Eh, sort of. But ta-ta for now!

Outfit post coming up!

Greetings from the harbour!

I came home in my work wear last night and Eddi's five year old boy said: Oh! What fine trousers!

Trousers - Blåkläder, Jacket - Fristads, Shoes - Sievi. The vest and hoodie are old.
As accessories I have Famo gloves and motorola radio.

So, yesterday it was the same procedure as last time Helsinki Vintage was on; off with the working gear and on with the skirt and the lipstick for a quick lunch break visit of browsing, admiring, super fast shopping and some mandatory socializing at the fair.


I pretened my hair was short; rolled it inwards towards the neck.

So many things, so little time...
Thanks to Gina at Americana for the give away tickets!

Then it was off with the lipstick and back to work.

But I actually managed to buy something; it was a good thing I had the guys from work pick me up with the van. Possible photos to come later on.

I suppose a lot of Finnish bloggers already have or will cover this on the days to come and I'm joining the club.
So; here's what I did last Sunday:
I finished the loading of the morning ship and made a slight change of style.

Into these and some red on the lips.


And took a break from work to go to Helsinki Vintage. The fair is held twice a year at Kaapelintehdas. (I used to study painting there before I changed to graphic design. Can't believe that's ten years already!)




Eddi also came before heading out to the farm to do some stuff, you know, harvesting and such that farmers do.

And Ina too, of course. It turned into another meeting for the "photo club" as usual. Blog nerds, hehe.

Beautiful Pia getting her hair done by Pinkki Paplari. Pia hosted the event. (She plays in The Patsy Walkers and hosts a lot of our shows too. This time however, you only got to see her feet...)


Pretty Mirkka and her designs.


Deco-jewellery from Hoochie Mama Jane. The same series as these!


Some items from good ol' Ansa Vintage. My lovely newly wed friends from Vaudeville were also there but I had some problems getting decent pics so Mimi and her beautifully growing belly has to be seen some other time here...


Tamara 1965 from Tallinn, familiar from the Tallinn retro fair last spring. (We recommended them :) (Note the team-posing by the people from Fast n' Loud in the background :)


Vintage and cupcakes always seem to appear at the same events... But why not really, looks good, tastes good, so yeah!


Eddi has the coolest T-shirt in town.


Ina bought a great pair of shoes, or, boots, from Americana.


As usual, there was a lot of great stuff...
...which mostly means I end up buying nothing, as there is so much to choose from. I'm not able to. You know, can't stop for just one item, I rather just enjoy the atmosphere and browisng around. I did get something though:

A 1950's napkin holder.
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And a fifties umbrella holders. (That's a lot of holders for one day.)

Then I went back to the harbour and loaded and unloaded some more ships (and took sneaky pictures of myself).
And then it started raining a lot.

In late 2006 the company I worked for merged with another one and I started working in a new harbour. Our work teams split up and all routines and systems were new. It was cold and dark late November and we supervised a freight ship that took hours to load, sometimes having to stay at work until two in the night. I was waiting for my winter gear to arrive and froze in my short workwear jacket and rather tight pants (asa they are designed for men there's not a lot of space for the trunk-junk) and hated the fact that the stevedores were checking out my derrière. One of my old colleagues had made a mix CD that we kept in our work van and listened to trough the night. I hated that period and I missed my old work mates.

This song was on the CD and every time I hear it it makes me think of cold those dark nights in the harbour, the cold wind, rusty ship and the big waves splashing up on berth. And now I almost miss that!

Stripes on my window.


Rusty squares by berth.


Clear lines, clear blue skies.


Bird feet pattern on a frozen water pool.


A lot of ice.


A little less ice but some more water.


Now I don't know about you but ice-mash like this always makes me think gin tonic.


No ice (if I wouldn't know better I could fool myself it's summer already). You know all these ice pictures are taken within 250 meters of one another; ice can act pretty strange.


(I just put this picture here because I thought it looks nice with a little red among all the blue.)


I was here.


Yours truly.