|T-shirt: Rachel Antonoff, Cardigan: Warehouse, Cords: AG Stevies, Boots: Anthro|
This outfit, inspired entirely by one I found on Pinterest (guilty!) was nice and comfy for a Sunday spent chilling out together. We went out for a walk, then grabbed breakfast at a cafe. All very mundane, I'm sure, but that's why it was so lovely! We've also been exploring a bit further out from where we live lately, and our latest find is a bicycle repair shop that also makes smoothies and fruit juice. So obviosuly, it's the most hipstery place in the world, but nice juice is nice juice. Sorry about my squinty eyes, by the way! I took these photos early in the morning, and the sun was blazing
|These cords are light grey, by the way - not white! That's how bright that sunshine was...|
Another thing that happened was that Victor played Grand Theft Auto and I watched him do it. Oh, I was going to read, but when he's playing GTA I'm like a dog with a TV in the room, I can't look away. I'll be pointing and staying, "Don't go there, - go there!" like a total backseat driver. It's even got to the point where I had a GTA-inspired dream the other night. Victor and I were characters in one of the side missions. I suppose I brought this on myself since I'm the one who bought him the game...
And we ended the day with one of the least intelligent conversations in the world. For some reason, we started talking about Charlie Sheen, all the interesting things he likes to say (diplomat, me), and his family.
When I said that I respect how least Emilio Estevez didn't take his dad's name, but tried to make it on his own, Victor had some surprising news for me.
"Don't you know that's their real name? "Sheen" is just a stage name." This mildly blew my mind, I thought Charlie Sheen's billing as "Carlos Estevez" in that Machete movie was a either a nod to his bro, or him just not wanting to feel left out since the rest of the cast all had Latin names.
"Huh," I said. "So he took the same stage name as his dad!" Now, in Norway, if someone looks like their dad's mini-me, we say they've been blown out of their dad's nose. Charming, I know. And it was late, and languages were kind of blending together in my brain, so what I said was, "Because he's like a snot-booger blown out of Martin Sheen's nose!"
There was a long break, then Victor said, "Snot is the same thing as booger, honey."
It kills me that he's always right.