Ay que lindo, Theresita!

*sigh* I love colourful things. Every time I see colourful things I get all trembly and excited and I just have to go and wash my face and apply new makeup, or change outfit. Just to be colourful, too. Look, I’m not even writing in full clauses…I just committed fragment sin AND I DON’T EVEN CARE! I feel like a small dog right now, peeing and hopping around because it’s excited that its master is home.  I guess I’m a slave to colour, and Therese Aldgard has just become my master. RAWR! Are you getting a sexy feeling?

Aldgard is Swedish. I knew that before looking at her site because her last name has that little circle over the ‘a’. I’m not sure, but I think Norwegians also use those little accents (I think that’s what they are). I’ll stop right there, before I sound even dumber. I’ll put a Finnish to all of this rambling, so to speak. HA! Swedish-Finnish, get it? Like Northern Europe? Norway? No? Ok. *cough*

I don’t even know what to say anymore. Do I like her photography, or the content within the photos? But isn’t that like saying, do I love MAC or the makeup that they sell? Which is more relevant? Does it matter either way? I’m trying to be really deep and thoughtful right now, which is virtually impossible in my house because someone here is always talking really loud. In an exclamatory way, so to speak…like if we all had little conversation bubbles over our heads, EVERYTHING WOULD BE WRITTEN IN CAPS.  My sister thought that she lost her wallet, so she just ran in the house and was like, “Shit, I can’t find my wallet,” and then my mom said, “Did you have any I.D. in it?” and she answered, “Yea , my medicare [Quebec people, you know what I'm talking about],” so some more banter ensued about her day at work and how her identity can be stolen, and then she realized it was in her room, and she said, “Thank God…that’s a really expensive wallet!” [she's 15..it probably cost 20$], and THEN my mom said, “Yes, but your identity is even more expensive.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

That was way funnier in my head before I typed it out. I needed a small drumroll before the last line and then that little cymbal bash. P-TING!! I love you, Therese. You make my colour dreams a reality.

via Cyanatrendland