Valkyrie

Lately I’ve been obsessed with synthetic hair.

I bought two clip in bangs – one red and one blue – for my Tank Girl costume.

I put them on under the trapper hat and tuck my hair into the cap and voilà!

I have Tank Girl’s colored hair without dying my own.

The clip in bangs remind me of some Swarovski crystal clip in extensions which I bought to wear at a Labyrinth-themed wedding at unSCruz.

So pretty!

So I scoped out custom synthetic clip in dreads on Etsy and lo and behold they have a selection of options for me.

Personally I love these Viking clip in extensions:

I also like these boho clip ins:

As much as I’d love to get them, it’s a little crazy for me to buy them thinking I’d wear them on the playa.

For one, the playa DESTROYS everything it comes in contact with.

For another, it’s hard enough to get a brush through my regular hair, let alone try to keep it neat and tidy with clip in extensions in while at Burning Man.

So I’m going to forego extensions for the time being but I’m really starting to feel the Viking vibe coming off this photo:

And I’m thinking it might be my inspiration photo for my next Burning Man outfit.

Le sigh!

F*cking Swedish Meatballs

Today, as I chatted with my friend Michelle, I realized that I’m doing things specifically to please The Swede.

I bought him a Man Crate for Christmas.

He has to open it with a crowbar.

I picked out a cool shirt for his daughter.

I’m joining a lodge for the Daughters of Norway.

I’m even learning Swedish.

Slowly.

Eventually I’ll be able to say, “Jag kan prata lite Svenska” and actually mean it.

The truth is I like to do things, and learning about my Nordic heritage is just one more worthy activity to occupy my time and keep me engaged.

My only reservation about it is that it is lacking in ethnic diversity.

Oh, sure there are all different age groups represented, though it does tend to skew toward older women but I’ve learned that there are acres of wisdom in older generations.

And how else will I learn how to cook those awesome little Swedish meatballs without someone showing me?!

I got a recipe for FRUIT SOUP during my first lodge meeting.

And it is NOTHING like sangria, which is MY version of fruit soup.

These are the things I need to know.

Yes, so I can impress a man.

He should already be impressed but just in case he isn’t I am pulling out all the stops.

I might not be able to speak the language as well as The Swede speaks English, but at some point I will be able to cook him a Swedish meatball.

I’m obsessed with fucking Swedish meatballs.

😉