*I don't speak swedish. I've picked up a few words in the past year, so I can wander around the party like a slightly drunk toddler, blurting words that don't fit together in one sentence.
"flygplan!" I'll shout. airplane!
I proudly explained to my boyfriend's cousin that my longest sentence was "pigs make good sandwich meat." I also know various terms of endearment for an aging golden retriever. I could not, when pressed, remember how to say 'unwanted pregnancy' or 'toilet brush.' oh, well, there's always next year.
dress: h&m garden collection
necklace: from sabrina
my sunburn was in the final phases of peeling and making me a general eyesore. everyone was too polite to say anything...at least in english. I complained that I looked like an alligator, and someone (who shall remain anonymous) remarked that at the very least, I would make a very lovely pair of boots.
here's a mini-lesson in swedish!
no, sadly, bay area swedes do not wear the highly stereotypical garb of my dream swedes. a girl can dream, though, right?