About Andrea

Getting back on that horse

It has been almost a year since the last time I posted something on this…eh, blog. That is too long. It is way too long to still define myself as a blogger, one could even argue that it’s too long to define myself as a journalist. Well, no matter how you twist and turn it I still have a journalism degree, and I should start making use of it. Soon.

Looking back at my first year post-university I can tell you that I spent eight weeks as a web intern at Amnesty International. And I’ve spent six weeks travelling South East Asia. That leaves me with months I can’t really account for.

Dont get me wrong I haven’t spent six months in a coma or anything. I have been working. Nobody told me that as soon as you start working the rest of your life goes out the window. Maybe it’s just me, but after eight hours in front of a computer with a constantly ringing headset, the last thing I want to do when I get home is to flick open the laptop to blog and scour the internet for fashion inspiration. In fact the only thing I want to do is take a nap. If I feel particularily dutiful I might go to the gym.

But those days are gone, from 16 September I am happy to call myself a student, yet again. An MA International Journalism student, aspiring journalist AND blogger.


When I disappeared from blogging I started instagramming…follow me here.


Show us the pretty

I have to admit I prefer autumn/winter fashion over spring/summer, but as the days turn darker and colder (I have whipped out the down jacket already..) it’s nice to look back on brighter, warmer days. Below is my current girl crush Elizabeth Olsen in Glamour UK’s March 2012 issue. Happy weekend!


Fashion shower

Wah! Since I last blogged I’ve gone from unemployed (scary word eh?) to working back to back..Intern by day, call centre by night. Busy days, but busy goooood. It’s so much better to have jam-packed days and evenings than to have nothing.

I only managed to catch up with the “web world” last night, or well…the “web fashion world” as it’s sososo far off from what I do Monday-Friday. I’m probably the last person in the world to see Anna Dello Russo’s Fashion shower video? But BOY do I need those alligator sunnies, it might be the only thing I NEED this autumn.

Oh well! New week, new opportunities tomorrow! I’ve got butterflies in my stomach, Oslo autumn is looking pretty OK right now.

Interview with the Dalai Lama

Osloers! Grab a copy of the August issue of =Oslo before it’s too late! I’m proud to say I translated Danielle Batist’s interview with the Dalai Lama from English to Norwegian. It’s not only a very interesting piece, but it’s also the very first time I see my name on print. Excitement!

It’s published in all the Erlik Magazines, as well as Megafon in Bergen. Might put up readable scans somewhere once the magazine is off the street. Happy Monday to you all!

Tidelidee’s Lovely to see you – Tarja, six years old

There is no use denying it: I am, and always will be the crazy dog lady. Six years ago today a (rock)star was born, named after a Moody Blues song her name was Tidelidee’s Lovely to see you, until we added another rock star name eight weeks later and named her after Tarja Turunen (if you don’t know, google it). I can barely remember life before Tarja, I can’t imagine one without her and she was sorely missed when I lived in London. And since we love our pup we took a teeny tiny little shopping spree at Pet Shop Girls

The birthday girl having her birthday treat…(no worries, my sis ate the brownie)

The compulsory birthday “photoshoot”….

By now she’s just as annoyed as I used to be with mum when she took birthday photos of me as a child…

And then the presents….a treat box to match our mama’s kitchen and a new harness from UpCountry.

Evening walk in Vollen


Beach Blanket Babylon, Notting Hill

The compulsory, but ever so cheesy champagne pose. Also notice the lack of plates for our bread…

Keeping the graduation and London theme from my previous post I thought I’d share my opinion on the restaurant where I had my graduation dinner, Beach Blanket Babylon in Notting Hill. I had read rave reviews on quite a few of the blogs I follow, so naturally I was eager to see this place for myself. You should go for the decor alone, it’s such as fascinating place, sadly we were seated in the basement which is fairly dark and boring compared to the rest of the restaurant (not to mention boiling). As it was roughly 30 degrees outside the conditions for a three-course meal wasn’t the greatest, you’re simply not hungry in that kind of heat. Hence, the courses I chose weren’t the most exciting.

The goat’s cheese salad I had as a starter was great, the roast chicken I had for mains was OK, roast chicken is too dull a dish for celebratory dining, but in the heat that was all I could stomach. For dessert both me and my sister had three scoops of ice cream with meringue. Tasty enough, I’m easy to please with desserts, but it took forever to get to our table. How long does it take to slab three scoops of ice cream on a plate? The restaurant was not busy at the time either.

Service in general was really slow, and our waitress knew nothing about neither the dishes nor what kind of wine would suit our choices.  All in all the food was good, above average and despite bad service I would probably go again, at least to check out the bar as we never got around to cocktails. However, if you’re celebrating something I would go somewhere else.

I could be a super hero

I realise that I sounded like a spoilt emo kid in my last post. But who doesn’t when they are trying to get over the love of their life? Anyway, Sunday was a hot day indeed and I spent it lounging on the terrace reading What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami. A thin but amazing book. Already in the foreword Murakami reminded me of something important: Suffering is optional. OK, so maybe he was talking about running, but I believe I can apply this motto to my own life (I don’t run…).

“Here it is: Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Say you’re running and you start to think, Man this hurts, I can’t take it anymore. The hurt part is an unavoidable reality, but whether or not you can stand any more is up to the runner himself. This pretty much sums up the most important aspect of marathon running.”  (Haruki Murakami, 2008:vii)

Well…if I can compare my gap year to a marathon, then from now on I choose not to suffer. One great thing happened this summer: I graduated, with a damn fine degree in Journalism and News Media with Human Rights! Another great thing about this summer is that I fell head over heels in love with The Dunwells and their song I could be a king. It sort of sums up the excitement of graduating. So I choose to be a super hero (as cheesy as it may sound). This year that I’m living back home with my parents again I choose to be a super hero-daugther, sister, grand daughter, neighbour, friend and very, very hopefully a super hero-intern.

A summer that never really started is coming to an end

I’ll admit that I never had any hopes for this summer to begin with.  No plans. I’ve been working all summer, except for one week in London for graduation. That one summer week in London with 30 degrees. Awesome. For the remainder of the ‘summer’ however it’s been approximately 15 degrees and rain. I got a rocking new rain coat though.

Re-adjusting to my Oslo-mode is tough and I envy those heading back to London in a month. Isn’t it funny how we spend all of our school days yearning for ‘freedom’, work and ‘adult life’, and when we’re finally there all we want to do is go back to school?

It’s not that I don’t want to work, I just want to study further. Imagine I hated school for the first 19 years of my life, and that I laughed in my father’s face whenever he would say that in the future I would consider this the best time of my life. Yeah, maybe at 45 when I have snotty teens for myself.  Not at 21, just about to enter the world of work.

Anyhow, I should have gone to bed hours ago. According to the newspapers Norway is going to experience the warmest summer day yet tomorrow. Cause that’s what we talk about in Norway, the weather. I aim for a sunburn. But from the day after tomorrow I welcome autumn with arms wide open. Autumn in Oslo.


This truly seems to be a summer in black and white. Since I last blogged I have made the move across the pond yet again. I’m back in Norway – indefinitely.  It feels wrong to be back. I feel out of place. It hurts.

It’s strange to feel so out of place in the very same flat, street,  town and country I lived happily in for the first 18 years of my life.

Perhaps it’s just a matter of re-adjusting, but right now I feel a gnawing pain in my chest, and I miss London more than anything.