Champagne at Cadierbaren

Som jag längtat efter ett glas bubbel. Även om man knappast kan säga att jag varit på någon form av champagnespecifik-fasta. Nej, det har blivit ett och annat glas bubbel och när en kollega frågat vad jag vill ha i baren och föreslår champagne - ja, då är det ju lite oartigt att tacka nej. Det är trots allt en av mina favorit go-to drinkar när jag är ute. 

Hursomhelst, med julen runt hörnet passade jag på att bjuda in några tjejkompisar till en bubbel-kväll på glittriga Grand Hotel

Det finns en del riktigt fabulösa ställen i Stockholm att dricka bubbel på innan julen och jag måste ändå säga att Grand Hotel ligger på min personliga topplista. 

Några minuter efter den utsatta tiden var alla på plats. När jackorna var inhängda och efter en spontan fotosession i det snygga badrummet gick vi tillbaka till lobbyn för att titta på den stora granen i lobbyn. Ganska snabbt kom konversationen in på huruvida granen faktiskt var riktig. Eftersom mina vänner är grundliga personer som inte bara tittar och viftar bort något - egenskaper de har i både sina jobb såsom personliga livet - fortsatte de med att noggrant inspektera granens grenar. Och där blev de kvar: Ekonomijournalisten, Sportjournalisten och bästa vännen Frida. Då mitt intresse för granens äkthet inte är lika utvecklad stod jag och filmade (#whatIdo). 

Efter en stund deklarerade Ekonomijournalisten, den självutnämnda granexperten, att den inte alls kunde vara äkta. Den luktade ju faktiskt inte gran, inte alls! 

 - Vi borde ju faktiskt fråga. Exakt vem som sa det vet jag inte troligtvis allihopa. Så vi traskade bort till conciergen - who else liksom - och frågade. 

 - Ursäkta, är den stora granen äkta? 

- Ja. 

- Du kanske har sett att vi har gått runt och inspekterat granen, sa jag lite skämtsamt. 

Han nickade bara. No words… 

Så vi fortsatte till Cadierbaren och hittade några platser. Med en plats för lite gick Sportjournalisten och försökte envist rulla bort en sittpall till vårt bord. Inte det lättaste att göra om man är klädd i kjol och inte riktigt vill lyfta med knäna. Så en gentleman vid bordet reste sig och hjälpte till. 

Där skålade vi av 2017 med champagnedrinkar och utnämnde året till förändringens år - med nya drömjobb, frilansjobb, skrivna böcker och nya lägenheter. Blir alltid så himla inspirerad av dessa fantastiska tjejer och den här kvällen var inget undantag. Några timmar senare betalade vi notan och begav oss ut i den iskalla natten. Tillsammans med Sportjournalisten tog jag en sista promenad genom den julprydda Stockholm. Så otroligt mysigt! Julkänslorna föll verkligen på plats. 

Nu är jag hemma och systrarna har julhandlat färdigt och vi förbereder för tjejkväll - Sister’s Edition. Äntligen! 

 
 
English:

How I have longed for a glass of champagne. Though it’s hardly as if can claim that I have been on some form of Champagne-specific-fast. It is after all one of my favorite go-to-drinks when out and when a colleague has asked what I want from the bar and suggested champagne - well, it’s just rude to say no. 

Anyway, with Christmas just around the corner I decided to invite some girlfriends to a girls night at the glittery Grand Hotel. There are a couple of fabulous places in Stockholm to have a glass of bubbly at this time of year and I have to say that Grand Hotel is one of my personal favorites. It is just so Christmasy there.

A couple of minutes after the time we had said - everyone was there. With our jackets safely in the closet and after a spontaneous photo session in the ladies room (which is absolutely gorgeous) we headed back to the lobby to have a look at the big Christmas tree in the lobby. The conversation then quickly became about whether or not the tree was real. Since my friends are thorough people, who do not simply look at something and then draw a hasty conclusion - qualities they have both in their chosen careers and personal lives - they continued to inspecting the tree. There they were: The real-life Becky Bloomwood, the Sportjournalist and the best friend. As my interest in the authenticity of Christmas trees isn’t anywhere near as developed as my friends I stood back and caught them on camera (#WhatIdo). After a while the real-life Becky B, also the self-declared tree-expert, declared the tree to be false. After all it did not smell tree, not at all! 

 We really should ask someone. So we headed over to the concierge - who else - and asked! 

- Is that big tree real? 
- Yep.
You probably saw that we have been inspecting it, I said jokingly. 
 He just nodded, no words… 

So we continued the party over to the bar and got a table. Since we were one seat short, the Sportsjournalist walked over to another table, asked if the seat was taken and then stubbornly attempted to roll a seating-stool (?) to our table. Not the easiest task if you are dressed in a skirt and not too keen on lifting with your knees. So a gentleman at that table got up and did the lifting and moving while the rest of us were doing our best not to laugh our asses off. 

 There we sat and toasted off the year with champagne-drinks and declared 2017 the year of changes for us all - with new dreamjobs, freelance gig, writing books and new apartments. I am always so inspired by these amazing girls and last night was not an exception. A couple of hours later we paid the check and headed out into the freezing night. Together with the Sportsjournalist I took one last walk through a Christmas-decorated Stockholm. So cosy! Really started feeling the holiday season. Just in time. 

Now I am home where my sisters have finished doing the last Christmas shopping and it's time for our Girls night - Sister’s Edition. Can’t wait!


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a cup of freshly brewed from Jude Law

Varje år under de kyliga decemberveckorna blir jag nostalgisk och börjar drömma efter juliga stunder under de skimrande ljusen. 

Mysstunderna som börjar spela sig i mitt huvud är ruskigt lik de i Hollywood-filmer. Tänk the Holiday och Ensam hemma 2 när Kevin springer runt på the Plaza i New York. Jag vet, där har vi konsekvenserna av att ha sett alldeles för många filmer under min uppväxt. Det har faktiskt sina fördelar att se på vissa stunder ur ett hollywood-filter. 

Även om de stunder som jag själv planerar inte blir riktigt lika flådiga som glittriga Plaza eller som en mysig stuga på den engelska landsbygden där jag får en kopp nybryggt kaffe från en nyvaken Jude Law, så brukar de bli väldigt mysiga. 

Den här veckan, veckan innan julafton (!), avslutar vi med ett kundmöte idag. Sedan rundar vi på kontoret av fredagen med en mysig pre-3.e adventsfika & glöggmingel. 

I helgen är planen att fylla timmarna som inte redan är uppbokade med min dator på något av stadens kaféer som bjuder på en utsikt över Stockholm och stadens juldekoration. Ja, du som följer den här bloggen vet att jag absolut älskar de där ensamstunderna. 

När det är begränsat med dagsljus finns det inget bättre än att börja dagarna med en kopp kaffe på en av stadens morgonpigga hak så minst en morgonkaffe väntar. En tur förbi någon av stadens julmarknader. Springa runt i butikerna och smutta på en och annan pepparkakslatte. 

När hemresan närmar sig kommer jag ha lyssnat ihjäl mig på den egenkomponerade julspellistan på Spotify, ätit skrämmande mängder pepparkakor, religiöst följt julkalendern och hela kroppen kommer att vibrera av längtan efter julen. Och troligtvis delvis av de all koffein från de där <3 kaffestunder. 

 

English: 

Every year, this lovely nostalgic feeling hits me in december and I start dreaming about Christmasy-moments. The scenes that play out in my head are scarily alike those in Hollywood movies.

Think the Holiday and Home Alone 2 when Kevin is chased around the Plaza in New York. I know, there you have it, the consequences of watching too many movies growing up.

It does however have it perks looking at some moments through a Hollywood-filter. Even if the ones I am planning, don’t have the glitter-effect as the Plaza or that of a cosy cabin in the English countryside where Jude Law hands me a cup of freshly brewed coffee, they are pretty darn nice.

Like this week, also known as the week before Christmas, when we end the week with a Christmas-fika at the office. This weekend the plan is to spend the hours not already booked with my computer at one of the cities many coffeeshops that have a view over Stockholm and the Christmas decoration. Well, you who follow this blog know how much I love my alone-time in between events and coffee (wine) dates.

When it’s the darkest time of the year there is nothing better than to start off the days with a cup of coffee out at one of the coffeeshops with the early opening hours. So there will be at least one early early morning coffee. A visit to a Christmas market, some mandatory running around the shops and a couple of gingerbread lattes.

By the time it’s time to go home I will have listened to my Spotify Christmas playlist about 278 times, have eaten freakish amounts of gingerbread, religiously watched every episode of the Christmas-calendar children show and my entire being will be vibrating with the longing for Christmas. And of course probably partly from all the caffeine. 

 
 
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I'll take you to the (barber)shop

Over the past couple of years it has become consistently more popular for men to grow a beard. What exactly happened? All of everywhere you looked men where walking in a row, all dressed in a shirt and a beard taken out of a magazine from the 1800s. And it wasn’t like everyone (okay me) thought, just a fashion trend that came and would quickly passed. Instead four years passed and friends and brother’s every now and then still challenge each other in their new favorite game: the contest of Whoever has the Biggest beard wins.  

If you believe Iman Khalaf it just doesn't get any manlier than the beard. He is one of the five men mentioned above. No, I take that back, he is rather the guy they visit when wanting to cut, trim or style their beards. After having finished beauty school not four year had passed before Iman started the salong Barbershop in the west coast city Borås. 

Personally I prefer a three-day shade, just the kind of girl I am and a month long project isn’t really my thing. But it does seem that every man who is not blessed with a beard wishes they had one to brag about. 

 

— When the trend came 4 years ago it was mainly hipsters who had a beard but today a whole lifestyle has developed around it. Us men don’t really do our nails or use makeup so a beard becomes our own thing. Personally I think that the beard becomes an accessory for men, Iman says.  

So where did the love story of Iman and the beard first begin? 

— I have always had an interest in fashion and when it was time to choose a high school I chose beauty school with focus as a hairdresser. I graduated in 2000 and the same day I started working. In 2004 I opened my own salong and it went amazingly well so a couple years later we moved into a new studio and had a reopening. 

 

How come you started Noberu? 

— In 2013 I finished second place in the contest Swedens best beard and discovered that there was a huge demand for male beauty products. That’s when Johan Lindell and I started Noberu of Sweden. 18 month’s later you could find us Noberu in 22 countries and we keep growing for each passing day. 

 

What is the difference between a hairdresser and a barber? 

— The main difference is that a barber works exclusively with men. Of course a hairdresser can work with beards and shaving, so a hairdresser works with both men and women. 

 

What is the best part of having a beard? 

— That you don’t have to shave! I love my beard! It’s like wearing a nice coat. 

 

What should men with beard do? 

— Use good products and trim. 

 

What is a BIG no no? 

— Seeing a bad barber or use products that contain silicon. 

 

Name a couple usual mistakes you have seen men do in styling? 

— Just like women many men use bad products that contain lots of crap. Or they simply use too many products. 

Do you have a secret trick to stop your beard for scratching your partner when kissing? 

— Just get a someone who loves a beard. No but seriously, in my experience the longer the beard the better. 

 

4 quick ones: 

Name your worst fashion choice? I love all of them, they were right when I did them. 

You favorite style? The one I have today. Rock but dressy. 

Food that always gets stuck in your beard? Hamburger and semla. 

What people without a beard could never understand? How much you can love your beard! 

 

3 tips for men with beard: 

Have a good barber

Use great products (Noberu!) 

Give it lots of love  

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