we've got the allotment now and it needs work. a lot of work. but, it's the end of May and you can't really do anything but mow the lawn and see what happens during the summer. the rent is affordable to say the least, it's as big as our apartment and we pay 240SEK which is approximately $7. it's an old post-war socialistic experiment - give the poor some land so that they can grow potatoes and they'll keep quiet...or something along those lines. I'm not in it for the potatoes but I'll gladly grow some basil, oregano, spinach and other greens i.e things Iggy can put in her mouth.
it's supposed to be organic, there's no electricity and whatever you're doing is supposed to be in harmony with the environment.

I'm all (Frances) farmer these days. dog, kid and greens. I look like hell but atleast I'm..old enough?! I've never been the girl that can go without makeup without looking all haggard, but recently I have been (trying to). I don't know if it means I'm finally mature or it's just about me giving in and up? I'm telling myself it's all about getting freckles. any makeup will hinder the process.
but maybe the whole natural look is bullocks? there is no such thing, it's all sheer foundation and brown mascara?

so I have a family, a dog, an allotment and I buy organic food. I'm a hippie. a hippie with a mohawk. what do you call those? hippunks? punkies? an old friend of mine that I fell out with a few years ago, has apparently moved in the same direction. I guess maybe that's what we do? either we go rockabilly or we become one with nature?