We had snow this morning, as mentioned before, and the weather improved only marginally during the day: a few degrees above freezing, and raining off and on. Yuck.

Nevertheless we went out to Vällingby to return some jeans I bought for Ingrid last week.

On the way out I stopped by the Desigual store in KFem because I like to look at their clothes. Desigual (and Odd Molly, another of my favourites) make lovely clothes that I really really like. I’m normally a “less is more” kind of gal but Desigual’s clothes are so happy that that philosophy goes right out of the window. But I almost never buy any of their clothes. They are always great in all sorts of ways but the colours are not quite right for me. Or they look great on the rack but not on me. Or they really look and feel lovely but they’re impractical or hard to care for – silky tunics that require lots of ironing, or dressy tops that I would rarely find the opportunity to wear. And they are expensive. Really expensive. If they were cheap I might buy them anyway, despite those buts, but not at those prices. And then, today – 30% off all Desigual clothes! And a lovely top that fit me! The first time I’ve found something there that I could not just covet but wear. Even with 30% off it wasn’t exactly cheap but I couldn’t let the opportunity pass.

Adrian is teething AGAIN. (So that’s why he slept so badly and cried so much during the night.) It seems to bother him a lot more than Ingrid’s teeth did. This time, wise after previous experiences, I dosed him with paracetamol as soon as I was sure it was teething, and then ibuprofen in the evening when that dose ran out, so the day didn’t turn out too bad. But good god I am tired of this. If he is to get 16 teeth in about a year (6 months to 18 months of age) and will spend two to three days crying for each of them, that means over 30 days of crying, or about a tenth of that year. I wish he could get them all at once, in a week of serious crying, say, but then it would be over and done with.

Anton the Builder finished installed the new door and window in our bedroom and we moved back in. Now Eric is upstairs preparing Ingrid’s room so Anton can do the same there tomorrow and the day after. The photo here shows the new door (our room) next to the old one (Ingrid’s room): nice-looking solid wood vs. dreary dark veneer over chipboard. Plus the new ones are straight, well made and carefully installed, so they open and close without effort, whereas the current door to Ingrid’s room is so skewed that we have to leave it ajar, or otherwise she wouldn’t be able to get out of the room at night.