A few words.

As some of you might have guessed, my last post was pre-scheduled. I wrote and posted it on Friday morning, a few hours before the unbelievable tragedy in Norway. When I heard about the attacks I had completely forgotten about my soon-to-be-posted "ten reasons to adore redheads"-post, and I very much hope noone was offended by it in any way.

My blog will be back in business soon. I just have a very hard time focusing on fashion and style and the likes when close to a hundred teenagers were shot and killed. And please don't tell me that tragedies happen all the time all over the world, I know, but you also know that this is the way our minds work. The closer to home, the harder to fathom and deal with.

Ronnie and I had plans to have dinner with some Swedish friends here in NYC yesterday, and we did, tried to distract ourselves. That didn't work out very well for me. After dinner we went to a bar, I tried to have fun and at times I did, but... Then I started thinking about my best friend. She died ten months ago and since then, every day has been an almost impossible struggle. Now I couldn't stop thinking about the hundreds, thousands, of people in Norway who will have to live with that loss. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, friends, colleagues, classmates, boyfriends, girlfriends of the innocent people killed.

So I cried, and I cried, and I cried, and I cried. For hours. (Today my eyes are so swollen I barely recognize myself in the mirror.) I'm pretty sure everyone regretted bringing me to that bar, I wasn't exactly a mood-booster. But then again, dancing on the tables didn't feel like the right thing to do this particular weekend (though I did try that, too).

Once again: my prayers go out to everyone involved in this indescribable tragedy.

And to you who read this blog, I'll be back tomorrow. Until then, take care of eachother and be safe.