This blog is not about city life, fashion or glamour, so this is the exception that makes the rule. Or perhaps not. I am simply no good at writing about fashion. I think I might have been at some point in time, but I’ve completely lost that loving feeling for it. I will leave that to someone else. Instead, I want to write about sisterhood.
Most of you already know this, but I still want to do a small presentation of my sisters. I have two. Both are extremely skinny, have very large hands and mouths, and share my sense of very, very bad humour. We are the three Ents.
Lina, a.k.a Judge Dredd, is the oldest and tallest of us. She is actually a judge. I still laugh when I think about how she came to work at Svea Hovrätt in Stockholm and was completely unaware of the fact that wearing an extremely short combat skirt might not entirely be acting by the books. Lina is interested in everything and everyone. You may not get much said in a conversation with her (she is the only person I know (except from perhaps Martin) who can get me to shut up), but that is just because she is posing so many questions about you, your life, ideas, dreams, hopes, fears, and so on, and so on. She is one of the most naive and smart people I know. AND she can wrestle any man. Don’t mess with the judge!
Karin Roy, a.k.a Cookie, is a pain in the ass. She is actually painfully smart, and she is not shy to spell it to your face. I remember when we were kids. Since I was 6 years older, I of course thought that I could get away with telling her what to do and think. Think again. No way. Can you imagine how annoying it is to get beaten by a 6 year old? Very. I used to tell the joke that our parents tried making the perfect child with Lina, succeeded with me and that Cookie got the left overs. But of course, the joke was on me. Kakan got all the talent in the world. She makes jewelry that just blows everyones mind, both because of its beauty and uniqueness, and because every little detail has a thought behind it. Be it a map over her running paths in Barcelona, a specific fish’s mating habits, or chaos theory (Kakan’s stuff). And she runs like the wind. I sometimes think that she must have small wings attached to her heels. Lina is not a bad runner either, not at all. When I came down to NYC from Laramie, I thought I would have a fair chance against them. For once, I thought, I would perhaps even beat them sinc I had been living on 3000 m altitude, and since I’ve been climbing mountains all spring. Of course not. There is a reason the photos of our running session is taken from the back… I think that my sisters are secretely superheroes, that is the only explanation (it cannot be that I’m a lousy runner, of course not).
So, these are my (and all mine) beloved sisters. We are very alike and very different. We drive each other mad at times, but we always love each other above almost everything in the world. I am so so so happy that I have them. They are the coolest people I know.
This last weekend, we met in NYC. For some years now, we have put aside a small amount of money each month to a “sister’s account”. This week we spent it all, and of course, it was totally worth it.
We could not have done it if our dear mother hadn’t chipped in now and then, and given us tickets to Phantom of the opera as birthday presents (thought I wouldn’t like it that much, no, Im still a sucker for good musicals). Thanks a million! Our stay was made so much better by the presence of Nina Kauppi who lives and thrives in NYC. Fantastic person, indeed.
EDIT: So the Older Ent told me she missed the reason for why I actually enjoyed the Phantom of the Opera in spite of being one of the perhaps most overplayed musicals in history. So here is my reason: We have a Swede on the team (Peter Jöback), in the leading role to be precise, and he practically swept the stage away from everyone else in the cast. The reason for why he was so good was because he dared to be ugly as hell.Peter Jöback is normally a very good looking guy (perhaps not my type of guy, but I think that most women and men would say that he is very handsome), and I thought that he was kind of vain. However, in this show, they had made him butt ugly. The trousers he was wearing gave a view of his crotch that was everything but flattering (we were in the fourth row so we could see EVERYTHING). The theatrical make up enforced his uglyness and his way of acting was brutally ugly. Taken together, it made you really feel how evil the phantom was. However, you still couldnt help feeling sympathetic to the old bastard. That is good acting ladies, gentlemens and hens. The total uglyness also enforced the fact that his voice (which wasn’t at all that buttery musical as it normally is, but more tormented and rough), is totally awesome and much much better than any one else on the team. I loved it. Lastly, I have always loved freaks and ghosts, so what could be better than combining the two?