rose's random rambly writings

I was out looking for a present for my godson who just turned four. On my way to the toy store, I passed a book store presenting lots of children's books in the shop window. Even though he can't read (well, not Norwegian anyway), I saw some pop-up books and remembered how I used to love those as a kid and decided to stop and glance on what they had.
That was pretty scary...
Apparently, kids today are supposed to learn to go the toilet with the help of a pop-up book!
And what's a bit more disturbing than them actually writing the sounds that would be heard when having a bowel movement in colourful speech bubbles, is learning the children to hang the toilet paper the wrong way!

I bought him Lego.

A couple of weeks ago, I was invited to a sneak opening of a design store here in Oslo.
The store is originally Swedish, and mostly sell things from unknown designers. Everybody can apply to have their stuff sold in the shops, and each week new items are selected.
I often find little fun things there, and it's a perfect place to find a present or three in - whether it's a matchbox with quotes from a famous, somewhat bombastic, Swedish TV-guy, lego ear rings or an embroidery set with quotes like "You say tomato, I say fuck you!".

My anticipations were high when I read in the invite that everybody would be given a goodie bag together with the champagne and snacks. I mean - with so many cool things...
Well. Here's a picture of what we got:We got a bag, a copy of Elle Interior (the Norwegian edition), a bottle of water and a small round plastic thing with a hole in it.
The bag is ok. The magazine I gave away. Water can always come in handy, but what the heck was that little round plastic thing?

As I found out (thanks to the infocard also included in the bag, but not on the picture), it's a thing for hanging up your dishcloth (as shown here with my Clint dishcloth - also bought at that shop once...).


Yeah... Well, the champagne was good