Truly a Weekend of Frills

This weekend has been more wonderful than I could ever describe. It started with a sleepover with one pf my very best friends, whom I later on dressed up as a girl. The next day the fun continued with a big Lolita picnic and a trip to Stockholm's biggest themepark, Gröna Lund where my sister and I ran around and rode the Merry-go-Round and many other things while the others took pictures, mingled and ate a lot of sweets. It rained a little during our picnic but fortunately the weather cleared up later in the evening. And as if that was not even enough, two of my friends stayed at my house that weekend and we had a very cozy movie night before going out on the town on sunday.

Also, as I do not belive I have mentioned this, a very nice girl, known as Treeworshipper on DeviantART, came to Sweden this weekend and we spent quite a lot of time together on both saturday and sunday. She and her friend even came with us to Hanna's abode to watch Nana on sunday night. Unfortunately, all good things must have an end and so we said goodbye to them on the way home and then I was forced to say even more goodbyes the next day since both Evelina and Cissi had to go home again.

Oh well, no need to dwell in the past. I had a wonderful time and I will leave it at that.

Photographs from Sunday~

Hanna~

My favorite dress~

She looks so good in brown~

Cissi~

Evelina~

Photographs from the Saturday Picnic are to follow.

My sister and I~

Gorgeous people~

Yarr! There be pirates!

So sweet~

So cute~

He makes such a good girl~

Little ol' me~

All of the photos are in a slightly tumbled order since Blogger does not like me. But please, bear with it. From now on Sunday comes before Saturday!

A nice Christmas...

....starts with a trip to the amusement park Gröna Lund with a girl's best gay friend.

It involves posing in front of Tyrol....

...and among some giant christmas gifts and later on the riding of an old Carousel...

The next day dawns and with it comes the time to go ice skating....

... which results in the breaking of a bone or two and three days spent in the hospital.

Then, finally, comes the loud Christmas Eve at home with a n arguing family and a mother that is so drunk that she does not remember what either of her children got for Christmas.

Happy Holiday! *please note the irony*