DIY Pimp My Earphones

Hi Internet!

I hope you are having a great Sunday. Some days (Sundays in particular) can be gloomy. A good way to break this trend is to have projects. At least that’s what I’ve been doing the last couple of days. One of these projects is what I’ll share with you in this post.

Pimp my earphones! Oh, yes. I did also try to make a video about this with my limited editing skills. I’ll add it to the end of this post.

The tools required for this project are:

• some old earphones (hopefully still working)
• nail polish or paint in whatever colours you are loving/liking/can stand at the moment
• clothes-pins
• some paper to work on (you don’t want nail polish all over the place, take it from me!)
• toothpicks or some other pointy object to use as brush. Since my pointy object is originally made for barbecues I also need a scissor.

First of all, fix your earphones in the clothes-pins and twist one of them so it makes an X. This way the earphones won’t run around while you’re expressing your artsy side.

Choose your painting weapon!

Choose what colour to start painting with and kick off your creative side – my creative side is limited to making several dots. Also, make sure to take only one picture of the painting process and make it as blurry as possible, thank you.

When you have painted the earphones with all of the colours you’ve chosen let them dry for about one hour – or longer if you have super duper paint and not nail polish.

And tada, you’re done! You’re a true artist!

They actually ended up better than I had expected. Woop woop! And because I always become overly excited when a project turns out fine without something catching fire, the floor turning into a new colour, or other horrible things, I honestly made a happy dance right before shooting the result photos. Happy dances are underestimated.

Here is also my video of the process:

 

Book Review Sunday: The Bell Jar

The Bell Jar written by Sylvia Plath.

This book is honestly one of the best books I’ve ever read. It’s extremely well written, it’s composed perfectly, and the story speaks directly to my heart. The Bell Jar is pretty depressing – in an artsy kind of way – and let us follow a young woman’s thoughts and life in (what I reckon) 1950s New York. She should be living a dream life, and is in fact doing that in other’s eyes, but something is not right.

Esther Greenwood, the main character in the book, reflects on everything around her in a cynical way, which, I imagine, works well for a lot of people. For example she thinks about the Rosenbergs electrocution in this way:

How wonderful?

What I also love about this book is the possibility for it to be relatively self-biographic which makes it a lot more interesting to read. I guess this is because of the author’s life story. If you have the opportunity today, search for “Sylvia Plath” and be amazed by her tragic destiny. To make a long story short, it has been argued for that The Bell Jar actually is the author’s suicide note, and if you read it you’ll know why.

Besides that “fun” fact, The Bell Jar offers a, what I would call, meta perspective where every step Esther, the main character, takes she also notes and discuss. Beautiful. For example we have this glorious discussion with herself about short men:

It is the details in every sentence, in every thought, that makes this book so enchanting, I believe. I’ll let the very last quote for this book review prove the amount of details and how beautifully they are composed together to make a stunningly perfected picture emerge before our eyes:

Over all, this book is quite the opposite to a traditionally “happy story” which, I have to say, really does appeal to me and hopefully to some of you guys too! It is truly a work of art.

The Contrast Between Orange And Blue

Walking home from university yesterday I stumbled upon this beautiful combination of orange brick wall and intense blue sky (or is it a orange/red wall? Now I’m not sure… let’s decide it’s orange!). It’s interesting how I can really appreciate the sight of orange and blue combinations outside but would never really put it in my living room. Anyone who feels the same? Colours outside vs. colours inside.

I find it beautiful with contrasts. Just about one hundred years ago, when I went to mandatory art class in school, I know that the colours blue and orange were called something because of the contrast between them – but what was it?! Aaaargh! Drives me crazy!

Anyhow, it’s pretty.

And I also managed to get the pigeon into one of the pictures. I’m proud of that. Dedicated the rest of the walk home to show the pigeon in various zooms to my girlfriend while she – not as amused as me after the thirtieth time – asked if we could walk and at the same time look at the bird. It has to be said that the previous zoom-showings had been done by halting the walking part of the walk every five seconds. Oh, well.

 

BookReviewSunday: Vår

Vår written by Martin Tistedt.

Vår, or the season of Spring as the direct translation would be, is written – at least in many ways – in a sense of being an anecdote of someone’s preteen years and childhood. It is pretty vulgar, depicting sex and violence as something quite different from what I usually have stumbled on in other books.

It’s outermost a book about love but here love takes on the part as something horrid, forbidden and wrong. Love in this book is not about romance, it’s not about someone meeting someone else to fall madly in love. Love in this book is about lust of the flesh and judgment – and the writer gloats in it.

I won’t lie, it’s an obscene book. Probably a bit too obscene for me. I guess Tistedt successfully brought forth the uneasy feelings he had in mind when he wrote the book from me. Also, I just want to point out that this is not a book you should read at a young age. Overall, Vår, is a book about a lot of the things we don’t want to talk about and Tistedt twists all of those things in a very gloomy and dark way.

I do believe that this book isn’t for everyone but if you do read it, make sure to have an open mind!