The Swedish

by Ashley Weeks Cart

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Today, I cash in on my 30th birthday present and head overseas to celebrate with my spirit person. We haven’t seen each other in nearly four years. We are long overdue. Maja was an exchange student from Sweden my senior year of high school. Our mutual connection to all things blonde, six foot, and loud instantly bonded us. She is now a Swedish fashion designer, and is responsible for my absolutely stunning wedding dress (see lower right image for proof of her amazing work). She, too, turned 30 this April, so we are celebrating the milestone together, over much vodka and minimalist Scandinavian design. Skål!

I’ll be in Stockholm until next Tuesday night. In the meantime, send calming, nay tranquilizing, thoughts to my children so that James survives the next eight days with his sanity intact. I’ve given him full reign of this space, so we’ll see what kind of mischief he can get himself into while I’m otherwise disposed.

Many thanks for all the birthday love, and I’ll see you in a week! Puss puss!