hmmm... they were not on the shopping list, but i had been craving for them for a while and a discounted box of 25 was impossible to ignore. you may well be thinking what the..? in my childhood this treat was still called a negro kiss, but then things got all pc and the name was changed to plain suukko (=kiss). they are basically a wafer with a mound of fluffy goo on top, covered with chocolate. these ones, my favourite, taste of mocha but there are many flavours.
in my mind the finnish word neekeri never held any racist or diminutive meaning. it was simply a word for someone of african descent with dark skin. and in the eighties it was still very rare to ever see one in finland. so that word was packed with excitement and mystery. to me it's like a smoky jazz club in the 1920's. but these days you can't say the word without being frowned upon. i find it a pity that such a cool word has been put to shame.
that 'skin tone' yarn from my list? a peachy pink, yes... a bit too much so, but the array of shades wasn't exactly remarkable. it may well end up in the bleach with my lacy spring thing i bought. today i went to another H&M... (initially just to take a shortcut.) my skimpy dress was 10€ there! but it was neither the right color nor size. i bought two things that were also on sale that i'd had my eye on for ages. gray woollen leggings and a stripey top with a ribbon bow collar. it's only navy blue and white but the stripes make my eyes hurt for some reason. i'm thinking of dye, dye, dye again... i should probably pull out everything in my closet, decide which ones to dye a given colour and just do them in big batches. charcoal gray, burgundy, blue and bleach.
i also got a magazine yesterday and guess what's on the opening pages! it says "RAW-STOOL is carved with a chainsaw by hand." i thought it was a side table! oh well. all the better then if it can be both. i did order it, in blue. and i will paint it. by now it should be obvious that i'm kind of picky about colours... the price hasn't registered with me at all yet. guess it was the right one, then. usually i always get a moral hangover from any given purchase. this one probably isn't even on my radar, amount-wise.
oh, and in case you were wondering, the bearded dude on my shopping list = turkish yoghurt. there's a picture of an old guy on the lil' bucket. turns out the guy is greek, had no idea his likeness had been associated with the turks, and wasn't at all impressed. hefty compensations were paid, rumor has it. i'm addicted to the stuff and eat partaäijä for breakfast almost every day. it's makes great savoury dip as well.
my shopping lists (i write a lot of lists! and usually forget them home...) tend to be quite bi-lingual. sometimes they change in the middle, or erratically. i'm not aware of it much. finnish is my mother tongue but my second is a mongrel english, learned from tv, music and magazines. i think and even dream in english all the time. and i think i'm a bit different as a person when i get to speak it, more outgoing. it's odd. but i don't get enough chances to do that. talk has become a rare opportunity.
i try to chat on tinier me, but those kids today are all about abbreviations and seem to have zero attention span. talk about very small talk... i'm a tiresome old auntie who goes on and on, boring everyone out of their minds. and obviously playing hasn't helped with my hoarding issues. i wish i had the same energy getting rid of stuff as i do carrying goods home... i'll share a few of them in upcoming posts. some are shocking.
how's that for alluring suspense?
