Monday, April 26, 2010

A little girl with a black moustache

I've grown up with cats and they hold a very special place in my heart. We always had at least one cat and at one point we had 7!

I have a lot of memories evolving around cats: going for a walk with my mother and finding a lost kitten in a field, following a friend's cat around to see where she had secretly given birth to her kittens, wishing I could have the same luck and following our male cat around hoping it would also bring me to a cuddly bunch of kittens, sleeping with a range of different cats in my bed, even having one cat sleep under my arm and moving with me to the other side when I do my nightly turning from side to side.

I remember sneaking into a little closet in my childhood home where our cat had given birth to kittens. My mom told me to stay clear of the closet and leave the kittens alone, but how was a little girl supposed to be able to not sneak in for a peek of such small creatures? There are also a range of sad memories of cats having to be put to sleep and others running away.

Me and Karl stayed in Spain for a few months at the end of 2009. We thought we would be finding jobs there and staying for a year, maybe longer. As we thought we would be staying for a longer period we got a wonderful little kitten.

We didn't seem to find any work and had to start planning a return to Ireland and unfortunately had to leave our beloved cat behind. We found her a good home by putting up numerous posters up and down Main Street. A woman who happened to have been born in Ireland but grew up in England saw our posters and was moved by how we seemed to care for our pet we could no longer keep.

I got really fond of Mjau, as we called her, but we had to leave her behind due to safety regulations. Ever since we have gotten back to Ireland, which would be four months now, I have wanted to get a kitten. This weekend I was finally able to see a little furry ball of playfulness run around the house, as me and Karl drove out to the countryside and got Mjau II.

She isn't really called Mjau II, but she still doesn't have a name. Naming a cat is harder than coming up with a new password!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Sweet Cuddly Dreams

It is lurking close to bedtime for me. My job requires me to attend my desk between the hours of 07.15 and 16.00, so in order to get the minimum of 7 hours which one is supposed to sleep (and which I most of the time don't, with the exception being weekends when you'll be doing good getting me out of bed before 11.00) I usually hop into bed sometime before midnight.

Tomorrow it is Friday, glorious Friday, and Karl will call a person we have been in contact with in regards to taking on a kitten from them. The little lady we wanted to adopt was still a bit week last week and the couple didn't want to part it from it's mother yet. They told us she was the weakest kitten in the bunch. So as it stands we might be driving out to them this weekend and getting a lovely new member to the family.

So I will not only be sleeping schnuggled up into Karl like our adorable fridge magnet looks to be in it's little basket:

I might also have a kitten this weekend who then will schnuggle into me in the same way. But more about this tomorrow. Now: bedtime.

Welcome to My World

The moment I have been waiting for and which all of you, once you get to know me and maybe start reading my blog, hopefully will realise you have too, is here.

I am inviting all of you to follow me in my life, passions and creativity.

As for an introduction of myself:

My name is Sorella, I'm 21 and I'm currently living in the capital of Ireland. You can find the rest of my family in Finland, as this is where I originally am from. I'm part of a small minority in Finland who have Swedish as their first language so I would go about a normal day speaking Swedish, not Finnish, was it not for the fact I am in Ireland. Surrounded by English speaking people of all sorts of nationalities and having a fiancée who is Irish, I work in a call center doing Swedish (and a lot of English) Technical Customer Support as to not totally forget my mother tongue. I am a self proclaimed nerd and love everything technical and wish to pursue a range of technical certifications whilst also being a qualified and professionally trained seamstress who dreams of becoming a fashion designer, as clothes and designing them has been a passion of mine since I was 9.

I am known to be a major music freak and am interested in listening to a lot of different genres, as well as singing and playing the guitar. My musical role model is Mark Knopfler and not only do I wish to play the guitar like him some day, I also wish to meet him for a cup of tea, or a pint of Bulmers before I die. Having a chat while digging in to a large pepperoni pizza would also not be a problem.

I love to write, love to read, love to photograph. I feel I have a lot of creativity and wish to let it flow in any way possible. I hope you will enjoy taking a part of this journey as much as I will be going on it.