Galeria Hanne

Half the candy for tonight's little visitors never made it into the bowl — the bump and I had to quality-check it first, and last night's party is still in my legs. Come help me guard the rest?

Made it home from the Halloween party in one piece, more or less — the costume barely survived the walk from the taxi and neither did my makeup. Come help me out of the rest of it?

Was trying costume ideas for tomorrow's Halloween party and the red cape was the last thing I put on before giving up on clothes entirely. Come see what I settled on instead.

Found a talk at KUBEN tomorrow night about love, money and court cases in old Arendal, and I've already decided I'm going — the only question left is what fits over the bump by then. Will you come sit next to me?

The bump and I finally started on the little room down the hall, and the overalls gave up on staying buttoned about ten minutes in. Come hold the ladder for me?

The whole town smells like lunch with Spis Ute Uka on, so the bump and I claimed a table by the water with a tray of noodles I have zero plans of sharing. Tell me what you'd order?

Got home from the book talk with a signed copy and a head far too full to sleep, so my pajamas never stood a chance. The bump and I are still up with the lamp on. Tell me you'd stay up with me?

Intermission at the shanty night and all those songs about the sea have gone somewhere warm under this dress. Come keep my seat warm for the second half?

The apartment is empty, the whole afternoon is mine, and behaving never really stood a chance. Come keep me company?

Erika Fatland is coming to Kulturhus this week, so I'm trying to finish one of her books before then — I've barely turned a page though, because this sweater keeps creeping up over the bump. Come read the next chapter with me?