Färjil for Scan Magazine

Färjil is a jewellery brand that focus on finding beauty where you don’t expect it to be found and was a part of Scan Magazines top Christmas Gifts.

This is one of my favourite articles, so far. Mainly because the couple that I interviewed were lovely, but also because the designs are very very cool. And, I also talked about it so much that one of my colleagues bought one of the designs for his girlfriend for Christmas. Sweet huh?

You can find Färjil and my article on page 62 and 62.

Asante and Offect for Scan Magazine

I wrote my second and third article for Scan Magazine during September 2018, both for the October Architecture Issue. This issue was all about sustainability and how we are affecting Earth. Asante’s founders really inspired me with their story, whilst Offect showed me how much a brand can do to give back to our planet that we are so reckless with.

Check out my articles on page 18-19 (for Offect) and 89 (for Asante).


Scan Magazine

I have finally come around to display my articles written for Scan Magazine.

I have been freelancing for Scan Magazine since August 2018 and really enjoy it. Interviewing and writing articles gives me such a rush and I wish that I, in the nearest future, can do this full time.

I managed to post about my first ever article and how happy I was with the opportunity, check out this blog post: Tylösand Hotel for Scan Magazine to read that one.

And the following posts will contain the rest of my already published articles as well as the whole webmagazine. Give it a read!

Swedish words in English.

How many times a day do we, non native English speakers, go “argh, there’s such a great word for it in Swedish/Russian/Italian/Hindu/Arabic/Bosnian?

I know I say it all the time, and there are so many words that I feel that English need for it to be a more complex, and colourful, language. So I’ve decided to list a few, because I need more people to understand me when I frustratingly start speaking Swedish.

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Fika – let’s start easy. Fika is something we all need to say and DO! Fika is kind of a coffee break, but also so much more than that. Fika is what you do around three o’clock at work, when the need for a hot beverage hits you, but here, at this time, you should also add something to eat. Maybe a small sandwich, or a lovely cinnamon bun. Some biscuits will do, although today, the first Tuesday in March – Fettisdagen, a Semla would be the best option. Fika is basically optimising your coffee (or tea) break. In my family the evening fika was the best fika. We always had dinner early when I was growing up, around five or six o’clock, and a little fika with tea and scones a couple of hour later always cheered me up. But honestly, you can fika any time you want!

Hen – In Sweden, hen is not a chicken. Hen is the word we use to describe when a person is neither a boy or a girl, a man nor a woman. Hen is the gender neutral pronoun and I find myself using it in English all the time. They, their, and them works, but only if the person you talk to or write to is aware of the pronouns, and people are scarily unaware (read ignorant) about this kind of things. Hen also gets criticised, of course, but when hen is said or written in Sweden everyone know what it means.

Missunnsam – This one of my favourite words in Swedish, and one of my least favourite qualities in a person. When I google missunnsam in English I get “envious” and “jealous”, but that is not all, you can be envious and missunnsam, or just one of them. A missunnsam person is someone who can’t be happy for others success, someone who won’t react when others do something good or are happy about something. It is like a missunnsam person doesn’t give it to other people to be happy, and won’t be happy for them either.

Hetsig – Hetsig is another word for eager, keen, and pushy. Hetsig is when you do something a bit rushed and almost wildly. You can be hetsig and nervous, and hetsig and happy, but it is basically when you do something a bit too fast without thinking much about it. You can be hetsig as you try to flirt in a club, or hetsig as you run in for a tackle in football. Too fast and too eager, which will probably lead to a yellow card or a slap in the face.

Bajskorv – This one is just accurate. Poo in Swedish is poo sausage. Bajskorv.

JAG ORKAR INTE – This is what I moan to Dennis when the internet connection is failing during a movie or worse, an episode of Game of Thrones. Orka is basically “don’t have the energy for it” or “can’t be bothered”. Orkar you go to the shop and get milk? That would be “do you have the energy to go to the shop and buy milk?” And when it’s JAG ORKAR INTE it means I AM TOO TIRED/WEAK/ANNOYED FOR THIS.

Duktig – I say duktig all the time. Mainly because I nanny a 21 month old little boy, but also because my boyfriend is duktig when he’s doing the washing up or tidying our bedroom. Duktig is when you have done something good and need to hear it. It is similar to well done or good job.

Mormor and morfar/Farmor and farfar – All my friends here in England knows that when I say Morfar I talk about my grandfather on my mothers side. In Sweden we have words describing the individual grandparent which I think is something that is highly needed in English. Mormor is grandmother on mothers side, morfar is grandfather on mothers side, farmor is grandmother on fathers side, and farfar is grandfather on fathers side. Easy peasy right?

That is the words I use in my everyday mix of languages, but I also want to introduce you to a few expressions that I have used using English words and gotten a few reactions.

Jag känner inte igen mig – “I don’t recognise myself”. We say this when we arrive to a place we have visited before but somehow doesn’t recognise or remember. It works fine in Swedish, but when I said it in English the first time I heard how stupid it sounds.

Finns det hjärterum finns det stjärterum – “If there’s room in the heart, there’s room for the butt”. This means that if you care for someone or love a person, or just think a person should have a spot on the sofa, there will always be space/room for this person. Like if you live in a small place but a friend is asking if hen can stay over, you can say finns det hjärterum finns det stjärterum!

Kasta inte sten i glashus – “Don’t throw rocks in houses made of glass”. This expressions warn you to talk badly about something a person does that you are also guilty off. Let’s say that I always arrive late to meetings, and then I complain about someone else being late, that would be me throwing rocks in houses made of glass.

When your tummy clench like a fist.

You know that sudden feeling of anxiety, when your tummy clench like a fist? That is how I feel when I see the tab saying “writerhannaandersson” at the top on my computer screen.

I have just finished 14 days of working. I haven’t had a day off since Monday the 18th of February, and I am knackered. But the guilt of not writing (or reading) overtakes my tiredness. The only thing I can think of at the moment is how I should be productive tomorrow; how I should make myself read and write. So I don’t want to go to sleep, because I know that I will probably let myself down tomorrow. And that fist will stay in my tummy and slowly punch its way upwards, towards the area where a panic attack live and wait to erupt.



I talked about self care a couple of blog posts ago, and today I am focusing on that again.

I am sat at a cafe by myself and I feel more at peace than I have done all weekend. This is my first day off in two weeks, and I needed this day, and this time, so bad. I go mad if I don’t get to be just me with my notebook, my computer, and my stupid TV shows at least one day every week. I have been productive without feeling stressed or forced into anything. I have sent emails that I needed to send, I have written paragraphs that I needed to write, and I have made phone calls I needed to call.

And I feel better. Nothing has been hoovering over me today, and I am so relieved.

Now I want to see people again, I want to talk and share, I want to socialise.

But sometimes I need just me, to restart everything.



I have had a pretty romantic day, but not with Dennis. Dennis woke up two minutes before he had to be at work and threw himself out the door five minutes later. Instead, I have had a love affair with:

The weather. The other day I felt the wind blow spring into my face, and it kept doing so today. I took a walk down to the river and just stood for a while. I held my hands against one if the metal gates leading out to the river bank and it was warm from the sun. I listened to sunny music and skipped as I returned home.

Food. I made the most beautiful tomato sauce that I had with pasta, mozzarella, and lots of basil. I made the sauce yesterday and cooked it with one red onion, tomato puree, garlic, eight chopped up tomatoes, a spoonful of sugar, salt and pepper. Honestly, it was sexual. And basil, I love basil.

Tonight Dennis and I will open a bottle of bubbles and eat cake. I think he’s cooking. He might think that I am cooking. But at least we’ll have Prosecco.

Lastly, I just arrived at work, and the semi famous actor who lives next door to the family where I am a nanny is having a successful Valentine’s Day. I guess he has a few dates to tick off during the 14th of February…

I found grey hair…

This weekend has been a bit crazy. I worked Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, and have had a bit of a crisis when I felt sad and done with everything. On top of that I found grey hair in my fringe. I’m not really afraid of grey hair (although I don’t know if I could find my hair colour anywhere else but my head), but I am afraid that I am stressing too much, and that I am in a bad place right now.

I am not sure how to deal with this phase, which is the same as when I started blogging every day a couple of weeks ago, and I don’t know what to do.

Sunday will be my first day off in a while and I can’t wait until I can do nothing.

Tell me about self love.

I have been thinking a lot about self love today, and what I do to listen to myself and feel a bit better.

It is hard, this self love thing, because we are so caught up in everything else all the time, and in all the people around us. It is easy to forget what we actually want for ourselves and what will make us the happiest.
When was the last time you did something nice for you, and you only?

I cook a lot, for others but also for myself. When my partner is away I enjoy putting on some music and cook a nice meal, full of veg and spices. I also like to have a glass of wine while cooking. I feel mindful when I cook; I think about my day, what I have achieved and what tomorrow will bring. I think cooking time is a good time for self reflection, and self love! I am so glad I don’t have a complicated relationship with food and can use that time for thinking and, sometimes, dancing.

Another self love routine I enjoy is going for a walk in a new area. London is still undiscovered and there are so many places, in my area only, that I haven’t seen. I walk, and walk and walk, until I see a cafe that looks nice enough for a coffee break. There I sit, think, listen to podcasts, read, and smile at baristas or babies in push chairs until I feel ready to go again. On my way home my phone usually dies, but that is okay.

And speaking of phones, another self love thing is to turn off your phone. For just a bit. Maybe for a bus ride, while you eat, or an hour before going to bed. You don’t need to be reminded that everyone is so productive all the time.

But I still feel like I need more tips of how to be more self loving, please tell me about yours! Here or on twitter, and let us pass them on so that everyone can spend a bit of time loving themselves. edit7

That was when I realised, I am too.

I finished my article! At least the first draft. I am currently waiting for the interviewee to have a look and give me feedback.
Today I have also taken care of a feverish Hugo. When I woke him up from his sleep his cheeks were red like apples and he was hot like a sauna. 38.7 degrees. Poor thing.

On my way home I listened to one of my favourite Podcasts by two writers from Stockholm. They talked about expectations and how it is to always try to fit in and be the greatest version of yourself. How stressful and exhausting it is. And how afraid we are of failure. How we don’t dare to do what we really want because we are afraid of what other people will say. One of them said “I want to write a book, but I don’t dare. Because what if my biggest dream will be my biggest failure? What if I am not good enough?” And I thought, come on, you are already a published writer who obviously are good enough. That was when I realised, I am too.
I have been published, not as much as she has but still, and still I feel like I can’t do it. I am too afraid to write that book because I am afraid that it won’t be good enough. That I won’t be good enough for my dream to come true.
So, shall I take my own advise and believe in myself? Or should I keep thinking that everyone is better than me? (Probably the second but at least I gave it a thought).