A laundry room. A lost pair of reading glasses. A peanut butter cocktail that belongs in the Louvre of failures. THIS, my dear viewers, is not just a vlog—it’s a lifestyle novella 🎭
Join me in today’s glamorous chaos as I prepare for a fabulous invitation: Magnus—globetrotter, artist, and one of Sweden’s few truly decadent drag exports—has finished editing his videos from his springtime travels through Mexico. A private premiere awaits this Thursday, and I simply must be ready 🎥💃
But before I can sit front-row, the linens must spin. So I set off—elegantly but determined—to my laundry room, a block away (yes, one whole block through Midsommarkransen's charm) 🧺
There I handle four rugs, two machines, and an avalanche of socks. Somewhere in this madness, my beloved reading glasses disappear. It becomes a Scandi-noir mystery set in the rinse cycle.
In the meantime, I unveil my sock-sorting hack (it involves joy and drama), and a rather refined underwear folding technique—learned backstage during my theatre days, where a clean fold was as sacred as a costume change 💫
AND THEN—like a lost pearl earring found beneath a velvet chaise—I discover my glasses tangled among the socks. A climax worthy of Bergman himself.
But I don’t stop there, darlings.
At home, I try to blend peanut butter and vodka into something drinkable. Do not repeat this. When shaken, it curdles into something horrifying. It looks like postmodern architecture and tastes like regret. 🍸
This video has it all:
• Domestic glamour
• Cocktail failure
• DIY laundry drama
• A sock-based redemption arc
• And an invitation to cinematic delight
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