Eurovision - oh wow it's here again.

This year, tragically, one of my very favourites is Iceland's entry and I won't be able to vote for it. It's not my favourite because I were developing some soft feelings for my new home - those are already well-developed and mixed well with the occasional "why does everyone drive like they're insane!!!?" -feel - but because I very sincerely like the song. It's a plus that I hear they're going to sing it in Icelandic at the competition.

The usual way things are done here is that the song is in Icelandic while in Iceland and gets translated in English for the competition abroad. Alas, because Icelandic is one of those languages that work on nuances it's almost impossible to accurately convey the original feel and meaning of the song in these translations. So what if the rest of the Europe does not understand Icelandic - that's what subtitles are for.

I have many more favourites for the year of course, but now I'm just going to talk about Iceland's songs that have been memorable to me.

Ahahahahaha aaaaah this woman. Everyone loved to hate Silvia Night, I remember that much from back home. What we and much of Europe did not know though was that Silvia Night is a famous comedian in Iceland and we really should have taken her behaviour with way more salt. That booing in the end is because she had put on her comedian routine which includes lots of bragging and putting others down, but if we take her performance out of that context it's actually quite awesome!

But face it, she really did not stand a chance. I will take this space to remind you of who won that year:

I'm still surprised they didn't set the stage on fire, literally I mean. :D

Anyway, on with Iceland: this is one of the cases where I really wished the song had stayed in Icelandic...

I was really rooting for this one too, it's so sweet. :3

Let's now bring out the big guns! You will NOT be prepared for the mullet! Or the shoulder pads! Or the pants! Or the dance moves and the sparkle - once you watch this one you'll not be prepared for anything you're about to see.

The Finnishness in my soul is rejoicing over how depressing this whole video is. Yes. More. Make me feel mildly suicidal by a Eurovision song and I'll remember you fondly for years to come.

Come oooooon you saw this coming - I'm a huge Páll Óskar fan and the combination of Eurovision and him is like ice cream with chocolate sauce and strawberries.

I'm going to end this post with a song that never made its way to the stages in Europe, and what an unfair thing that was. Oh my God this is the best Eurovision song ever written, everyone else can go home forever! Well ok, Hard Rock Hallelujah was the best. But this comes veeeeery very close!

An aristo inspired outfit.

This is what I wore to bf's company party! Dress is a vintage one from Rokk og Rósir and I totally partypartied in it too although to this day I don't know how. Páll Oskar threw a gig there, and that's the reason for my party-partying.  Tell you also what, Icelanders really can turn a dinner party into a mosh-pit. My experiences included:

- getting elbowed in the head twice

- got almost accidentally kicked by a drunk lady who kept falling backwards

- got finger-slapped across the mug by the same lady, again by accident (or so I hope)

- danced with two pretty ladies, one bald dude and one more pretty lady, our very own Miss K

- PÁLL OSKAR TOUCHED MY HAND OMGOMGOMG

And here's my butt my hair from behind.

Wearing it like a viking.

Snowy day outfit and a tutorial on how to capture that Icelandic style. Of course number one thing you need to do is grow into 180+++cm in height, add some curves and long hair, but if you'd rather start easy this is what you need to know:

A: Icelandic women keep their hair most often either open or in a loose bun. Whatever you decide to do with it, take into consideration that it better be 100% weather proof because I can promise you no hairdo will stay untouched once you take a step outside.

B: The sweater is a bit of a touristy thing but lately it has gained popularity especially among the young Icelanders (the old ones wear them too but don't think they're being hip). It's still relatively easy to tell tourists apart from the locals, based on the sweater: tourists wear brand new sweaters with the patterns one can find in the knitters' booths at Kolaportið. Icelanders' sweaters have usually seen some action and at least one attack by sheep that recognized it as theirs.

C: Show them legs. How sad that most locals have more to show than me but BOBDAMNIT one day I'll give them a run for their money! Nnnngh I can still grow 20 cm I can I can...

By the way, this part cannot be skipped for any minor detail such as a blizzard, freezing cold or a hurricane outside. Miniskirt it has to be, if not then hotpants, coupled with tights. My skirt there is actually too long but I guess I could be forgiven because I'm a foreigner.

D: This one is a bit bizarre, but it's very usual to have pointy bits hanging down your sides. This effect can be made with a coat, shirt, dress or a skirt or even a scarf, or any combination of them. 

The coat can be either black, black or black, or possibly as dark grey as you can find. Preferably dark enough to be taken for black.

E: Rubber boots equal shoes and can be worn anywhere regardless of the situation or weather (mine are fabulous btw). I once came across a waitress in a hotel restaurant who was strutting elegantly in her navy&mauve pair and this was not considered odd in the least. The other option you have for shoes is something extremely extravagant, with as many colours as possible and heels that add a further 20 cm to your height. No really, towering is the first adjective that comes to mind if I try to explain how the grand majority of Icelanders look like, everyone's so freaking tall!

With shoes it's the same as with miniskirts: no reason is good enough to variate too much from the options given. I've seen such amazingly skillful trots over mirror smooth ice on daringly high heels that I've grown a new level of admiration for people who can really walk on beautiful shoes.

And because the weekend is almost here, here's a little something by Páll Óskar to get you in the mood! The song's called "Gordjöss" and non-Icelandic speakers can have a bit of a game of trying to guess how it's pronounced before listening to it. The most daring can try to sing along the chorus:

Það geta ekki allir verið gordjöss

Það geta ekki allir verið töff

Það geta ekki allir orðið fabílos

Eins og ég

Það geta ekki allir verið gordjöss

Það geta ekki allir meikað það

Eins og ég

Have fun!