Viking Sushi

Stykkishólmur is a small town about two hours drive from Reykjavík. It’s my husband’s hometown. It is absolutely beautiful, with many old houses that have recently been renovated, a small church and two or three restaurants and/or cafés that are definitely worth a visit.

The harbor is filled with small boats and on the dock there a restaurant that offers fish soup and catch of the day. It’s so nice to sit there on the terrace and enjoy a meal or drinks. A tiny island rises tall in the background, giving the scenery a spectacular twist.

There is also a travel agency, Seatours, that offers rides in the sea, and something they call Viking Sushi. Behold:


Viking sushi goes really well with a glass of white wine. Or two.


The crabs were just set loose into the ocean again. There’s not a tradition for eating them raw, I don’t think. That’s me holding one of those cute little squirmy lovelies.

krabbi hólmurinn

The starfish are also just dunked back to the sea. This one seems to be regrowing one of it’s limbs. They do that you know.



I was like, uber pregnant, so, no alcohol or raw fish for me. Bad timing on my part. The trip was fantastic though.

égoghubbyThe scenery out in the ocean is something to write a blog about.






Repurposing Toys and Tools


The shelves at the entrance of my home have now been reorganized and prettified by yours truly. It’s makes coming home a more pleasant experience when chaos doesn’t greet you when you walk in.

The masks are part of costumes from Halloween and Öskudagurinn (the Ash Day in straight translation, an Icelandic holiday where children dress up and sing to get candy).



My boys’ toys now multitask by being toys as well as decorative. It’s nice to give them a new purpose, and it’s made the boys rediscover them and now want to play with them again.

I love using unconventional things for decor.


Our friends wedding invitation. This gives me serious invitation design envy.


Two of my most prized cards we got when we got married. The writing is my ideal blend, humor and love.


Our globe and a meat axe I saved from getting binned. I was cleaning in the storage room and came across some really old tools at my old work. I was told to chuck everything but I couldn’t. I took most of it to one of our national museums but they didn’t want the meat axe, or something. So it ended up with me. A pretty cool item.

They’re standing on a wooden box I purchased at Reykjavík’s flea market, Kolaportið.