Trying to avoid being a blabbermouth here, but I guess there's no fuzz anymore - I am working at H&M. Totally keeping myself close to Swedish mentality. In the matter of fact I applied for the job while still living in Stockholm. The idea of working at Lidingö H&M overgrew to Tallinn. Who would have known. Living on the edddge!
When I told my families, whom I babysat for, about my plans then after few tears and dissuasion (not at all trying to show here how awesome nanny I was) my boss/mother said "Jag skulle satsa på H&M som ger antagligen fler möjligheter för dig och du får tillfälle att klättra i hierarkin. Min bästa kompis arbetar där. Bara KÖR!" - True story, I say. That woman knew what she was talking about.
Now I will show you the opening madness or at least bits of it I managed to capture.
Here is the big meeting before the VIP opening.
Looks like we are at a funeral, however once you go black you never go back.
"To the battlefield!"
"NEVER TRASHY, ALWAYS CLASSY!"
When you push it on a stick and serve it in small pieces, then everything seems more appealing:
I got lost in the sea of managers:
Ze ladies:
Rocca Rolla:
Lips, the same colour as H&M sign, were almost mandatory:
Since the opening was a very finicky job, I stole some pictures from Caroline Sada and Stellarium:
The line up and I quote one radio show "Is this a beauty competition?":
Ladies and gentlemen. The proof that I was there:
Surprise, surprise I found the most pictures of these shiny people.
I managed to get them quite intoxicated, I hope, since they were the last one leaving/standing.
Good night it was:
Of course a little glass before we go-go.
We so deserved it:
Two days later the grand opening.
The story of our lives:
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