KARLSSON Lifestyle goodies



On Friday the 21st of November I had the privilege to help out at the Diplomatic Bazar in Lisbon. It was held at Centro de Congressos in Belem and approximately 30 different countries participated. Among other things, we sold homemade cinnamon-buns and different kinds of cookies, Noblesse-chocolates and candy. We also had clogs, toys, cards, candles, kitchen towels, socks and cute handicrafted Santa Clauses. The money raised will be given to charity to help the homeless in the Lisbon area.

The first lady of Portugal, Maria Cavaco Silva, opened the Bazar and also visited our table. She greeted us all by shaking our hands and commended us on our traditional outfits. We offered her a small Santa Claus, a chocolate box and a magazine filled with Swedish traditions and recepies. In her bag was also one of my new business-cards - Karlsson Lifestyle Goodies...!

Throughout the day we sold things, gave away candy and chocolate for people to try and explained the various customs in our country. 




Hello! I´m Lisa. Welcome to my blog. I´m Swedish and I live in Portugal. I enjoy food and cooking. I love to try new flavours! I also like design products, clothes, accessories, reading, gardening, travelling and spending time with my family. Every day I try to make our world a better place, by promoting human and animal rights organizations. I´m scared of heights and hairy spiders. Yep! That´s me in a nutshell.



I have the gift of always finding four-leaf clovers. It know it isn´t worth anything. It´s just a part of me, I guess. Every time a find one it warms my heart a little.
I can be out walking the dog when I see one in the corner of my eye. Or I´ll be driving my car when there´s red light and I have to stop for a few seconds. When possible, I pick them up and bring them home with me. The ones I see while waiting for the green light stay where they are, of course. I just drive off, thinking: "If people only knew...".
When I was a child I used to pick whole bouquets with clovers with 4 or more leaves. My record is when I was about 9 years old and found a eight-leaf clover. I ended up in the local paper. Can you imagine? It was so nice growing up like that, in a small town where hardly anything happens. So when a small girl finds a rare clover it makes the news. Wonderful!
Once we were on holidays on the Swedish island of Öland, and on a huge field grew a different kind of clover which all had 4 leafs. So weird when the three-leaf clovers were the hard ones to spot!
Last year a few friends of my youngest daughter came up to me and asked me to find one for each of them. Most of them had never seen one, let alone found one themselves. True happiness in their eyes when they walked off with at least one "lucky clover" each!
When my daughters were small and we lived in our house in Porto, I used to put all clovers in a small glass in the kitchen window. Most of them grew roots and I planted them into the lawn in our garden.
Some facts: According to tradition, four-leaf clovers bring good luck to their finders, especially if found accidentally. Also, each leaf is believed to represent something; faith, hope, love and luck. There are approximately 10.000 three-leaf clovers for every four-leaf clover.
Come to think of it; I don´t remember the last time a saw one. Probably a few months ago, when we were in Sweden. Lately, I´ve spotted a place filled with clovers. There must be thousands of lucky ones. The problem is that they grow in a big roundabout near our closest supermarket. Just don´t know if it is worth all the weird looks I´d get from everyone driving by...



The only time I visited the Swedish island of Öland was when I was an irritated teenager, probably about 13 or so. My sister was only 3 years old. Usually, my family would go to Mallorca for our holidays every summer. But this year my parents decided to do something different.
I hated the whole week. My parents probably didn´t like it so much either. They had been tricked into renting a "pitoresque" cabin, which was actually an old hen house, converted into a holiday cabin. Pitoresque? Yeah, sure! There was no bathroom. What the.....! Only an old fashioned outhouse, with a hole where you would do what you had to do, as quickly as possible, due to the smell in there. Meanwhile, you´d breathe like Darth Vader. And there was no shower available in the house! The idea was for guests to have their baths at a local swimming pool or at the restrooms near the beach. But the weather wasn´t hot enough for us to spend time at any pool. So our personal hygiene had to be taken care of over the sink in the kitchen.
This day in question, my long hair was a little bit greasy and my mom told me I´d better wash it. That would mean hovering upside down over the sink. I said "I don´t feel like it today! I´ll do it tomorrow." My mum insisted and said I´d feel better if my hair was nice. I kept on arguing, saying "It can wait another day. It´s not as if I´m going to meet the KING or anything!" But finally, I did wash my hair and dried it. Off we went, driving somewhere for some sightseeing during the day. We stopped at a shop along a small road. When we went back to the car my mum put the seatbelt around my sister. While doing that she left the door wide open, making it impossible for the car behind us to pass on the narrow road. My father told her: "Agneta, you´d better hurry up. There is a car behind us." My mum calmly answered: "They will have to wait. I´m nearly finished." She then went around our car to her place in the passenger´s seat. She raised her hand as thanking the car behind us for waiting, without looking at it directly. My father drove off, the black car followed and turned at the next crossing. Only then my father spoke. "Did you see who that was? Who waited for you to put the seatbelt on? It was the King!!!". She answered: "Oh, was it? I didn´t see..." After a few moments she turned to me in the backseat and said: "Such a good thing that you washed your hair this morning, wasn´t is? We DID see the king."