Norsk Folkemuseum (Part One)

Setesdal Farmstead, (anno 1739) nfm8nfm10
I wore Viking Bling, vintage cross fox fur and a deep red lipstick. nfm6nfm7nfm2nfm4

Made a spontaneous decision to visit Norsk Folkemuseum last weekend (living in Oslo makes it easy to do stuff like this.) Besides, I’m not much of a party lion -getting cultural inspiration is much cooler than clubbing;)  If you have followed my blog for a while you’re probably well aware of my fascination for old buildings, especially wooden ones. I absolutely adore weird, crooked, wood-carved stuff- everything from roots to houses!  What better place to be for a creature like me than an outdoor museum? I mean, how epic is that? Norsk Folkemuseum is the largest museum of cultural history. it has 160 different buildings from rural and urban Norway – from the Middle Ages to the 20th Century. Of course – my favorites are the oldest stuff. Twirling in leaves amongst old lofts made me feel so alive, it was spiritual food for my ancient soul…Modern day time-travel is my kind of fun! Unfortunately, I had very little time when I visited so I literally RAN through it while I was shooting pictures like a maniac. Quite the workout, I must say.

Ever been to this glorious place? What’s your favourite part? 
Ps: Moar pictures to come in my next post.

– Sól Geirsdóttir, The Viking Queen

Askøy Viking Market 

I stopped by Askøy Viking Market as a part of my trip to Bergen a few weekends ago. It was a spontaneous appearance that resulted in a few more treasures that I had to stuff into my suitcase. The market itself is quite small, but very cozy and laid back. Viking Queen approved for sure;)

~Sól, The Viking Queen

Pillaged Viking Beads

Behold my latest Viking Boob Bling creation! This arrangement consists of beads that I have pillaged at various viking markets this summer (I will make sure to post about these viking events soon). I added a witchy vibe with two dried bird feet. *No animals were harmed in the process- the the grouse foot was a gift from a hunter and fellow viking, and the crow was found dead and dried by she.*

I will have the pleasure of bearing my newest creation already this weekend;) very excited to be going to yet another Viking Themed event in just a few days!

~ Sól Geirsdóttir, The Viking Queen

Midgardsblot “2016”

Self –  after sleeping in a tent for a couple of days. If you followed my IG story you probably saw some posts of me and my friends in a so-called “lazy bag”. A lazy bag is a portable sausage sofa, (or something like that). You have to inflate it by running with it for a while. I laughed my ass off in that thing. Chilling and grilling in a sausage sofa by the sea felt so surreal.

Midgardsblot had a Viking Camp too. I was “undercover” and sneaky in urban clothing, but I visited the camp and beheld its glory with great enthusiasm.

Tablet weave porn.

This shield is glorious, and the lady who made it is badass.

Magic stones, For pagan workings (or decoration).
Wonderful viking instruments on display. Getting a demonstration by the maker himself made my day. img_6949-1
Picture from the Wardruna concert, the very last day of Midgardsblot.
The rain was pouring down. (Picture from my IG story on friday)

Midgardsblot 2016 was a blast! I saw so many of my favorite bands and I really hope that this festival will continue to thrive! In my opinion, friday was the best day. Having a beer whilst listening to Skáldmöld, Enslaved and Skuggsjá were the highlights for me. By the way: I met so many of my blog readers and I am honored that you guys came up to say hi to me!❤ It’s been a while since I had so much fun as I had at Midgardsblot, and I will definitely be back next year!

Side story:
You know what? I slept in a tent! A PLASTIC TENT. This is something that others tend to believe that someone like me “should enjoy” – but I really, really don’t. Festivals most certainly aren’t all fun and flowers…ehem. One of the mornings, someone crawled out of their tents and put their drunken bodies in a sleeping bag RIGHT outside MY thick tent wall. These individuals were snoring and farting(!) loudly and shamelessly (This is where I need to mention that I wore ear plugs). That bit was both horrible and funny. Mostly horrible, though. Others spent hours blowing in horns in order to keep the rest of the camp awake. Great fun for them, I guess. Dreadful for me, I know.


In the future, I will probably not be seen at the camp site- I am simply way too fond of comfort and privacy for that. Hahaha! Don’t get me wrong, tents are okay when you are alone, or in very good company of few in the wilderness. Next year, I think I’ll need to find a secret spot underneath a big tree and enjoy some silence between the festivities. I am a classic example of an introvert who has learned to become extraverted, so being able to draw back is something that my nature craves more than a plastic tent and everlasting partying. Ugh. Ooooor – I might check into a hotel.

Fear not, the possible horrors of snoring stranger danger is not going to stop me!

– Sól Geirsdóttir, The Viking Queen

Outfit, Midgardsblot “2016”

Not sure what to call this style, but I think I’ll go for “Rocky Nature troll”.  I tried to look as if a mountain gave birth to me, and moss sprung forth and clinged to me as I crawled out of it (..*.Ahem..*- Not really any thought behind it, I just threw on what I felt like., as I always do)

Midgardsblot was good fun, I’ll post about the festival itself tomorrow (: All clothing:  different shops in Camden, London                             Fur piece: Uff, Norway (second hand shop)

~Sól Geirsdóttir, The Viking Queen

Healing Viking boob bling 

Tonight, I am trying to heal a nasty flu with some creative vibes. Diving into my ever growing bead collection to create new “viking boob bling” seems to do the trick! (I don’t care if it’s placebo. It works, and you should all try it;)

Arranging new chains for the turtle brooches is a never ending project. I feel like I am constantly changing or adding elements to my chains, but this has become a much cherished hobby of mine. 

About the red bead in the middle; I saw it at Sarpsborg viking market this year, and noticed that many artisans were selling beads with the swastika symbol. It feels good to see that good people are taking it back- amongst so many other of our symbols. Archeological finds from the Oseberg grave revealed a beautiful bucket with the swastika on it. (As we all know, this symbol has been misused and stigmaticed. I have adressed this matter in several of my earlier posts

Yes, good people of Midgard- One can never have too many viking beads!

~Sól Geirsdóttir, The Viking Queen

Pillaged goods from Borrekaupangen (part two)

Greetings, people of Midgard! Behold my new, glorious viking instrument! Isn’t she beautiful?

As my eyes fell upon her I felt some kind of childish joy that I haven’t experienced in years. The tingling sensation of pure inspiration hit me with full strength and there was no way I could leave the market without bringing her with me. We are a perfect match, sounding rather awesome together already. Dear readers, there shall be sweet music to present you.

I haven’t named her yet. Suggestions are most welcomed in the comment section!  🙂

~Sól Geirsdóttir