While in Scandoland, Mrs J had the opportunity to spend some time discussing interior decoration with her sister.

Why? Let’s call it lack of space. Or abundance of abundance, if you prefer.

Anyway, in conversation with sister the word “shabby-chic” came up.

While Mrs J has an idea about what this means, that it’s a fashion concept and even a fairly trendy one, she doesn’t know much more than that.

But the word as such kept bouncing about in her head.

So, while traveling back south from Scandoland after Christmas she couldn’t help but exclaiming “shabby-chic!” on a regular basis.

Shabby-chic harbour!

Shabby-chic shipside!

Shabby-chic hallway! Kind of Scando-stalinist, right? We didn’t know where we were going. Or when we’d get there. And we were afraid to ask.

Shabby-chic compartment! There’s a picture on the wall though. May be a touch too much.

Scando-stalinist shower. Cold water only, of course.

However, this guy looks way happier than Mrs J would, should there be a need to actually put on a lifejacket.

Shabby-chic ship arrives at another shabby-chic port.

And finally, trucks at sunrise.

After a few more hours on the road, Mr and Mrs J arrived safely back home. A bit tired. And slightly shabby-chic themselves.