Thankyou for the advice ... you're right , of course .
This season's wardobe must have a touch of pink ; and deep olive green does go so well with certain shades of pink . Definitely a paisley shawl and a somewhat larger bonnet with slightly larger ribbons for high days and holidays . And , given the chilly wind , the football socks sound cosy .
Just not the gardening clogs or Twinkletoe's gold trainers ... I'm not convinced they're me , somehow .
J.A. Kruseman's anonymous lady* , painted in 1829 , looks so delighted with her outfit and I'm sure I will be , too .
* Doesn't she look like Mrs. Bumble !
I've spent so long this winter bundled up like Smaller Grandson that I've only just realised I've got absolutely nothing to wear . Or any idea what I'd like to wear .
All my neighbours , obviously much more organised than me , are sporting new 'tops' in peach or white that look alarmingly like the tops very old ladies with tight perms wore in the '60s . The girls going up to the college all seem to have denim shorts which they wear with black tights and football socks . Everyone female between twentyfive and fiftyfive is wearing coral-pink teeshirts , gold trainers and jeans that their knees poke out of . Every little girl has a Frozen pink tu-tu on and the drunk outside the supermarket has Frozen pink rubber gardening clogs . I only seem to have fourteen chunky jumpers and sensible shoes .
Probably time I went shopping ... but what for ?
P.S. Smaller Grandson doesn't really walk round like this usually , but he couldn't resist it at the Space Museum
It's been like living in a snow globe recently . There was a sudden wonderful burst of sunshine the other day , and I grabbed my coffee and sat on the balcony ; whereupon the heavens opened and the hailstones bounced off my toes ... my bare toes . At this rate I'm going to have to buy fur-lined slippers .
Well wrapped up , I have ventured out , though . Went to a Collectors' Fair in Utrecht with Friend , both of us showing admirable restraint ... slightly easier for me , I feel , since I can't shoehorn one more thing into my flat , much as I'd like to . Accessories seem to be the next big thing ..
And there's been an impressive exhibition of Mayan treasures in Assen Museum , which I have no photos of , since the off button on the new camera's flash is unfindable.
Never mind , I found the poster for you , where it incongruously peeked out of a shop window . Assen , the museum apart , is dying on its feet ... the building of an out-of-town Shopping Center and
the closure of the department store has taken the heart out of the town . Even the tattooist ,
Suits 4 Life , has closed its doors . It's not been helped by the town council's determination to upgrade the drains in the town center ... all at once . Next time I'm wearing waders .
Back home , a trip to the shops revealed the surprise addition of a three-story high pirate's sword in the town square . Makes a change ...
But it's now disappeared again , perhaps swept away by marauding students over the weekend ... so much more impressive than a traffic cone , after all .
Fatigued by all this excitement , yesterday I got on a country bus and enjoyed the scenery as we wandered from village to village through endless green fields and herds of dozy cows . From Wommels to Winsum , skirting Tzum and Lollum ; past windmills , barns and little churches , two or three to every hamlet all the way to Bolsward and a book sale in its Martinikerk .
As I went in , the church's huge , empty , whitewashed arched interior with a wonderful carved pulpit
and magnificent organ ( in need of repair , hence the book sale ) , was suddenly filled with song ... incredibly Ray Charles and Willie Nelson were singing 'Seven Spanish Angels ' . And just as suddenly it stopped ... the volunteers had found a Bach cd . More in keeping , perhaps , with this Reformed , very plain building .
I did find a small restored wall painting hiding up in a corner
and pottered happily along the pews , lined with the usual ancient bird books travel guides , including a pristine Illustrated Aerial Guide of the Twenty Best Roundabouts of Europe ( I decided against it , but the sale's on till June in case you need it ) , bought four paperbacks , and promising to come again , wandered up through quiet little streets to have a sandwich and resist kidnapping the cafe's little white-stockinged tabby cat who was snoozing on my feet .
I know , I'm a fraud ... Bloggers are supposed to blog , aren't they ; post about things like their garden or knitting , personal journeys , achievements ... Well , I could tell you about today's soup ; a new recipe from last week's paper :
( Frozen spinach , coconut milk and stock , a chili flake or two . Simmer briefly and blitz . Add some prawns . )
but I won't ... I'll just say that replacing the prawns with frozen salmon wasn't a huge success and I won't be making it again . Oh yes , and that a final , rather desperate shake of Fish Sauce won't help . At all .
I could tell you about the library books I'm reading but I won't ... I'll just say that of all the books I've read lately , this is the one I really , really wish I'd written
I could tell you about my knitting but we'll draw a veil over that and the less said about any sewing the better ... I'm sort of hoping that the jeans I bought in November still fit me when I finally get round to hemming the second leg ...
So I'll just show you my African violet which has just woken up again
and a rather fine cocoa goddess from Guatemala who I met in Assen , the other day .
It's just that there's a new bird perching outside my bedroom window this month and no , he doesn't tweet ... he wakes up at six every morning and starts bawling what sounds like
" Raviol-i "!!! , like some demented replacement Muppet chef . So now I'm going to eat a baked apple and lie down with my eyes closed and nod off ...
Tempting though the supermarket's buttery-bunnies were , we resisted .
Come Sunday morning , YD and I were far too busy eating our own weight in peanut butter . And not just any old peanut butter ... We'd got up early on Saturday , washed out two empty jam jars , taken a train , found Opgeweckt Noord and made our own !
Well , we did do other things as well . Chips with mayonnaise were eaten in the main square . Olives , mezze and treats were stocked up on in the Souk
A new cafe visited , where a grey-haired chap with a topknot and bright blue beard pondered silently which of his 14 special coffees to make for us ... 40 minutes later a perfectly pleasant cup of something Colombian or maybe Ethiopian brought us out of our trance and we escaped , never to return . ( Welcome though it is , Groningen's Foodie revolution is perhaps running away with itself ... )
Shoes were admired , second hand bookshops visited and who-dunnits purchased .
Four (!) new specialist bread-shops were admired .
Wooden toys , children's books and tasteful kitchenware approved of ...
And the next day the decidedly unfortunate-looking , additive free peanut butter was polished off . It's DELICIOUS ! I'll definitely go back for more ... (Since , however much I liked it , I'm not tempted to buy a machine for myself . Cleaning it would be a nightmare . I'll leave that to them )
* When her older sister told YD later that she too had tried Avocado oil a while ago , YD asked what she'd thought of it . The reply was ,
"Oily " . Opgeweckt Noord
We haven't had any wet snow all week . No hail , either .
The shops are full of rabbit shaped buns , lamb shaped chunks of butter , chicken shaped slices of ham and chocolate-flavoured Advocaat to wash it all down with . Yes , it must be nearly Spring . Time for us all to rediscover the world .
Sadly , most of us seemed to have missed last week's Street Fishing Leeuwarden bonanza , but never mind ... there's loads more to tempt us out this weekend .
Tomorow , a local care home has a workshop on worm hotels . There's a Freubel craft fair at the shopping center with a Shanty choir and workshops on making jewellery out of Nespresso cups . Every village within a twenty mile radius has a jumble sale , birdwatching or birdbox making event .
There's an Archeology Day in the Historical Center with local metal detecting finds , talks galore , demonstrations on how to make mediëval pottery and restore old metalwork . Province-wide , there are klezmer concerts , brass band concerts , rockabilly bands and a nearby church has " Timeless , a tribute evening with ballads in the style of Adele "...
Despite looking like something out of Monty Python ,
local band The Stammen will be singing covers of the Rolling Stones in a cafe ten miles up the road ... while ten miles in the other direction there's a jazzcrossover concert ( no , I don't know either ) and , on Sunday , Evensong in Easterein's Martinikerk will be sung by The Common Ladies while Bach's Mathaus Passion will be sung everywhere else .
I think I'll be going to the Archeology Day ... though the chance to see the lumberjacks singing ' Let's Spend The Night together ' is tempting ...
SmitoniusAndSonata is a mother and daughter collective blog.
London based Smitonius (Jessamy) makes one of a kind jewellery using vintage buttons, as well as a combination of beads from all over Europe: from lampwork ones by a range of UK artists to vintage and modern glass beads.
Sonata is a miniature quilt maker based in the North of Holland (Leeuwarden). Geraldine Keyzer is already known to collectors of Hitty dolls and owners of vintage dollhouses. She likes to use vintage as well modern cotton to create a range of quilts from simple One Patch to the more complex Grandmother's Garden.