fantastical felt

FELT. I’m a fan. It’s soft, sturdy, and is available in the uber-saturated Crayon colours that turn you sappy for elementary school craft time. Felt projects tug me into a fantastical Roald Dahl… Continue reading →

use the force, Luke

Usually I’m a sucker for reds and purples, jute rugs, dark wood and second-hand kitsch when it comes to interior design, but the crisp minimalist sensibility is growing on me with each snowy… Continue reading →

getting my good cheer on

Hello, you darlings – I’ve missed you terribly. Since we last spoke, the days have shortened and the nights have acquired a fierce bite. My knuckles are red and roughened from night-time bike… Continue reading →

Yes to Maastricht

As a recovering perfectionist, believe me when I tell you that sometimes you need a little jolt of indulgence. Even when your will is balking and you don’t feel you’ve done enough to… Continue reading →

roots.

The high street mannequins are flaunting heavily autumnal get-ups, cable-knit sweaters and corduroy trousers and quirky Aztec-patterned mittens. The ice cream shops are battening down the hatches for their winter hibernation and even… Continue reading →

at home in the Bunker

My sister snapped some gems while she was here — here is us, through her lens. Step into our bunker lair. Where the light filters in soft. And the cracks in the wall… Continue reading →

of summer roasting

It’s almost July! *cue vacation shimmy* During the summer the country sucks in its beer belly and shrinks dramatically. The Dutch enjoy about 25 paid vacation days per year, and many use those… Continue reading →

of Spring being late to her own party

Spring is white wine and scratchy grass picnics. Spring is jam jars playing house on the pantry shelf. Spring is an odd ramshackle bird in the middle of the city. Spring is the… Continue reading →

of liquid intrigue: Belgian lambic beer

I do love a good intrigue. Especially the sort that goes on in an ancient family-owned beer brewery in rural Belgium. It’s scandalous stuff. First, a hoppy brew is left uncovered and completely… Continue reading →

of orange blood

Holland is a frenetic orange mess this month – the European Football Championship (soccer for you yanks) is upon us! A few weeks ago, I started noticing whole neighborhoods stringing up orange flags… Continue reading →