I had never thought I would see the day, but here I am… knitting egg cozies.
‘Knitting egg cozies is not what I meant to do when I studied at the University of the Arts,’ I murmur while I am struggling with the haircut of a tiny pompom.
‘Yeah well, I was not meant to be an egg cozy,’ yells my leftover sock yarn, making me raise my eyebrows. I guess I am not the only one suspecting egg cozies to be on the lowest rung of the proverbial ladder when it comes to knitting. Continue reading →
You can say a lot of things about me, but suspecting me of second sock syndrome is not one of them. That is what it is called if knitting a second, in most cases an identical, sock to form a pair is too much. For some knitters this is so boring, they end up with several, lonely, single socks. Imagine the heartbreak in that. Continue reading →
On the first day of last year I had a close encounter with a lovely wren. It sat on a branch in our front garden very close to the window from which I could spy on it through the half-closed blinds. That tiny creature was a mere two feet away from me!
The second day I was treated to a chicken sitting on the windowsill. And with that 2017 got off with a flying start. Continue reading →
So there you go: writing another letter to yourself. In this case as part of the MOOC (online course) De-Mystifying Mindfulness you started a few weeks ago.
In the past three years you enrolled in at least a dozen online courses, but this is only the third you completed. Well done, you! I bet you never expected to make it this far, let alone complete all quizzes, write some articles plus this letter. Continue reading →
‘Mind the toe,’ I told my partner several times a day after my toenail was surgically removed. I told him this so often, if he was given a euro for every time I warned him not to accidentally bump into me, he would have been loaded. That pile of money would have been enough to buy me a bouquet and a get-well-soon-dear-toe card. Continue reading →
At the end of April I read an article about fashionable diseases. The author is a literature critic – not a medical journalist, but does get paid to write a useless column like that. Continue reading →
Have you ever done ballet poses – for instance a grand plié – while waiting at the post office? Or galloped in the streets? In her What I Call Live Show Miranda Hart suggested to give in to your six-year-old self and explore these things. Continue reading →
Twenty years ago, while studying at the art academy, I was wearing lime green nail polish and someone said it looked ‘disgusting.’ The assistant teacher and I got along really well and we laughed about her remark. At the same time I suspected there were others who did not have the guts to state this opinion out loud. Either way, I could not care less, knowing I was not solely defined by the color on my finger nails. Continue reading →
Sent by: Fleur;
Location: Gerard Doustraat, Amersfoort, the Netherlands
Date: May 7, 2017.