photo of yers truely coming from the Amserfoort junk store
I have just returned from my annual trip to Holland, returned from rain into rain - and hot muggy weather. In my car yesterday, I realized how grateful I was that I could be a fat, capitalist pig sitting in my Air Conditioned vehicle. At first I felt the usual guilt thinking such a thing, but then I remembered those days in the distant past when I would drive around with my windows rolled up in hot, sticky weather so others would think I HAD air conditioning. Of course it never occured to me that when they saw my twenty year old, rust bucket Plymouth Demon, they knew (if they thought about it at all) that I was an idiot.
So Holland - I might as well get to the most important things - FOOD. Here's Joke's home made Pannenkoken with bacon, ginger and pineapple. and then drizzled with syrup. And Apple Tart at an outside cafe after a visit with Joke's parents.
Gobbling down Kibbling(fried fish) in the flower market.
And gobbling down a giant, warm siroopwafel in the rainy market.
The books, both the Quick Wrapped felt journals and the beaded and stitched coptic bound books were beautiful and hopefully have inspired a talented group of felters to try new ideas with their resist dyed felt.
A weaver's workbench from the basket museum
Wooden shoes no longer used
Fig tree at Ellis'
Another view of Ellis' supernatural fried eggs
Small wonders - Dutch beer and my i-touch in the rain.