The big yellow

A couple of weeks ago, when spring was just starting to bud, we took the kids to a local theme park. To be honest, I wasn't expecting much. But I'm eating my words doubly. The kids had a blast.. all three of them. Our daredevil fell in love with roller coasters and I remember why I have a love/hate relationship with them, with the emphasis shifting to hate..

And now that I've finally gotten around to going through the pictures, I'm in love with the fresh, slightly chilly part of spring, where the light is just right!

Lines Lines Lines Lines Lines

Unreformed shopaholic on holiday means a amazing amount of time is spent tracking down the best shopping spots. That includes plenty of tiny, individual boutiques but also hitting up a high-street store or two. My favorite purchase are these hair accessories from &Other Stories.. though I might not actually use them for my hair.


It's King's day today! A day that's typically all about being Dutch and being out and about. Enjoying a festival, strolling, lying about in the park. Or for those with kids, a great moment to buy and/or sell toys. However this year the weather totally blows. What better timing for a little surprise destination getaway? Even if it means a 3 am wake up call..

Natural fluidity Natural fluidity

Right now I'm loving the light, natural colors and fresh tones I've been seeing. Beige, greige, light pink and off-white, in soft, less rigmented shapes. Easy, breezy but not boring. Perfect for spring.. if we ever get there in Holland.

Dress and trousers Cos, clutch and pearl cuff & Other Stories.

Boys and bosses

How did that happen? I’ve got a four year boy. My youngest, so on the one hand my baby. On the other the reason for the sudden onset of grey. From 0 to 100 in the blink of any eye. I adore this kid but he often leaves me dazed and wondering "What are little boys made of?"
 Snips and snails and puppy dog tales? I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean. I guess it's provocative.. But seriously we’ve had some long conversations about the kids this week, especially having had to kick of my heels and glorious ideal of being a stylish mum to sprint across the cold sidewalk at 7.30 am. Why? This little boy is made of fire and ice with just the right dash of drive my mom crazy. Crazy worried or crazy furious. After I got him safe, sound and away from the road, my immediate reaction was to hug him tight. But that quickly dissipates and I can only see red… including the red of my cold throbbing feet.
I think you can’t quite help comparing your kids. His big sis is a dream kid. Helpful, kind and almost never in time-out. Girly and sweet. Mika is in time-out every day. I keep wondering is it me or him? That’s maybe the thing about boys. They challenge, push the limits and don’t just back down. Qualities that, dependent on the situation, are indispensable. But those qualities ask something different of me. Something different to his sister but even more so different to when he was younger. I’m the  mom of a boy. I have to let him go, run wild, come back with a little mud, blood and guts. But that also means that I have to set boundaries that he knows aren't up for breaking. To keep him safe. To help him grow. To get from little to big boy. He may be the boy but I'm the boss!

Captain’s chair Captains chair Captains chair Captains chair

Our first anniversary seemed to creep up crazy fast. My gift to my main squeeze is a vintage Eames. He dubbed it the captain’s chair.
Now to find the perfect desk for my captain...


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