Pigeon

This is my Pigeon cardigan. The pattern is by Drops design and it is knit with Alpaga “Gorge de Pigeon”, which apparently means “Dove’s neck”. Got the yarn at La Droguerie with Lisa on our trip to Paris last Februari.

Oeroeboeroe the sweater

This is my Owls. Named it after Oeroeboeroe, an owl character from a Dutch childrens show.

Buhhb…….

Tired…
Work avoiding behaviour makes me wander the internet for fun dorky stuff. Such as googling for Lord of the Rings name generators or quotes to complement the ones I know by heart… A couple of my favorite ones:

“Things that were…, things that are… and some things… that have not yet come to pass…”
“You stink of horse!”
“Ride out with me…, ride out and meet them”, “For death and glory?” “No, for Rohan!”
“It’s the Dwarfs that go swimming with little hairy women…”
“No man can kill me!”, “I am no man!!! Whaaaaaa!!!!!!”
“The filth of Saruman washes away”

Gosh… I need to get some sleep…

“Hurry, must leave now!!!” To play the art-therapist part again.
Only two more hours of work on the clock, after that I can knit and fall asleep satisfied.

Stupid post

Bye the way…

If you should read a book, or two perhaps, read these:

The solitude of the primenumbers

Life of Pi

They’re both also translated in Dutch (“De eenzaamheid van de priemgetallen” en “Het leven van Pi”)

La Vita Italiana…

… è Bella!!!

I think I want to go back… looking at pictures my friend Esther send me. Italia nostalgia… sigh.

Anyone thinking of going to Italy? This is what you should definitely NOT miss: Pizza (duh), coffee (even more duh), Cinque Terre and Lucca. Stay at an Agriturismo B&B to get sence of the real Italian life. Buono!!

Enjoy!

Sailboat in the sun

Ladies in the sun

Espresso-geek

Shieldmaiden in the Realm of Mirkwood

On the road again

Pizza and booze

Gelato in Cinguale, just as good as one of 11 euro in Florence…

Agriturismo B&B l’Erba Persa di mamma Grazia in Levanto

Trail between Levanto and Monterosso

Probably-an-Italian-douchebag-but-hot-anyway-boatdude

Portovenere

View from Cinque Terre path along the coast

Cinque Terre-Manarola

Self improvised Italian Lunch!!!! The best really.

Prrrrrrrr….. Prrrrrrrr…..

Hi y’all!!!

 

I know, it’s been a very long time since I last posted. Too bad, since I have all this fun stuff to tell you. For example:  I visited the Efteling with Lisa, who moved to Berlin shortly after that. I scored a pile of very cheap second hand clothing at my friend Petra. I spend two weeks in Tuscany. Started running again and managed to run for a half hour non-stop!! Wheehaa!!

 

Since my computer is still dead, this time really beyond repair I can’t blog at all, unless during my break at work. And on this computer I can’t upload any pictures thanks to this weird network system which doesn’t allow my camera to hook up. So this all sucks big time.

 

 

But…

 

 

Yes, there is a ‘but’ in this dramatic story…

 

 

… I couldn’t wait any longer to let you share in my daily joy of being a cat-owner. And not just any cat, but this cat:

 

 

wait…

 

 

hold your breath…

 

 

…

 

 

Here he comes…

 

 

Tadaaa!!!

 

 

Tigrou!!!!

 

Look at him!!!! Isn’t he just the cutest thing on earth you’ve ever seen?!
He’s so soft and cute and cuddly! And sometimes he stinks or puts his claws in my leg…

Life on a crossroad

For a while now I’ve been kind of church-less. In Utrecht I just couldn’t find the church I felt I belonged to. My old church in Houten moved from it’s building near the station to a building in the middle of nowhere… well sort of…, which made it harder to get to. That is, among other reasons, why I didn’t go there anymore.

Since I’ve moved to Dordrecht almost two months ago, I started looking for a new church. I visited one where a lot of my co-workers go to. Nice church, nice lecture, nice people, a lot of nice things. But it’s just not my place I guess. The longer I thought about it, the more I felt it’s not the church I should go to.

So yesterday I went to another church, Crossroads Rotterdam (XRR) to be exact. I visited this church regularly a couple of years ago when I lived in Rotterdam. Since I moved back to Utrecht, I didn’t go there anymore, but still missed it sometimes. And now, living in Dordrecht, which is close to Rotterdam, I decided I should just go and check it out again. It’s only a 15 minute train ride and a 10 minute walk, so what am I waiting for? (Distances are very small in the Netherlands. An hour of traveling to get to church is crazy…)
I felt pretty lonely during the service, thought nobody would see me, when I realised God did see me. He saw I was there! He knew that I was alone and nervous. He knew I was there to find my place, to find Him.
We celebrated the Lords Supper, which was awesome. The preacher-guy, who I know from conferences and stuff and which I thought wouldn’t remember me, recognised me and smiled. After church, during coffee, I spoke to some people I know and to some I don’t, but will. I felt great! Not just God saw me, but His children as well! Jeehaa! Is this God’s way to show me that I was at the right place? Did I find my church? Is this where I’m going (back) to and spend time with my brothers, sisters and Friend?

Life-update

So, let me tell you about the things that go on in my life lately.

My job has fully begun, and started with two weeks of intensive training and team-building stuff. On April 15, we opened our doors to the teenagers and started therapy. I felt absolutely incapable to do my job at first, couldn’t remember what I learned in previous years. But it’s all coming back to me now. I love being an art therapist.

I live like a nomad. Weeks in Dordrecht in a house owned by my employer. Weekends in Utrecht. My laptop is still dead and I don’t want to put pictures on the public computer I’m working on right now, so forgive me for the lack of life-illustrations.

This Monday, I’m gonna pick up the key to my new apartment in Dordrecht. I thought Dordrecht sucked, but it is actually a very cute city, in a way similar to Utrecht… well, sort of…
This new apartment I will share with one of my new colleagues and our future cat, Tigrou.

The future cat is probably gonna be the cat of my currant housemate, who can’t take care of it anymore. He’s a long haired gray cat and his name is Baas, which means Boss. My new roomy and I hate the name, so we think we’ll go for Tigrou, which is French for Pooh’s Tigger.

Knitting has turned to a weekend activity… I knitted on Sunday for the last time.

I did sew a dress! My mom and I went to the lapjesmarkt on Holy Saturday and finished the dress on Easter Monday.

I’m actually pretty happy right now. Feel like things are really coming together.

To bad, even in my happiest times sad things happen. Last Thursday my sweet little dog died… On Saturday my parents and I buried him in a nice spot in my uncles garden. I am really sad about loosing him, my absolute best friend for many years. We got him when he was 3 and I was 16. I fell in love with him at the very moment I saw him. I’m gonna miss his cute wagging tail and his true faithfull eyes so much… can’t even fully explain what he meant to me. Cried my eyes out last weekend and even now, my heart hurts when I think about him…

Such is life…

Dum-ti-dum…

My computer is still in surgery and I have absolutely no clue on how long it’s gonna take for it to get better…

And to think of all the things I’ve got to tell y’all!

Crash-alert

My computer is about to die again… I got this warning which said I had to back up immediately and replace the harddrive… BUH!!!!!!!!!!