Winifred Wikkeling

The other day,

we saw

this

Christian Louboutin f/w 09

Then,

we saw

this

Christian Louboutin f/w 09

But we could scarcely

contain ourselves,

over this

Christian Louboutin f/w 09

Via Yatzer

We loved that,

we could then,

wander over

here

Rijksmuseum

And spend sometime,

marveling over

the likes of this

Stilleven met bloemen by Balthasar van der Ast

refreshing ourselves

on

why

Stilleven met bloemen by Hans Bollongier

this was

the

Golden Age

Stilleven met zilveren schenkkan by Willem Kalf

and

how

this

De compagnie van Frans Banning Cocq by Rembrandt Harmensz. van Rijn

Via Rijksmuseum

still takes

our breath

away…

Prinsengracht

There are these moments, innocent, never planned, that remind us

in the clearest way, why we yearned to return. Moments that, despite their

very simplicity, turn our stomachs aflutter. Moments when we realize

we had been searching for the taste that would fill us

with a certain kind of joy,

the kind only to be had from the first bite of ontbijtkoek,

the first dip of our vlaamse frites in mayonaise

or dropping that first fatty haring on our tongues.

And then there are moments that make us smile a bit mischievously to ourselves,

filling us with girlish laughter inside. Like being ferried across town by fiets,

our lovely friend pedaling from one gracht to the next over its arched bridges,

we riding in back, sitting sideways, ankles crossed,

clutch clasped casually under our arm,

while our hair plays a minuet in the cool evening breeze.

Rider and passenger each clad in 4 inch heels.

This must be the place.

Ontbijtkoek

Tulip Fields Holland

Via 2 or 3 things I know

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
….
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong . . nothing

Home – is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there
……

I can’t tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I’ll be . . . where I’ll be

…..

I’m just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I’m dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh…

~Talking Heads

Bombastique Lamp Silver

Esther van Emmerik

.

.

Perhaps we would find a guiding light

.

.

Springtide Wall Lamp

.

.

that would reveal this

.

.

Springtide Oval Lamp

.

.

But luckily, we have discovered Esther

.

.

Bombastique Lamp Black

.

.

And the world of Eve Design…

.

Thus instead of going to battle,

we go Bombastique…