Winifred Wikkeling

After amusing ourselves

on the

Oude Zijde

The other day,

we saw

this

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

in the clearest way, why we yearned to return.

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round

What if we raised a shield…

Most often a mirror is for gazing, at times for questioning and sometimes for reflecting.

Ah…the Dutch. Clever, liberated, progressive, open. Intellectually curious about all cultures, history and creativity.

Every so often we realize that the child in us holds much sway over our tastes. We never quite got over the elfin world of Galadriel, and the work of Natalie Shau makes us envious.

A spritz or two of rose,

me, at the tip of my toes, my nose in pursuit,

hovering close,

brushing lightly the curve of the base,

I follow rose to the hollow,

there below the ear, savoring,

I take a deep breath in,

holding rose briefly, I release, reluctantly, but rose stays with me,

when I open my eyes,

he smiles knowingly,

how easily I succumb…

Occasionally we suffer bouts of self importance that lead us to believe the designer should tailor their work to match our tastes and desires rather than their own.