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Green Pinafore

I may have mentioned that last Saturday was my birthday. Generally, a weekend birthday is a good thing, but these days I just feel like Saturdays are for chores. Still, we made the most of it, had a slow morning, ate brunch and cake at a nice cafe, and made a trip in the afternoon to the Maybachufer fabric market. Where I bought a lot of fabric.

Red white and blue

Hiya there everyone. This is another one of those posts that’s filled entirely of photos of me and my self-made dress. So if you think that’s kinda odd, feel free to move on along. And on he subject of kinda odd. Definitely odd, is me standing in a park trying to learn how to use a tripod/selfie timer to take photos of myself this morning.

If it can be drawn, it can be made. (Viktor and Rolf)

In 2009, my friends Lauren and Ashlee and I visited Utrecht. It wasn’t like it was the main part of our trip. We were doing the whole ‘2 month Europe trip’ that was pretty popular with university students at the time. When we planned it, London was first on the ‘to go’ list. Then Paris and Rome and Florence and Milan. And Berlin went on there too, but only because Ashlee had studied the war and communism in high school history. Holland was on the list, but it was all about Lauren- who was born there- and about visiting her family. Thanks to their hospitality, we made it to Amsterdam and Den Haag and to a tiny island to the north that used to be inhabited by grey monks: Schiermonikoog. And one day, with her aunt in tow, we visited the university city of Utrecht. According to google, there are many things to do in Utrecht. But I mostly remember the House of Miffy, and a museum that was displaying a collection of work by Viktor and Rolf.

Not quite green and gold

I’ve been having a bit of a mustard moment recently. Couple that with a healthy belief that our walls are too white, and it seemed for a while somewhat inevitable that we would very soon have a mustard coloured living room, and a fairly unhappy Andy (I assume unhappy, because, let’s be honest, mustard really isn’t an always and everywhere colour).