Cognac coloured trousers with a green jumper and a scarfBecause of the cold, Marjolein and I did the photo shoot for this post in a big shopping centre, called the Mall of the Netherlands. It is unusually large to Dutch standards with really high ceilings. It reminds me of a shopping mall in Nice in the south of France. My American readers will probably think “What’s so special? We have way better ones”. You have to remember that the Netherlands is a tiny country and land is scarce. Most of our shops are still in the centre of town, but there are more and more empty buildings in the shopping streets so I am afraid it is only a matter of time before all shops will have disappeared from the town centre.

The outfit I am wearing is from my own wardrobe again. Cognac coloured trousers with a green jumper and a scarf. Finally, I like a scarf with an outfit. The trousers were featured before in this post with a yellow jumper, the white combat boots you’ve seen in this post (still an outfit I really like).

Below: In our search for some daylight, we found this spot and I forgot to tuck in my jumper at the front. Still, not bad.

Cognac coloured trousers with a green jumper and a scarf

Below: Marjolein let me sit in a lotus position, not the easiest for me.

Cognac coloured trousers with a green jumper and a scarf

Below: Marjolein assumed the same posture as the mannequins in the shop, imitating their pout haha.

Marjolein

Below: This is a much nicer photo of her. She planned a different outfit but quickly changed into this warmer one as it was freezing. Great pose.

Marjolein

Below: A head to toe shot. The scarf is ancient.

Cognac coloured trousers with a green jumper and a scarf

Below: As we sat down for a cappuccino, Marjolein took a close-up of my earrings. In reality they are not that bright. Much the same shade as the scarf.

Close-up earring and scarf

Below: And I took a photo of her earring and her magnificent brooch. At first we thought it was a frog or a snake but looking at it later, I think it is a gecko.

Brooch and earrings Marjolein

Below: The stores had some fun displays. This one glued a head and two legs of a fantasy animal to a mirror. Marjolein thought it was funny to see my legs in the mirror.

Cognac coloured trousers with a green jumper and a scarf

Below: So gorgeous, this artificial blossom tree at Rituals, half in the shop and the top bit sticking out of the shop.

Decoration at Rituals shop

Below: And they had more of these ‘trees’ in the store. I love it.

Decoration at Rituals shop

Below: A photo of me with wings. One cannot resist taking such a photo.

I have wings

It was time for us to say goodbye again and go our separate ways.

Below: On my way back I passed this house, called ‘The house with the blue roof’ (for obvious reasons). To the right there is another, smaller building, also with a blue roof. As I was driving by, I could only stop for a few seconds when the other cars stopped in the queue. Just a bit too late to catch the second building as well. Isn’t it gorgeous?
I couldn’t find much information about the estate, but you can read a little more here.

The house with the blue roof in Wassenaar

What happened in my life this week

Saturday darling husband took blog photos of me in Amsterdam. You’ll see the result soon. It was a lovely day, not too cold, hardly any wind and no rain. Cappuccino with apple pie afterwards in café Hegeraad (below). Loved it. We call a café like that a ‘brown café’. You can take that literally and it also means cosy, snug, the opposite of modern.

Interior of Café Hegeraad

Sunday we planned to go to Amsterdam again for a photo shoot. The weather was good and I wanted some photos in stock as I didn’t know if I could handle the computer keyboard well after the trigger finger operation. But Ron slept badly that night and I called it off. I’ll manage.

In the evening we saw a comedy, a farce by amateur actors directed by the wife of our electrician. It was funny with lots of so-called misunderstandings and people going in and out several doors (5) as should be with a farce.

Play/farce by amateur actors

Monday I visited Nicoline (below), a friend from way back. She was a colleague at an advertising agency where I worked when I was around 28 and she became a friend. We don’t see much of each other nowadays, only a few times a year, but I like to keep in touch. And when we do meet, it feels as if it were only yesterday we talked. She is a tour leader in hot countries like Vietnam, Peru and such, so she is often away.

In the afternoon Kitty was supposed to come over but she had the flu and we postponed it to Wednesday..

My blog IT guy checked a hiccup in the blog system with which I create my posts. He couldn’t find it, but that is no big deal. He is working on a revised look and when that is in place I bet the glitches will be over. Don’t worry, I am not really going to change the look and feel of the blog.

Below: In the evening I was cold, especially because I was wearing a jumper with a boatneck, leaving some of my upper back bare. I used a scarf to keep warm when Ron took this very unflattering photo of me. I am sharing it anyway and call it “the unfiltered truth” haha.

The unfiltered truth

Tuesday I stayed in bed till late trying to shake off a lingering headache. I often have headaches; usually they are gone after taking one painkiller. Don’t bother commenting on it; I have done all I can to solve it and the doctor and I are monitoring it.

When I finally got washed and dressed, I drove to the hairpiece salon for some tutorials. As I started the car, it made the scariest noises as soon as I hit the brakes. A sign flashed on my dashboard “Brake system needs service”. Oh heck.
I didn’t want to cancel the appointment as that would have been the third time (embarrassing). Driving slowly, engine braking as much as I could and using the brakes as little as possible, I drove off. Cursing myself that I was doing so. “You idiot, why are you so pig-headed? Driving when there is clearly something wrong with the brakes, the most essential thing when you are on the road.” Luckily when the car warmed up on the motorway, the problem was solved. I drove straight to the garage after my hair salon appointment and they were sweet enough to take an immediate look. The brakes were fine, just needed some fluid.

Hairpiece (if you are not interested in this, just skip it)

The hairpiece tutorial was excellent and I learned a lot. One of the combs on my piece was faulty they replaced it immediately. Looked spiffy the rest of the day. One of my readers asked me to give more information about the hairpiece, so I thought I’d share it with all of you.
I got the same hair colour as my own because the salon assistant knew exactly which one to pick. They have so many hairpieces and wigs.
It is easy to use, it takes about a minute. You have to learn where you put your first comb; in my case on my fringe. Then go in a straight line to the back comb, pull it lightly and click tight. Then click tight the front two combs, one left and one right and lastly, the back left and right combs.

I have no experience with maintaining it yet as I only have to wash it every 4 to 6 weeks and I don’t even use the hairpiece every day, so it might be longer.
The funny thing is, when I wear it, I don’t feel it at all but when I take it off in the evening I feel relieved. Which makes that I don’t wear it every day, just when I go out and it isn’t for something boring like errands. Perhaps I will wear it more often now that I’ve had the tutorial.

Nobody can tell that I am wearing a hairpiece. Blabbermouth as I am, I am always telling people about my hairpiece and they are so surprised.

Pinky operation

Wednesday my pinky was operated on (below). It was a breeze and only took 10 minutes. They asked whether I had experience with local anaesthesia and I told them the most painful time was when I got one in the sole of my foot (and lived haha). The nurse and surgeon went, “Oh, then you will hardly feel this one as underneath your foot is one of the worst spots.” Sure enough.

operation pinky

In the early morning Kitty came for coffee and we chatted until it was time to go to the hospital for poor pinky. Below: Kitty.
As I said, it was early morning and the lights were still on which created funny colours.

Kitty

Spent the rest of the day being a good girl, not using the hand but keeping it upright to minimise pain.

Thursday Ron and I went to see Nicky and the granddaughters. Randolf, Nicky’s husband, is back at work.
Below: Me and Zoë.

Me and Zoë

Friday was my second appointment with my new physiotherapist and afterwards I drove to my hairdresser. No clumsily washing and blow-drying my hair with one hand, just relaxing and having my hair done. I didn’t plan it this way, but I should have. Brilliant timing.
Below: Ron gave me Valentine flowers when I got home. I love a sweet bunch of flowers like this. He is so attentive, so unlike me haha.

Valentine flowers

Greetje

No Fear of Fashion

 

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