My friend Peggy didn’t have much time to meet me as there was so much going on in her life. We decided on Delft as that was near her home. And Delft is, of course, a beautiful old town.
I wore an old second-hand blue and white floral jacket with COS jeans. For a pop of colour, I chose yellow shoes and yellow earrings.

We both wanted to see the beautiful tiles artwork in House of Delft, but unfortunately, the artwork was still not finished.

Below: We did see another part of House of Delft, the Innovation Gallery. Theme of this year is ‘The robots are coming‘. You can discover how robotics contributes to solutions for care, climate and technology.

Below: I created a tiny video of the above robot in motion.

A bit disappointed about not seeing the tiles artwork finished, we headed into town and decided to have coffee and lunch first at restaurant ‘t Postkantoor (former post office).

Below: A bit of a wild thing at the front door.

Below: All seats in the restaurant were taken or reserved but we could go into the garden. Fortunately, it was sheltered and the sun was out.

Below: You saw Peggy in the post from a fortnight ago. Here she is again.

After lunch we immediately started taking photos for the blog in that same garden. Ideal circumstances, no wind, bright light but also shadow…great. We can work with that.

Below: Similar photo as the one at the top of the post, but with the blue window behind me and the orange lights. Cute photo.

Below: Peggy from head to toe. Love her.

Below: Sitting in the garden, this time with the jacket zipped up.

Below: Most of the time, the jacket had the zip a little open at the bottom.
Chatting with the staff members here.

Below: You might have seen this in a previous post about Delft, but it is so beautiful, I decided to feature it again. It is a map of Delft around 1700 in mosaic.

Below: A close-up of the mosaic. Isn’t it incredible?

Below: The artists who created this map (with volunteers) are Nan Deardorff-McClain (mosaic) and Colja de Roo (ceramic). It was revealed in 2020. You can read more about it here (for English click on NL in the green bar at the top right).

Below: One of the churches of Delft and some spring blossom.

Below: As we were wandering through the streets, this horse and cart passed. That happened in April last year as well. Tourist thing but still a lovely sight.

Below: Especially with all those blossom trees in bloom.

Below: A bakery in an old-fashioned style.

Below: Another sitting down pose.

Below: I am killing myself laughing here as I had just said to Peggy: “I often wonder whether people think “Why the hell would you want to photograph that??” when they see me being photographed.
In this moment a man walked by and replied, “I was just thinking that, but well, surely there is a story behind it”. Killing myself laughing. I love that kind of humour. He didn’t mean it and we had a fun chat.

We continued our tour and did some shopping.

Below: When the sun is out, the Dutch will be on a terrace immediately.

Below: One last photo as we were on our way home. The magnificent church of Delft.

What happened in my life this week

On Saturday at 15.30 hrs my car had starting issues. It took me back 40 years, to the time when maintenance on my car was something I postponed (lack of money) until the car gave up starting all together.
I was in a pickle as my garage’ car mechanics only work until 13.00 hrs on a Saturday but I decided to try my luck. Long story short: there were mechanics working in their leisure time on their own car. There was also a client staff member to whom I have always been very friendly and apparently the mechanics like him too. Result, my car got a new battery.
There weren’t any work hours on the bill which I thought was sweet, but I offered to compensate. Pastry was the desired compensation haha, which I delivered on Tuesday.
See, what a bit of kindness towards each other brings?

On Sunday I attended a styling workshop, given by Misja (of the blog MisjaB) and her stylist friend Monique. Below: Misja at the workshop, Monique had just turned her back to me (not intentionally). Misja’s outfit already shows how pattern mixing is done.

Below: The fantastic venue of the workshop, a church, converted into an event centre.

Below: Such beautiful stained glass everywhere.

I had a thoroughly enjoyable day with about 15 other women. After the presentation, tips and tricks and question moments, we all created a collage. Below: This is mine and all those bright colours will not come as a surprise to you. Black and white is still at the centre of my styling I am afraid.

Below: As my outfits lately are blue, white, black and denim, while I love bright colours, here is an outfit I wore this week which is more colourful. You have seen it before. I do wear my stuff.

I visited Marcella and spent a few hours in her atelier. Bought five new pairs of earrings and took two extra pairs home to try before buy. Don’t say anything, I know…overindulging. Marcella also repaired my black and white necklace which I varnished last week.

Below: Marcella at work, preparing a pair of earrings the way I wanted them. I do not design as I am terrible at that; besides, that is Marcella’s field of expertise. But I can indicate preferences for colours and studs or hooks for instance. She will then advise me what is possible and best.

Below: When I was about to go home, I told her I love sorting; sorting buttons for instance. And no, I am not autistic. Marcella seized the opportunity and gave me a box with ‘miscellaneous’ to sort colour by colour. That took me a whole afternoon; fun though.

We did see the granddaughters again this week. Everything hunky dory. No one is sick. Yay.

It was time again for my hairdresser to dye and to cut my hair, which she does every 6 weeks. It is quite expensive but my hair is my Achilles heel as you know and I want to do everything possible to make it look good. I asked her not to cut it as short as she did last time. It took me a week before I liked it again. This time it was perfect.
Below: I wore my red patent leather pumps to the hairdresser. I was in a hurry and thought I’d try them again, after not having worn them for several years. MISTAKE. Straight after coming home, I took them off and will never ever put them on again.

Then there was our outing to the theatre to see a writer/poet, called Nico Dijkshoorn. I had no idea what to expect. It turned out to be a fantastic performance of three midlife men of around 60 years, a band called The Hank Five. They were playing so fabulously, I loved it. Normally I am not much into songs/music I haven’t heard before. It takes me time to get used to it, but their songs went straight to my heart. And in between songs, Nico was telling sweet stories that were also so funny that I roared with laughter. Honestly one of the best evenings I have had in a long time.

Below: From left to right, Gerard the drummer, Nico the writer and Eric the bass guitar player. No fancy clothes, no finery, just three men doing what they obviously loved. That’s the way to grow older.

Quite a busy and fun week.

Greetje