Since my broken arm won't allow me to cycle I walked to the supermarket yesterday. There was a stormy wind and I made some photos and videos:


Broken arm in pressure tape, Monday January 31.


Wind in my hair, Friday February 5.




Water and wind

On Thursday, January 20 I fell off my bike (See Livejournal / Zie Blog)

Here are some photos of my booboos, which at first sight didn't seem that bad, but gradually got bigger and more painful. :(


Taken right after the accident: a scrape on my elbow (although neither the sleeve of my jacket nor my sweater or shirt were damaged) It doesn't look so bad, right? And here I can still move my arm, even though it hurts like hell. But I figured I could go back to work the next day.


But on Friday my whole body hurt and bruises appeared on my innerthigh where the handlebar landed. I couldn't move my wrist or elbow and after consulting my doctor I was sent to the hospital for x-rays of my arm and hand. They turned out to be not broken and I was told to rest my arm and use ice when needed.


Sadly on Monday I still couldn't use my left arm and my leg also still hurt. Pretty colours though.


This was my arm this morning (Tuesday). Still very painful, but I can move it a bit more (still can't bend it or twist my wrist). I took painkillers all day and hope to go to work tomorrow for some much needed distraction.

Amsterdam, Saturday January 22, 2011

Thanks to mom and her bf, who brought me there (by car and train) and brotherdearest who accompanied me, I had an awesome day in Amsterdam yesterday. If they hadn't helped me get out of the house, my day would have no doubt been spent weeping on the couch, because of my poor useless and painful arm.
And then you wouldn't have had these happy photos;)


Walking from Amsterdam train station to The Beurs van Berlage. Corner of the building. (Statue of Jan Pieterszoon Coen says: "Do not despair" in old Dutch)


This used to be the entrance, but the sign says to keep going...


Tadaah: The Beurs van Berlage!


Mom, her tall BF and me:)


Mom and her youngest son:)

Brotherdearest and I waved mom and her BF goodbye: they were going to the Rijksmuseum, while we were going to the exhibition about the history of Dutch advertising in the Beurs van Berlage


There were even art-pieces on the ceiling.


I love these huge lamps: guess the (Dutch) celebs!


We walked outside, three hours later(!) and the sun was shining!
(FYI: that is my LITTLE brother. Tiny ten years younger brother. *huffs*)


We walked by the Palace on Damsquare, which has a funky entrance during restaurations.


We did some shopping in funky shops (didn't buy these freaky eyes though;)


and walked around Amsterdam for a bit:)


Snowmen across the street were part of a artschoolproject.


We sat down for food and drinks at Brecht, a small cafe that looks like an old lady's livingroom. I had Citron Presse: freshly squeezed lemon juice & sparkling water (I didn't add sugar:)


Don't mind my baglady outfit: I had to dress myself with one hand this morning. Yes, figuring out how to eat this, was a challenge. Brotherdearest threatened to film it, but luckily he was too busy enjoying his own meal:-p


Delicious: warm Piadina (Italian flatbread) with soft cheese, walnuts and honey. Thanks to my failing left arm, I had to take my time eating and could really savor all the flavors:)


From Brecht we took a tram straight to the trainstation, where brotherdearest made sure I got on the train with my bags (that he had been carrying for me all day)


I got home around 19.00 with a load of goodies: a lot of chocolate, a book from the exhibition, a tin of KamaSutra Honeysuckle bodypowder, Book 4 & 5 out of the Nightrunner series and two rare candlelightbulbs for my chandelier (these old fashioned wire lamps are no longer made)

It was a very good day:)

Another gorgeous sunset (well almost anyway;)

Dedemsvaart, around 17:15 (5.15 pm)

And another fun fuck up in the bus:

No destination, but a message that the bus is replacing a train. (There are no tracks anywhere close to my route) Apparently the driver can not access the system to correct this information. Such a marvelous organisation.

Dyed my hair yesterday night. Photos during and after the process;)


This is 6.66 Pure Scarlet.


This dye smelt and looked like strawberry jam.


The result late last night


and this afternoon at work:)

Three random photos:)


The new floor of the arthouse. I love it.


My colourful scarf.


The sign says 'sorry, no service' (Sorry geen dienst).
But that was a lie.
And I got home anyway. Pfew.

My brother Jaap got married today; mom and I traveled by train to The Hague to deliver the weddingcake (and party :-)


We put on our funkiest shoes...


and arrived at The Hague Central Station with time to spare!


So we made a photo of ourselves in front of the train:)


before we met up with Hans & Benthe and got on a tram to Cityhall


right after we took a picture of a funny advert (Ruben!)


From the tramstop we walked to Cityhall,



which had a very cool piece of art in front.

And then it was time for the wedding:

Ruben sleeps while his mom and dad get married:)

Afterwards the party traveled by car and bus to the bride and groom's home, for cake:

Mom had brought two...


one with a bride and groom...


and one with baby Ruben and dog Rowdy:)

Congratulations to all!

Happy New Year, Gelukkig Nieuwjaar!

Here are some pictures of my wonderful New Year's Eve and first look at the world in 2011.


Mom left me food and instructions for stove and microwave:)


Delicious dinner while watching Sound Of Music!


In the freezer I found a special dessert: 'Macarons de Paris'. Mmmm.

Mom came home from work around 11 pm, earlier than expected, so we could have some snacks together before the fireworks started...


In the Netherlands it is customary on New Year's Eve for people to buy and light their own fireworks at midnight; we have a wonderful view from my mom's balcony on the surrounding neighbourhood. (A lot of people have to start lighting their fireworks during the day, just to get through it all. I do not approve of this.)


These private fireworks last for over an hour (and often continue the next day with left overs, grumble).


Mom and I simply light a couple of sparklers; no noise, just pretty lights:)





After our little closing ceremony for 2010, we watched Hootenanny (Hootenanny!) with Jools and Kylie and Roger Daltrey and other magnificent musicians.

The next day I started 2011 with the awesomest shower in the world before cycling home. I had to stop halfway to take pictures of the beautiful blue(!) sky.






In the distance the bridge for cars (and pedestrians, bicycles, etc.) between my mom's neighbourhood and mine.


This bridge is for pedestrians, bicycles and public transport only. No private cars allowed.


My appartment survived the vicious fireworks in my neighbourhood (unlike the busstop across the street, so glad I stayed at my mom's;)