Monthly Archives: January 2013

I’m laying my head to rest flat against the bed. Staring up into the ceiling. Tracing the cracks and stains that comes from years of wear. I admire her. My house, that has stood for over a century. Proud yet unpretentious. As this random notion comes and goes, my shining silver mac (it carries a lot of cracks and scratches too) emits the tones of Doctor Rockit’s Cafe de Flore. I put it on repeat. In fact I do so manually, rewinding it every time it comes to an end in the mix. In between one of these rewinds I go to my perfume stand and sample Shocking by Schiaparelli. It’s over a decade old but nevertheless hasn’t lost its potency. I bring my wrist to my nose and inhale deeply. It smells different than the first time. Yes it has aged, matured. Like an old boyfriend that one meets and intimately rediscovers once again. The same…yet different. Mature of course, but something else…perhaps more slow, intimate. Not as upbeat as the first crack, but certainly more sensual.

I smell again, let my olfactory senses titillate my memories. The first time I wore it was out with friends. A friend of a girlfriend of mine was of Indian descent and he loved it. Brought back memories he said. I agreed, and at once thought of the Taj Mahal….especially in sunset when it turns crimson. It’s funny, because the little content left now, has almost acquired the same depth of colour.The coincident isn’t lost on me.

I admire the Taj Mahal and equally Mumtaz Mahal…the reason for the mausoleum’s very being. But India is not my destination, and my memories bounce from Paris to Miami, to Stockholm to Rome….and perhaps a little bit of Malta. Places I loved. Places were I made love…


…what a friend wrote on her fb wall…

“It’s probably not just by chance that I’m alone. It would be very hard for a man to live with me, unless he’s terribly strong. And if he’s stronger than I, I’m the one who can’t live with him. … I’m neither smart nor stupid, but I don’t think I’m a run-of-the-mill person. I’ve been in business without being a businesswoman, I’ve loved without being a woman made only for love. The two men I’ve loved, I think, will remember me, on earth or in heaven, because men always remember a woman who caused them concern and uneasiness. I’ve done my best, in regard to people and to life, without precepts, but with a taste for justice.”
~ Coco Chanel

I don’d mind so much getting ill on a Friday evening and having the whole weekend to recuperate, with possibly a working-from-home day the following, but I need the whole weekend to give me a fair chance and needless to say I didn’t get it. Flu set in, in all earnest Saturday night, and Sebastian who has been fluish all week, didn’t get so much of a blink of sleep during that night. And so here I am holed up in the bedroom….had more intriguing things to write home about. The only sexy I can think of it, is that I am in bed and horizotal. Well I shall leave you to that little mental image. tata for now!

Tiredness, extreme tiredness overcame me as I was laying on an anonymous massage table. My muscles ached, and seemed to want to take in every stroke over my back, neck and shoulders. Eventually I fell asleep, only to be woken up at certain moments…like my nose being squeezed for any unwanted spots, or getting rid of the colour mixture applied on my eyelashes. At a few minutes past 5 pm, I sort of stumbled out of the beauty clinic, and straight to the sofa. Ordered a take-away and watched Holly Rollers (also called the Jewish Connection), which I have to admit was a pretty good pastime, and taught me the Lord is always prepared to open his arms for his sheep, whatever the crime. It’s not my intention to sound condescending, as God knows how many prayers I put forward in the last years. Prayers or no prayers, the morale of the story was (as pretty evident) crime doesn’t pay….Jewish or non Jewish. A scene from Amsterdam, portraying a club looking like a Grotto and bathing in red light, did make me think of the Trance Buddha Club in the Red light. The time was right (1998) so this attention to detail (the film is based on true events) gave it an extra dimension of realism. Read more

I slept in late, partly because Sebastian woke up several times, most notably at 3 am, and I sort of couldn’t fall asleep after this. It’s a strange feeling. My body, extremities don’t want to get inline. I crave something to eat (I had half a banana for dinner – involuntarily I might add), but feel too tired to get downstairs and make myself something. Besides it would have to be a steak and vegetables as there is nothing else in the fridge. In the end a go downstairs scouring the cupboards for something eatable. I find a pack of noodles (not my diet but hunger pangs defines any caloric needs and wishes) and empty them in a bow. I put on the kettle but then decides to eat them dry. I’m simply too hungry to give this fast-food-of-fast-foods the 5 minutes it deserves…


Picture of the day…too cute for words

It’s midweek and I would shop off my left arm for it to be weekend…ok voluntarily give away a pair of Louboutins. I’m not going to bother with my standard line that I’m tired…..take that one for granted. I got up at the usual 6 am for a 45 min workout, fixing the family breakfast, getting ready (thank God for Donna Karan’s stretch dresses), then bringing Sebastian to the crèche and now off to work.

I’ve put some house classics on loudest volume, to help revive this slumbering engine. Moloko is singing it back to me when you are ready I will surrender, take me and do as you wish…… Couldn’t agree more at this point. It’s what I call infinite Wednesday morning wisdom, for what it’s worth

tiger printed shoes from Giuseppe Zanotti….not weather friendly however

Another day, hubby is ill, which caused a great rush getting woman and a screaming kid ready on time. I need to be in Amsterdam in 40 min for an early meeting and then prepare for other meetings later in the day.

There is a team dinner on the calendar but given Reinout’s condition I will unfortunately have to miss it. Wish you all a great Tuesday!



My husband is becoming quite the photographer….much better than I could ever aspire to. Suddenly Flickr got a revival and their app appears to be a pretty good rival to Instagram (especially if you are one the wrong side of 35 filters are God sent!). Anyways, some pics I snapped up from

A cute little troll just couldn’t keep his eyes open any more

Our winter garden

Peek-a-boo 🙂

Kitchen in the evening

It’s another wintry day, and luckily I don’t have to get to the office until late afternoon for a late evening meeting. Sebastian and R was playing outside in the snow before heading off the the creche. I had an early appointment this morning, which got cancelled due to the weather so all the more time to plow through emails and catch up on presentations and reports. On that note better get back to it 🙂

Sebastian and Reinout having fun 🙂

A bit tired, but for the rest ok 🙂