Daughter is a big girl now. She goes to daycare on her own bike.
I grabbed my macro lens to capture some of the colours and activity in my garden.
As a kid I never grew long hair. I preferred short hair, just like my brothers. Therefore I never learned to braid my hair. Daughter is very much unlike me. She likes her hair long. Like her mother has (I grew longer hair as a student. Much cheeper as it requires less visits to the hairdresser). Daughter got spoiled by one of her caretakers, because whenever she requested an ‘Elsa-braid’ she got one. In the past three months I pushed myself to learn it too. She would soon start in school and school teachers don’t have time for braiding. And then two months of daycare closure followed. Slowly but surely I got the hang of braiding. This morning I could even finish one before heading to daycare. Mommy power skill unlocked.
It’s a wonderful summer day. And a holiday. All in one. A blessing after two weeks of regular working days.
Today I made my coffee in one of the mugs my parents gifted us a while ago. It is dark blue with the contours of a Van Gogh painting. We have three more in the same series specially created for the Van Gogh museum. We also threw a fifth mug in the bin in bits and pieces.
My parents didn’t buy the mug at the Van Gogh museum though. It is designed and ‘handmade in The Netherlands by Royal Goedewaagen. This company has a history of four hundred years making earthenware. Mid twentieth century they moved the entire company from Gouda to Nieuw-Buinen, a tiny village in the northern part of the country, which happens to be only seventeen kilometers from where my parents live. The perks of buying at the factory is that they sell products that are rejected for regular sale at a reduced price. So for a reduced price my parents get to give great gifts.
How do you serve yours today?