Monday 28 December 2009

Think Pink

Think pink! think pink! when you shop for summer clothes. 

Think pink! think pink! if you want that quel-que chose.
Red is dead, blue is through,
Green's obscene, brown's taboo.
And there is not the slightest excuse for plum or puce
—or chartreuse.
Think pink! forget that Dior says black and rust.
Think pink! who cares if the new look has no bust.
Now, I wouldn't presume to tell a woman
what a woman oughtta think,
But tell her if she's gotta think: think pink—!
Funny Face (1957)





























































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Sunday 27 December 2009

Things I love about Sundays

1. I love sleep.
And I really enjoy staying in bed whole day long.


2. I love reading.
Staying in bed is even better involving books.


3. I love tea.
And during Sundays there's always time for tea.


4. I love an (e-)mail box without junk- or spammail
Good thing they don't deliver mail on Sunday!
Although that never happens with e-mail,
most Sunday-e-mails you also can reply Monday...


5. I love my breakfast
Thats a Cappuccino & Cornetto please!
Sunday is the only day I actually have got time for breakfast...




Saturday 26 December 2009

Dress up for New Years Eve










everyone knows there's a party at the end of the world
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I like Kelly Smiths'

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Joyeux Noel


Thursday 3 December 2009

3 days to 5 December...



Sinterklaas is the basis for the North American figure of Santa Claus. It is often claimed that during the American War of Independence the inhabitants of New York City, a former Dutch colonial town (New Amsterdam) which had been swapped by the Dutch for other territories, reinvented their Sinterklaas tradition, as Saint Nicholas was a symbol of the city's non-English past. The name Santa Claus supposedly derived from older Dutch Sinte Klaas.



In the Netherlands, Saint Nicholas' Eve (December 5) is the chief occasion for gift-giving and eating all special Sinterklaas sweets. The evening is called "sinterklaasavond" or "pakjesavond" ("presents evening"). In the Netherlands, children receive their presents on this evening whereas in Belgium, children put their shoe in front of the fireplace on the evening of December 5, then go to bed, and find the presents around the shoes on the morning of the 6th.



Traditionally, if a child had been naughty, the Zwarte Pieten would stuff the child in a sack and threaten to beat it with a broom or a stick. Then all the naughty children, in sacks, were said to be taken back with Sinterklaas to Spain (it is believed that Sinterklaas comes from Spain, where he returns at the end of the night). Today, this is usually considered unpaedagogical and parents have ceased to tell their children this story in earnest. Nevertheless, many Sinterklaas songs still allude to a watching Zwarte Piet and a judging Sinterklaas.



Traditionally, in the weeks between his arrival and December 5, before going to bed, children put their shoes next to the fireplace chimney of the coal fired stove or fireplace, or, in modern times, next to the central heating or at the front door. The shoe is to have a carrot or some hay in it and a bowl of water "for Sinterklaas' horse, Amerigo!" and the children sing some Sinterklaas songs; the next day they will find some candy or a small present in their shoes. When a house has no chimney, Sinterklaas or Black Pete is said to enter using his special key that fits on every door in the Netherlands.


source wikipedia [dot] org

Tuesday 1 December 2009

it's December love

it's the time of drinking hot chocolat,
of reading Jane Austen at the fire place
of buying gifts for your family
of sending cards to your friends.


it's the time of century old songs,
of the smell of cinnamon and cardamom,
of almost forgotten stories
of writing long St. Nicolas poems.


it's the time of long red scarfs,
of the magic in the air
of burning candles and dreaming of snow


it's the countdown to Christmas. 









listening to Edith Piaf
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