September 1, 2014

Have You Readhead in August '14?

"Have you redhead?" "Have you read that?" "The Ginger Diaries". You get it.

August came and went, and I spent pretty much the whole month working for school. I'm really excited that September finally arrived, because that means my exams are almost over, I can start re-building my social life and, most of all: WE'RE GOING TO DUBLIN! Aaaah! I've never been to Ireland before, and I am absolutely pumped for my first visit there. I'm also a little scared though, because I will be flying s-s-o-l-o and from an airport I've never traveled from. But, If I was able to manage Washingtons Dulles International on my own, than how bad can Eindhoven be right? No biggie! Kenneth will be in Dublin the whole week for work, and I'll fly after him in the weekend so we can have a short few days together before I head back to uni. This trip was booked spontaneously and we're already leaving soon, so we're clueless about what to see, shop, eat and do in the Irish capital. If anyone of you has ever been, would you please share your awesome adventures and musts with me? You rock.

For now, and as promised, I've got my list of all things hot in August. Hope you enjoy these reads and I'll hopefully be back with a new outfit next week - that is, if it ever stops raining.

Must reads 
  • After GOMI came out with a post on bloggers using PhotoShop on their insta-selfies, Belgian bloggers Siel en Elien both wrote a post on the subject too. Fake It Till You Make It: The Blogging World (by Siel) and Why Your Favorite Blogger On Instagram Is A Fraud (by Elien) are two amazing posts that show how deceiving Instagram (and other social media) can be.
  • But sometimes, bloggers can laugh at their own Instagram-fails as well. I was caught red-handed by Naomi sharing a bedside pic, and I'm curious to find out which Instagram clich├ęs you are guilty of!
  • Are you a nineties kid like me? Recognize any of these?
  • Marsa's post on How to Keep The Relationship Spicey inspired me to write a post myself that I hope to publish soon. In the meantime, Kenneth and I are enjoying our weekly date nights and are working on our selfie-taking skills. Gotta keep that SnapChat updated, right?

Blogs I loved
  • With Love From Kat • I stumbled upon her blog through Instagram, and fell in love immediately. Katelyn has an impeccable sense of style that I just can't get enough of. 
  • Fashionlorious • Brand new on the Belgian blogging-block and the third blogger in my hometown. Check out Eline's personal style blog for fun outfits and recipes.


August 28, 2014

#GOINGDUTCH: Veiren in Veere (*)

Veere, not even that far from Yerseke, is a beautiful small town in Zealand. Typical Dutch houses adorn the cobbled streets, the Great Church and city hall tower above the trees and the many terraces offer ideal seats for people watching. And there's plenty to see, as you'll discover after the break point!

We started our day on the lake. We (my mom, dad, sister and I) toured around the Veerse Meer, a lagoon separated from the North Sea by the Delta dam, and enjoyed the many beautiful views over the fields, campsites and other small towns surrounding it. It was really sunny outside that day, so stayed safely below deck most of the "ride" to avoid a severe sunburn. Thanks to the giant open windows of the boat, I still managed to capture some lovely moments on the water. After the boat tour, we strolled aimlessly around town in search for a bite to eat. I got all snappy-happy around the beautiful yachts lined up to leave the port, spotted my dream car, ate "kibbelingen", went into the funniest gift shop and had the most delicious ice cream. It was again a very good day out in The Netherlands and I hope to visit Veere again soon! For this season, however, it seems this will have been my last visit with our Northern neighbors. Our planned trips to Middelburg and Goes have been cancelled due to the endless rainfall of the last three weeks. Fall has come, and I wasn't ready for it yet. My vacation photos restore a little of the summer feeling that I have lost, but that will hopefully return for at least a few days in September. Have a great weekend guys and please enjoy the photos!

August 25, 2014

The Other One

dress: French Connection • sandals: Tamaris • croos-body bag: Kate Spade "Little Minka"

Cobalt blue has been labelled my signature color by both my on- and offline friends. It an open secret that I love the bright blue shade to my wardrobe pieces. This summer you've seen me rock it more than once on the blog ( #1#2#3), and also in real life I am rarely spotted without my Ted Baker blazer these days. But no matter how great the love is, some days I have to cheat. Some days, I grab for "the other one" in my closet: wine purple.

It's a difficult color to find in stores, but it's a color that I believe was meant to be worn by redheads. I look out for it whenever I am shopping, and will almost always try on anything I find. There's something about the way this particular shade of purple looks with my hair that instantly makes me happy when I look in the mirror. It's also one of the few colors I know that doesn't make my skin look like I am an extra on The Walking Dead (totally a ginger problem, right?), but actually makes my skin glow a little. It's funny to even say that, my skin... glowing... ha! Not a chance.

These photos were taken in the Japanese gardens in Hasselt. I was really excited about visiting them after seeing the photos from a friends engagement session, taken under a sea of cherry blossoms and by the large koi pond in the center. Kenneth and I had a little picnic and sat by the pond for a good while while, soaking up the sunshine and enjoying each others company. Little did we know it would be the last day we'd see the sun this summer. It's been raining non-stop for almost three weeks now and we're barely making 20°C anymore. This might just be the last summery outfit I am able to share with you this year and that makes me a little bit sad. I still had so much fun looks in mind that I never got around shooting! Ain't that how the style-blogging story goes?

Have a great week guys! Hopefully you've got more fun plans than I do! I have my second exam on Wednesday and nobody likes those, right? I'm going to watch one more of my recorded classes, and you can go watch the new episode of your favorite series or read more blogs. You are living the good life, my friend. Cheerios!

August 18, 2014


top: H&M • skirt: H&M • ballet flats: Jonak Paris

I'm a social worker. I know "how to handle things", you know? Except for the two things in this world that I have never been able to cope with: cats and babies. I have the enviable super talent to make cats hiss and babies cry. Always. But something changed this weekend and it left me feeling a little upside down.

I was playing fetch in the garden with Dasha, our German Sherphard, for some time already when I suddenly heard soft miauw-ing. At first I didn't think much of it. Both our neighbors have cats, and their cats like to tease our dogs. I threw Dasha's ball once more and she went to get it, but was apparently not in the mood to return it. She lay down in the grass on the other side of the garden, chewing and drooling all over that poor tennis-ball. Miauw. I was at the backdoor when I noticed the two tiny white paws sticking out under the garden fence. Two seconds later a white kitten with black spots appeared on the patio, staring at me with the biggest green eyes and... miauw. Uh-oh. I turned around and called Dasha to her cage while picking up the kitten. Our dogs will be friendly to other dogs, but they will not give cats the same friendly treatment. Kitten or not. When it was safe for him to wander through our garden again, I the kitten go and headed back inside, thinking he'd go home soon. But he didn't go anywhere. When I went outside to pick him up and go around the neighborhood to see if he was missing somewhere, he started purring, nuzzled up against me and climbed into my arms by sticking his claws into my leggings and crawling up. That one hurt, by the way. I went from door to door, but no one was missing this cute little fella. I took him back home and we played a little in the garden. I then left him on the patio to go and call a vet to bring him to a shelter, as that's what my mom said I should do. That's when he caught the eye of our Jack Russel. She started barking at him from inside the house, and she scared the kitten so much that he quickly jumped over the fence. I went back outside to search for him because the vet wouldn't come for nothing and I didn't want this little cat to wander the busy streets around my house alone. I had no luck finding him. 

A good few hours later, I spotted him on the neighbors doorstep. They have this huge glass front door and he had his paws pressed up against it. I could see my neighbors come to the door and look at him and then walk away. To see a tiny kitten sit on that doorstep, all alone and outside in the rain, just broke my heart. By the time I got to the neighbors house he was again nowhere to be found. It rained a lot that day, and I couldn't help but think about Oscar (that's what my younger sister named him) being out there alone. Sometimes I just have a "click" with animals. I could tell you endless stories of how my dad and I went into a pet shop to buy a hamster and came home with a bunny because the bunny and I just "clicked". I felt that click with Oscar. As I was trying to finish my study schedule that afternoon I couldn't help but look out my bedroom window every now and then and wonder: where did he come from? And where did he go?

I will never know the answer to the first question. The answer to the second, I do have. No, he's not staying with us, but Oscar did find a home. At 9 PM that night, our doorbell rang. In a small town like ours, doorbells don't ring at that time in the evening. I peeked through the curtains and saw a man with a young girl, but no car. I live along a busy hiking trial / cyclist route so I figured they were lost or needed to use a bathroom. Happens all the time. But juuuuust to make sure I asked Kenneth to come to the door with me. It was only after I opened the door that I noticed the girl was holding little Oscar in her arms. Her dad said Oscar had shown up at the party they were having at a location two houses down. The young girl asked me if he was ours, or if we knew where he had come from. When I said I didn't, her dad told her they would take him home and take good care of him. My heart could rest assured, but I can't help but still think about that little white kitten with the black spots, huge green eyes and sharp-as-hell nails. The first cat that ever liked me. Now how long before I can handle babies?

August 14, 2014

#GOINGDUTCH: Mussels, But Not From Brussels

On July 16th, The 2014 mussels season was festively opened in Yerseke, and guess who was there? Me, my family and an awful lot of camera crews. Because mussels are a big thing in La Belgique and The Netherlands, and if they are ready for the harvest you'll know it as soon as you switch on the news. My mom absolutely hates them, but my dad and I love them and therefor a visit to "mussel capital" Yerseke had been on our to-do list for years. We begged and pleated with her, and when we promised her we'd find a restaurant that also served things that did not come out of the North Sea she went along. Foursquare served me well that day, and we found us a table with a stunning view over the Eastern Scheldt and the fisherman's wharf. A cheerful waiter came to take our order.

Me: mussels!
Sister: mussels!
Dad: mussels!
Mom: mussels!

I will never understand my parents. Never ever.

Yet, my moms order was not the biggest surprise of the night. After placing our order, the waiter informed us that we'd have to wait for a bit until the kitchen was restocked. A short while later, a boat docked right next to the restaurant and a young man jumped off board onto the embankment (a dangerous move, it seemed) and picked up one of the empty crates that were stacked against the restaurants wall. He threw it to his mate on the boat, who then filled it with fresh catch. A third man attached a walkway to the embankment and the second man came walking to the restaurant with the crate full of mussels in his hands, while the young man who threw him the crate was sitting on a bollard smoking a cigarette. Through the open kitchen we got to see how to cook checked the load and how everything was weighted and then thrown right into a giant kettle. Moments later we were enjoying what was probably the freshest seafood I have ever eaten. And it was good.