Ramblings # 1

I love popcorn. I love sweet popcorn. And I am eating a whole bag of microwave popcorn right now.

I am in bed while my stomach hurts from a bladder infection I am suffering from. Yes a wonderful start of the weekend. Although the popcorn really is.

The mysterious parcel remains a mystery for now as I still haven’t received it. Argh!

Today the children drew a lovely chalk drawing on the blackboard saying for Miss Serwa (instead of Sarah) Melt! So cute.

I need glasses. Although it is very hard to find that one pair of special glasses that will suit any mood, outfit, facial expression, hairdo …. Every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year……… I have three pair of sunglasses to survive the summer…brown, black and brownish black and I would love to have a red, blue and green pair to …..How will I ever find one pair of glasses that will suit everything? It’s not an easy task! Actually: it is nearly impossible……

My ¨mother’s day¨ drawing is beautiful!!! I am really happy with it. I will frame it and hang it up in my ¨button¨ room.

I received another pretty vintage apron. Yeah!

I finished my bag of popcorn.

And I have red toenails.....

Mysterious parcel

I love getting postcards, parcels, letters well actually anything coming throw the letterbox or delivered by the postman. (Except; bills, tax, anything costing me money)

A sweet card from a friend saying that she thinks of me or a postcard from an exotic country or a parcel with wonderful vintage bought goodies. It’s especially wonderful when you don’t expect it and you come home from a tiring day and a card is waiting for you on the mat. An ¨old school¨ card can make your day. For me it beats all the text messages or online e-cards I have gotten.

But when we came home today there was a letter from the postman saying that he tried to deliver a parcel and he would try again tomorrow.

At this point I looked puzzled at my husband as he looked as puzzled back. It did not say who it would be from but it was large as they needed to hand it over to me instead of throwing it through the letterbox.

Coming back on the whole: ¨it’s wonderful when you don’t expect it¨ part, because I now know I have a parcel waiting for me but it isn’t that fun when you cannot open it straight away especially when you do not have a clue who it’s from and what it is!
I wonder who would send me a parcel without me knowing? Actually I am not as much wondering anymore as being obsessed about it.

Could I have won something? Did I pay for something and forgot about it? Is it a gift from a secret admirer? A gift from a friend or family member? What is it?!

Hopefully I will find out tomorrow and you will to.

For now my beautiful mantel piece which looks great under the huge clock in the living room and my lovely vintage aprons I bought on marktplaats:

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

Scary

No, this is us relaxing and doing weird girly stuff and looking ghastly while doing it.

The scary part for us (read: Charlotte) was the movie we watched….

Charlotte scares easily and she is very gullible. When we were young she believed stories about witches living nearby or that her Barbie doll’s hair would grow back after we cut it. And when we would have sleepovers she nearly ran home barefooted whenever we would tease her with scary noises or while talking about gremlins.

Now at the age of 27 it is much better……until we watch scary movies.

It was gezellig! love you Charlotte...!

More finds I found today:

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 

Second hand finds

Those moments where you wish you had a camera go lost when you try to reenact them. Like today when Charlotte was surfing from an escalator but we did not make a picture of it, so I send her back up the escalator but then I accidently filmed her instead of making a picture and the moment of fun was lost.

Today was another treasure hunt day like we had on Queens day. We actually made a promise to each other to meet on our Wednesday’s off work. So you will probably see more posts about our bargain finds.

Addiction

I am addicted. Not to smoking because since the third of April I haven’t touched a cigarette again. (feeling proud!) Not to drinking because I don’t like taste or the effect of alcohol. Not to gambling, I don’t like to gamble with my hard earned money. But I am addicted and BIG time!

¨Hi everybody, my name is Sarah and I am addicted.¨

¨Hi Sarah….¨ Reply of my fellow addicts….

¨It is really hard. It’s a decease,¨ I explain. ¨I know it affects my everyday being. I feel sad when I don’t do it.¨ Heads nodding up and down, agreeing and understanding.

¨Even my husband and dear friends have to suffer from it. But even though, I cannot stop, I will not stop, I won’t ever stop. It’s an addiction I and my friends and family have to live with.¨ People look at me confused.

¨Yes, I understand know. I have acknowledged the fact I am addicted. And that is good. But I also have acknowledged that I will never be able to stop buying stuff online REALLY ridiculously cheap!!

¨My name is Sarah and I am addicted to secondhand internet shopping. (Especially MARKTPLAATS (dutch ebay, it’s online treasure hunting)

¨And my favorite online addiction, find? Hands down this lamp and all of my buttons!’’

Second best find?
My retro chair in the bedroom:
   

Only the true addicts know that this addiction will never be beaten with these kind of beauties out there!

Queens Day

I stayed over at my dearest friend Charlotte (photo) (my two followers, and friend of more than 27 years!) and had a lovely evening yesterday, catching up. The alarm was set at 6 in the morning and after talking for hours we finally fell asleep.

Suddenly I was woken by the most horrible loud noise! Normally I wake up to a beautiful serene tune but she had an awful alarm that she did not even kill straight away. AAAH!

Waking up so blissfully at 6 made me feel just peachy. With my head still buzzing I stepped under the shower, making me feel more awake and ready for our task ahead.

- We did not dress in orange but most people go all out* -

* The colors of the Dutch flag are red, white and blue -- there's no orange at all. So what's the Netherlands' relationship (make that borderline obsession) with the color orange?

The answer: Orange is the color of the Dutch Royal Family. The lineage of the current dynasty -- the House of Oranje-Nassau -- dates back to Willem van Oranje (William of Orange). But while the color orange has royal roots in the Netherlands, today it symbolizes a broader pride in the country and in being Dutch.  (Thank you, Shannon McAllister)

At quarter to 7 she biked and I sat on the back of the bike and cycled into town. It was cold and wet. A real disappointment for everyone because the days before were beautiful. But for us it was perfect as that meant it wouldn’t be crowed.

We planned we would shop till we drop. And so we did. We had to walk back to the house to get the car -  we could just not hold all the bags - as soon as we parked the car and dropped our first load of we started another round in town. 3 more times we had to walk back to the car. Arms full, bags fully loaded, we looked at every plaid with treasures.

Well.. an already long story short; we bought a lot of LOVELY; PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL: ATTIC JUNK BEAUTIES!

When we came back at 2 we went to bed with achy feet…no scrap that….PAINFUL feet!!!, hurting shoulders and sleepy eyes. We fell asleep again and this time no alarm disturbing me when I woke….

Just drool and a wet pillow...

Happy Queensday Trixie aka Koningin Beatrix!

Some of my finds and Queens day pictures: