I was working on my stranded cuffs last night, with the only light coming from the computer screen on which Bake Off The Professionals played. This darkness is because I married a bat man, or possibly a vampire, who cannot stand the light.
Either way: I didn’t notice how bright the purple was:
Might have to frog.
There were other surprises too, especially on my road trip on Thursday, and they were all lovely.
My visit to knitter friend Hanneke came with unexpected birthday cake!
We both had celebrated our birthdays the week before and she put candles on the cake she baked for my visit! I sang a little “happy birthday to us” but only with my inside voice. My inner inside voice.
The visit was so nice! Hanneke is a wool spinner and we talked wheels and spinning techniques and colours. I LOVE to talk spinning. Hanneke is spinning for one year now and is a natural talent but stil exploring and learning. Such fun to talk with.
She also loves ceramics and has a collection of tea pots!
She was showing me her pieces around the room but then we had to take an unexpected break because she had skins of dragon flies on display and my husband is a major dragon fly fan (so he’s probably more of a bat than a vampire?) and I had to photograph them and show them to him via WhatsApp.
THEN! It turned out that Hanneke is AN EXPERT on dragon flies!
She knows all the Latin names and we had to sit down properly and talk dragon flies and have more cake and I now properly dragon fly dazzled my husband with things Hanneke told me.
Dragon flies are dear to my heart. They are so intelligent, and such skilled hunters. Not afraid of humans. There are plenty around the cabin, we made micro climates for them when we bought the place.
The meadow floods every Winter and in Spring you can see my husband going around with a bucket, catching dragon fly young and transport them to the pond behind the cabin.
Last week, in high Summer, he spotted a dragon fly laying eggs around the pond behind the cabin. Succes!
Then Hanneke reveals she’s also an expert on hoverflies (Syrphidae)!
Which I like too because they can hang still in front of you, watching you curiously, and then they will sit on your finger after they have tapped it a few times to check it out. I don’t know names apart from the “I Am Wearing Pyjama’s Hover Fly” which is the Dutch name of this guy:
Episyrphus balteatus, called “marmelade hover fly” by the English world. Man, you guys missed an opportunity to name your animals! Or you lacked liquor.
The humans who named the Dutch dragon flies and damsels were pleasantly drunk: The Big Emperor; Horse Gobbler; Glazier; Glass Cutter; Flat Belly; Little Light; Water Sniffle;
It took a while before Hanneke and I could go back to the ceramics and it was such a nice visit that I totally forgot to take pictures.
That day I ran two errands in the town Hanneke lives in. One was to the fabric store FiberRachel had shown me: Harry’s Stoffen. Loot:
That’s two (or four) table clothes for the cabin and some sturdy fabrics for skirts and some smooth gaze for washing Merino. And a jersey on top for a Winter dress.
They wrap your purchases in paper. I asked to take a picture before she taped it shut, so I had a visual record of my fabrics and could think about them while I had a cup of coffee:
Which comes with liqueur in Twente!
I had to sit there for a while because a major rain cloud was coming over (and to allow my body to process the alcohol). So I bought more fabric:
Two viscose tricots, for simple sleeveless dresses. I have one viscose dress like that and it’s the only thing I wore when temperatures where above 30 degrees celcius. Better make some more because people are telling me heat waves will be more frequent in the future.
Before the fabric and the rains this was my breakfast:
Van Der Poel is a famous local ice cream parlour. With the biggest vitrine in Europe.
It was ok. Rather sweet. I’ve had better ice cream. Both at Wolbeest’ Da Giovanni in Swalmen (major ceramic village! Hanneke has been there) and in Den Bosch.
And I picked up a darling tea set that somebody sold online:
This person had lots of things for sale so I was sure it was a dealer of some sort. But it turned out to be a darling old lady who is trying to empty her home so she can move. She’s 87 you know. I asked where she plans to go and she told me about these small apartments in town, just a living room and a bed room. With assistance nearby.
“But there’s also this little cottage outside of town, in the middle of nature. Even though my son does not approve I plan to go there.”
This tea set had belonged to her mother and she had had it in her attic all her life. Barely used it. I will use it, I love the quirky design. It looks ’50s futuristic space age but it must be from the 1920’s or even earlier. There are no markings at the bottom.
Yesterday I send this picture to the seller:
to show her a bit about where her tea set has landed. With another darling old lady, in a cottage in the country. Probably not approved by some people’s sons but I’m trying not to let that bother me.
At the end of the day I drove home, accompanied by an unexpected ’80s music parade on the radio and my trusted Knitted Hammer Shark Navigation Unit: