inside and outside…
Posted in amsterdam, nature, pia's photos, the houseboat November 9th, 2010 by pia

inside.

outside.

flower salon at droog, amsterdam…
Posted in amsterdam, handmade, nature, pia's photos October 23rd, 2010 by pia

Yesterday I took some time out with Yvette (and marie, of course) to explore the flower salon/1 exhibition at droog. It was quite spectacular, in the subtlest of ways. I particularly loved photographer maurice scheltens cut outs, the individual flower displays complete with labels on canvas tables from vlinder en vogel (which Yvette translated for me as ‘butterfly & bird’ – beautiful name)…

and the string gardens

I also loved that you could purchase part of the trunk of a dove tree ( a fabulous idea from flower salon/ contributor jos bregman). So I did, of course. Read more about Jos’ idea here.

After our peruse throughout the gallery, Yvette, marie and I headed to Puccini’s for a hot chocolate. miam.

xx

PS Flower salon/ is located at various locations around Amsterdam, but today and tomorrow are the last days. I will try to see some of the other exhibitions today if I can – if I do, I’ll be sure to share the inspiration with you here in the (blog)house.

yesterday’s visitors…
Posted in amsterdam, nature, pia's photos, the houseboat October 14th, 2010 by pia

These guys pottered about our canal for the whole afternoon. They put on quite a show outside our window…

quiet spaces: age old tree…
Posted in blog favourites, nature, quiet spaces October 13th, 2010 by pia

Beautiful. Wild. Calming. Ann Marie (from the gorgeous blog age old tree)’s  recent photos have once again captured my imagination and whisked me away to a far off land. Click here to see her video of wedding rock, in california. And I love that her last beach wander was with this lovely one.

sweet treasures # 11: two swan feathers…
Posted in nature, pia's photos October 11th, 2010 by pia

One fine afternoon, a few months back now, french boy was cleaning the outside of the boat while I was cozily tucked up inside, working away on my book. Unbeknown to me, he had seen two stray swan feathers floating nearby in the canal and, knowing how much I love feathers and how I love to watch the swans when they come by, he grabbed our broom and spent a good while trying to lure the feathers in closer to the edge of the boat. When he finally got hold of them he came inside, and with each feather in the palm of each hand he walked up to me and pronounced, “these are for you”.