cold crisp day

We cycled to town for a coffee to go and pastel de nata at Nobel's Brood this morning.
On the first really cold and crisp day, warm wool mittens were no luxury on the bike.

The first handmade pairs of the diagonal striped mittens collection are ready. (only have to weave in the loose ends, the least fun part)

The black & white tweed yarn mittens, like the ones i'm wearing, and another antracite grey & white tweed yarn pair, are already for sale in my Etsy shop.

The rest of the tiny collection ready-made fingerless mittens, will be added soon.

I'm an addict of woolen winter accessories; throw in a beanie, mittens and scarf and i’m good to go. How about you?

hello december

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall - F. Scott Fitzgerald

x x x

Sunday in the city.

We both love the city, always did.
Whatever city.
Paris, London, Berlin, Antwerp or Amsterdam.
Yesterday we visited Amsterdam, we often do.

It was a cold crisp day, just the two of us, walking through Amsterdam.
We both enjoyed this way to celebrate our 'H♥I anniversary'

'it was all f*cking awesome'