Lovely days off

Early morning rise. Woke up by the sun in my eyes. Only to fly to the fleemarket in Brussels, where I intended just to browse and save up my week's salary. Did well until I decided to take a look in the fox hole, where the boots made me fall in love and the salesman made me feel like wanting to make sweet sweet love to him all morning long. I ended up buying two pairs of boots and a funky orange dress with epaulettes. Fake shoulders that is. I went for a low cost breakfast in a dark little bar. Eating a pistolet paté while reading a newspaper I felt so at ease with my only just beginning weekend. Took the long train to Ghent, only to have more time to read my new borrowed book 'Suikerspin'. It's magical. Went for a little shopping to treat my loved ones to foodie presents and myself to ducks on a dress. I love Ghent when the sun is shining on her beautiful buildings and people are colourful and smiley. Entered new retro bar 'Labath' where Raphael Saadiq is sharing his soothing tunes and my already favourite coffee is called Cappuccino Star. And it's only the beginning... Happy new rituals!

Time for Tea.

It's autumn again

Oh, it always happens so fast. One night you're sitting on a balcony drinking white wine in your sweet dress, next day you're freezing your toes off while running from bar to bar, trying not to get too soaked. Autumn's here and he didn't spare me from his blue hands coldness. Turn the heath up and make some tea, tonight we're watching movies and stuffing our faces with pudding. I like the cold, but under one condition: that I'm sitting inside when it happens. And I can watch it. But not feel it. I love the cosiness, snuggling up in your pyjamas and baking delicious things that make you feel warm inside. The only reason to get out of the door is to run to the movies, the shabby small ones, where they sell happiness for 6,60 euros. These places remember me Belgium isn't such a bad place at all. Only afterwards, when we have to run back home through the pouring rain, I dream about more tropical places. Yesterday I laughed and cried my eyes out with a great new Belgian movie called 'Les Géants'. The soundtrack is beautiful, with the soothing voice of The Bony King of Nowhere. His music just makes me want to put cinnamon on everything I get my hands on. Sweet as hell.

Chez maman

Brussels by night. Not the kind of night any of us had expected. It was warm and we were wearing black. Full moon made everyone feel excited and extreme. There were strange people smoking in front of a secret door. Not so secret actually, but we never noticed the door before. A man lead us inside the dark hallway. We walked up the stairs and got hit in the face with the heath of dancing people. We swayed slowly downstairs, with Jack Daniels and psychedelic music. Pitch black, it was darker inside then outside, where the moon and lanterns were throwing shadows on the floor. But inside everything was soft and black. The walls felt as if they were made out of velvet and people looked dark and intruiging. Nothing like any place we've been to before. Everybody was dancing individually, yet all with each other. Like in a dark cocoon, where everything is familiar and nice, we felt like we never wanted to be anywhere else. Dragshows, creepy paintings and lots of leather, welcome to mommy.