Today, this Saturday, I spent the morning at my town’s annual “rommelmarkt” (junk sale). With my husband Davy and our little Noah in-tow, we three haggled our way through vendors and came away so many unexpected goodies.
A wicker basket picnic and tea set with happy little faces painted on them, and brand-new. I freaked out inside when I saw it, but managed not to squeal. Then I paid 2 Euro (about $3) to make it mine, well Noah’s, gratefully.
I’d have loved something like this growing up. I cannot wait to have picnics with Noah, if this weather ever gets warmer. Mother Nature needs to make this happen.
And then the attention to pretty detail in a hand-woven food cover circa “a very good year”, caught my eye too. I’d always wanted one, but a pretty one and not one of those “good functional” ones. I found it today and brought it home for 2 Euro.
Lucky price point for me today.
Next Saturday, Davy and I will be going to Amsterdam for a weekend getaway. Our mission, which we’ve chosen to accept, is to attend a “pansexual fetish party” while we are there. Wasteland, it’s called. We’ve got our tickets already, at 50 Euro (about $65) each and eyes wide open.
And if you’d like, I’ll blog about my experience when I get back. Leave me a comment!
Having watched the Wasteland Video Trailer I think I know what i’m getting into, but one never truly knows until experienced first-hand. The good news is there’s a “dresscode”, so we are prepared:
“Leather, Uniforms, Plastic, Rubber, School boys & girls, Metal, Cross-dress, Fetish-Burlesque, Fetish Glamour, Medical, Body art, Fetish-Goth, fetish Steam Punk, Baroque. (No casual street Wear, No combat army dress)”
And we seriously need to be prepared, because there’s a “Bitch” at the door who could possibly turn us away for being underdressed:
“THE DECISION OF THE BITCH IS FINAL! The dress code is vigorously checked by our doorbitches.The door is actually the place where playing begins. There are no ticket refunds if the dress code is not adhered to.”
This is a first for both Davy and me. We’d planned on going earlier but pregnancy and new parenthood derailed us. We’re now a week away. We’re expecting something like Mardi Gras and mythology, but exponentially more intense and concentrated. There are some serious DJs performing, and also acrobats and sex acts galore next Saturday.
It will be a very different Saturday than today.