The Little Things

This morning I went off to the city center to meet up with the ladies from the Rotterdam Stitch’n’Bitch group.  I had gotten together with them on Tuesday evening as well and decided to go see who is there on Saturday mornings.  It was busier today, with 10-12 people as opposed to the four of us who were there on Tuesday.  It’s a Dutch group but they are very sweet about speaking English when there is something I don’t understand.  Listening to them and the Dutch I do speak with them is great practice for me.  They often ask if I am understanding everything alright and remind me to speak up if there is something I need them to repeat or tell me in English.   I will definitely be joining them again on their Tuesday and Saturday gatherings.  It’s nice to just sit around a table and do a bit of knitting (or crocheting) and chatting.  It’s a good way to learn more about knitting too, I feel like if there is anything I want to know how to make or a problem I come across, they will always be eager to help. That is really nice, because often there can be a bit of snobbery in groups like that for hobbies and the newbies don’t really get a lot of love.  Luckily, that’s not the case with these S’n’B ladies.

After the group broke up and it was time to head home, the weather was so nice that I didn’t really want to go home yet.  Even though I was starting to come down with a cold I wasn’t feeling too under the weather yet and figured I should take advantage before I really started feeling miserable.  I decided to skip the first tram stop and continue on to the next, and then once I reached that point I thought of how nice it would be to walk over the Erasmusbrug (Erasmus Bridge), as I’ve never done that in the entire time I’ve been living here.

While I was walking in the sun with a nice breeze, I couldn’t have been happier.  In spite of the beginning of a cold, I felt great and it gave me an opportunity to see some things I normally speed by in the car or tram.

One thing I really l really love is the sidewalks going over the bridge.  I don’t know what they do to the pavement, but it sparkles!

So often I feel like the least feminine woman on earth… whether I’m blowing big farts with my husband, chewing on my nails or boycotting skirts and high heels, sometimes I just feel like I’m not girlie enough.

Then there are moments like today, when I am positively giddy because my sidewalk glitters.  That’s when the relief sets in and I know that yes, even though I can out-fart my husband any day, I really am still a girl at heart.