Until my children came. Reading books to them! The Dream Merchant, The Neverending Story, Pluk van de Petteflet, the beautiful rhythms in the poems of Annie MG Smidt. But my best discovery was the storytelling festival in Maastricht, a week long “children’s” stories, told by professional storytellers. I wanted to be there every day! Bring along lemonade and biscuits and listen to gifted storytellers under an old tree in the city park. Fortunately, my children became equally captivated by the stories, we spent many summers in the city park listening. Later there were evenings for adults. Add a glass of wine and a snack and enjoy. After a while the children, the four of them, no longer needed my care full-time and there was space and a need for “something else”. Just what it would be, I didn’t know.
Back to the flower shop then, but after 2 years I was done working every Saturday. After some detours, I ended up in Maasmechelen with a course in interior design. For five years I faithfully went there every Saturday. And in Belgium that is an entire school year. How I loved it! And loathed it! Drawing, part of the course. How do you translate what you see onto paper? It seems so easy. Making interior designs, I got lost on the internet. So much beauty, but already designed. But my designs had to be original! And my classmates and I attended trade fairs. Peeking under the table with my teacher to see how it was made. I learned so much from this. And I also gained my passion for Design. How nice is it to look behind the scenes of a trade fair. So I signed up as a volunteer for the Dutch Design Week in Eindhoven and Designday in Maastricht. That’s how I got to know the designers, the faces behind the products.
The Designer Stories
And guess what: Design and the Designer are full of stories! Stories about the products, the origin, the way there. I also got to know the road of the Designers. Many of them have worked in a variety of professions before becoming designers, so varied and so beautiful! I started telling these stories as a designer’s hostess, their right hand during a trade fair. Only then it became apparent that telling was also part of me, that I could captivate people with the stories of my Designers. For me as a person, there was just more needed to get to where I am now. In my protected world as a housewife and mother of four children I undertook a lot. I planned trips, exhibitions and sights to see and booked air travel and hotels. And then I put my hand in my husband’s hand and let him lead me to it.