Rockjerokjesdag

This ticking I am sitting in the garden of Diana Majestic, my favorite hotel in Milan. On the left you see Liesbeth Rasker, just about to start her third glass of wine. The undersigned has just taken her first sip (of the third glass).

We have something to celebrate. That we are in Milan for example, having nice meetings and grand plans for Amayzine, but above all we celebrate that the sun is shining, the legs are bare and the sun is directly shining on our skin. It is spring, in short.

The skirts and okay, maybe also those two glasses of wine, brought us at the brilliant idea to establish the national Rrockjerokjesdag.

In memory of good old Martin Bril for whom it really was spring when we all suddenly (as if we had had a national conference call that morning) pulled a skirt out of the closet and left the tights in the drawer.

Today could very well be that day. So. Are you wearing a skirt, are your tights gone fishing and are you celebrating spring? Make a nice Instagram of your legs, #amayzine and #rockjerokjesdag and let’s bombard this day again to an official calendar day. What am I saying? National holiday!