The day after the night before, I need coffee, more coffee, fresh air, and even more coffee. We walk along Wythe Avenue and find a spot in the sun. At Dépanneur they have the tastiest sandwiches, but my mind is only on... that's right: coffee. In the sun, with an extra shot of espresso, it's nice. The headache fades and this princely poodle joins my view. What a stunner, this man. This is how we will let Blue become.

The evening my head was pounding the next day started at La Esquina. This speak-easy on the edge of SoHo is amazing. They've been difficult at the door for years, but once you get past the doorman and through the kitchen, you enter the paradise of Mexican delicacies and passion fruit margaritas. We danced a little under Baby Paul’s disco ball and then it was time to go home. So, a headache afterwards. But hey, earplugs.

Da hood. Brooklyn has already been our home for three weeks now and I've found quite a few favorites. Devoción for example. This coffee bar is the place to work. You won't be kicked out, the internet is good, and as a cherry on top: even Blue can come along.

My next career step is definitely going to be something in the furniture industry. Good heavens, you can make money with that! Love and I are going from store to store. Looking for lamps, shades, sofas, and we come home with a spinning head over the gigantic price tags on everything we like... But, we have picked out a few things... To be continued.

Family visiting! My cousin from Amsterdam is in NY for work for a week. We eat at Indochine. Still the best if you want to have an Eastern dinner one evening. The other pictures are from a few days later. Then we drank cocktails on the rooftop of The William Vale. And as the sun sets, with a drink in hand, we consider ourselves very lucky.

My latest acquisition, the Impossible I-1 camera, I showed last week, but the little device is back to the store. It's such a mega extensive camera that I couldn't manage to take simple snapshots with it. So I'm looking for a new one. Send me a message via IInstagram if you know the perfect polaroid camera. My thanks will be great!

Amazon is working overtime since I discovered the Prime version. In the meantime, our second bedroom has been transformed into a gym. All dumbbells, mats, jump ropes, and kettlebells are in. I've started Kayla's program again. Her program is intense, but it has to be done. In four months, I need to fit into that dress, and time is flying now. So I'll also skip those passion fruit margaritas for a while...

Today, the day I dutifully sit behind my computer typing this article, is the last day we can call Obama our president. I wiped away a tear during his last speech. I don't quite understand why, but Obama's Washington is certainly special to me. This Washington is the place where I suddenly received a kneeling love with a ring at the Jefferson Memorial. The sky turned pink. That same evening, we watched a peaceful White House from our room with a bottle of champagne. And now I secretly feel the fear that little will remain of that beautiful Washington after Friday. I suddenly remember that the cup I bought then has broken from the hands of my future mother-in-law. So just in the nick of time, I order something that will always be dear to me, something that will always remind me of that one Washington and is also practical: the Obama mug. And, they are quick, because a day later I already receive a notification that I have a package from the White House.... The day after the night before, I need coffee, more coffee, fresh air, and even more coffee. We walk along Wythe Avenue and find a spot in the sun...