Roosje, Lieve and Pelle

One of the many things written on my Mio-Meraki-to -do-list is write an ‘about’.

A little piece about myself and Mio Meraki. But every time I began to write something I felt so stupid. “Who cares”it resonates in my head. On the other hand, I always love to see a face behind a brand, shop, Instagram account. Just because I am curious.  And maybe you are too.

So yes, this is me, or better us. And since Mio Meraki is very much a family business (my father brings the packages to the post office, Maarten my husband does most of the administration and taxes (yes, I have told you before I have married the best) and my children are my inspiration and testing panel when it comes to buying and searching for new brands). So in a way this is Mio Meraki too.

We are from the more is more movement 😉 More colour, more fun, more chaos, more roller-skating and definitely more love. I think the pictures reflect us so perfectly.

Probably the scariest post I have ever done, but here we go! Have a look below,

With love,

Anna

 

 

Ole and Cato

Although I love going on adventures and to travel the world etc, I like being at home a lot. Maybe I like it best. When the whole family is at home, just hanging around, it makes me feel so happy.

And, call me a voyeur, but I also love seeing glimpses of other peoples lives. Just ordinary lives like that of you and me. Being at home with the kids, building a fort out of the cushions from the couch, a little baby brother crawling around the house. It makes me happy. With this series I wanted to make a tribute to the family life at home. Hope you like it!

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our …

I remember way back then when everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time such a fine time
Such a happy time
And I remember how we’d play simply waste the day away
Then we’d say nothing would come between us two dreamers

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother’s tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister’s sighing in her sleep
Brother’s got a date to keep
He can’t hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street