Just discovered the most delightful blog, sweetest couple, the are-you-seriously-this-cool? human beings, and the best story to lighten my unnecessarily heavy load and brighten my afternoon.Read, breath and smile.We’re all pretty damn lucky.
Oh Hello, coolest DIY I've ever seen!I can’t wait to begin you.(although step no.2 is slightly disconcerting. A whole MONTH in between step 1 + 2? Oh well, good things come to those who wait, yes?).If I make it to the final steps, I think it’d look really beautiful and natural if I just sealed it rather than stain it? Bravo, Karen from The Art of Doing Stuff. I dig your stump.
The really thorough and helpful play-by-play here. Translated idea, and charming picture above spotted here.
A final contestant for the over-my-bed art, Hot Purple Lips by Monica Shulman. Kind of obsessed with it, and think it would look amazing in this frame. I will post my other option tomorrow, a concept I'm also kind of obsessed with. But if I win the power ball tomorrow, my first investment would be this. I will make enough money to afford a Massimo Vitali, I will make enough money to afford a Massimo Vitali.
I came upon these perfectly whimsical and romantic photographs earlier today.This is the song that popped into my head and is still playing like a pleasantly broken record.These photographs, though they do not depict moments of my own life, incite my own precious memories that have found a home in my heart….the kind of memories that flood my conscious and simulate the way your stomach feels when you’re on a rollercoaster and you make a deep drop (but then again, I like rollercoasters).The kind of memories that you recall as being utopian moments.Sweet summer nights spent with friends on the beach, afternoons on your back porch talking with your sister, the scent of climbing roses and morning glories sifting in the humidity, a gathering of all of your friends and your family (the kind of marriage that only happens every year or so for weddings or graduation parties)—those days that are filled with so much love you feel like your heart could explode, or an afternoon by yourself, say laying on a hammock, when you feel like you’ve got all of the answers in that quiet moment.
No regrets, no dwelling, just sweet moments of times and places that you once were— a collection of memories you’re proud of, a collection of people you shared delicious meals with and given part of yourself to (and to them, you).Ya know what I mean?These pictures do it for me.And my, what a wonderful way to transition into the weekend-- here's to making more.
The mise-en-scènein this photograph is brilliant. From the light-soaked sky right down to her captivating smile and to-die-for sunnies. I mean, really. Via Garance Dore.
I have been on a major hunt for some affordable, sweet, meaningful and simple art—something to place over my bed for now—something with a purpose and an understated affirmation (textual or pictorial) that would rejuvenate me in the morning and put my mind to rest before bed. Artist Alyson Provax has answered my prayers with her Time Wasting Experiment series. I love them all. I’m going to order 2, to stack vertically on the wall over “my side” of the bed. I’m leaning toward 0045 and 0023. What do you guys think?
(be sure to read her artist’s statement on etsy, under each individual listing. You’ll want to be friends with her, I promise!)
Like the rest of the world, I was really saddened when hearing that Elizabeth Taylor passed away yesterday. One of my first memories as a child is when my grandmother and I use to watch National Velvet, and how she always said it was her favorite movie. Because of Velvet Brown, Elizabeth's brave and spirited character, I understood why my grandmother, with such similar traits, always considered this film to be such a wonderful influence for her young granddaughter. At such a breezy, young age, I just thought Elizabeth Taylor was pretty but wish my grandmother would instead just put on Sleeping Beauty. Sweet little memories aside, Ms. Taylor was unquestionably an original Hollywood starlet to be remembered.....and sadly, one of the last ones....but life goes on, and so do memories, and so does the influence of the then young actress in National Velvet, who bettered my life, and whose sparkle will never fade.
