(via flickr).
7.30.2009
hear: ask
"spending warm summer days indoors
writing frightening verse
to a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg...
ask me, ask me, ask me!"
- the smiths
---
i watched 500 days of summer
(featuring the smiths'
the light that never goes out)
last night
with my friends dave & val
and we all loved it
(we also had sushi and i used
my old uni student card to shamelessly
get 10% off of our bill. it worked.
youth is splendid).
writing frightening verse
to a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg...
ask me, ask me, ask me!"
- the smiths
---
i watched 500 days of summer
(featuring the smiths'
the light that never goes out)
last night
with my friends dave & val
and we all loved it
(we also had sushi and i used
my old uni student card to shamelessly
get 10% off of our bill. it worked.
youth is splendid).
7.29.2009
see: rome
here are some photos i took
once upon a time
when i was in the eternal city
of talking hands
where everyone seemed to be:
in love or infatuated
and skinny from eating too much
and happy from the fantastic wine
and July's song sang itself...
once upon a time
when i was in the eternal city
of talking hands
where everyone seemed to be:
in love or infatuated
and skinny from eating too much
and happy from the fantastic wine
and July's song sang itself...
7.28.2009
taste: pho
pho (traditional vietnamese beef noodle soup)
is an awesome comfort food.
but what's more awesome is this
tableware set designed specifically for this dish
(and meant to look like a traditional vietnamese lantern)
by designer omid sadri.
---
found via yankodesign
is an awesome comfort food.
but what's more awesome is this
tableware set designed specifically for this dish
(and meant to look like a traditional vietnamese lantern)
by designer omid sadri.
---
found via yankodesign
7.27.2009
love: eames chair
i have professed my love for mr. eames
and his beautiful chairs many times before.
and still, like an infatuated school girl,
i swoon and swoon.
and one day, when i have my very own pieces,
i shall swoon some more.
---
images via ffffound and designsponge
and his beautiful chairs many times before.
and still, like an infatuated school girl,
i swoon and swoon.
and one day, when i have my very own pieces,
i shall swoon some more.
---
images via ffffound and designsponge
7.26.2009
7.24.2009
love: anna quindlen's inspirational speech
if you are sitting at an office desk somewhere
just like me, daydreaming
of being elsewhere
i hope you find this and read it
and realize that
you have the capacity
to love, be loved
and be happy.
and if i have learned one thing,
it is that
you just have to want it.
"I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk or your life on a bus or in a car or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.
People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've received your test results and they're not so good.
Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and them to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre, at my job if those other things were not true.
You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon or found a lump in your breast?
Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger.
Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter.. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted.
Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough.
It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live.
I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face.
Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived."
just like me, daydreaming
of being elsewhere
i hope you find this and read it
and realize that
you have the capacity
to love, be loved
and be happy.
and if i have learned one thing,
it is that
you just have to want it.
"I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk or your life on a bus or in a car or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.
People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've received your test results and they're not so good.
Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and them to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre, at my job if those other things were not true.
You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon or found a lump in your breast?
Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger.
Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter.. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted.
Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough.
It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live.
I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face.
Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived."
7.23.2009
hear: sleeping
by the swell season
thunder and strings and memories
lull me to sleep...
good night to you.
thunder and strings and memories
lull me to sleep...
good night to you.
touch: cuddly clouds
so, while perusing the internet, i luckily stumbled upon
the artist (donna wilson) who makes
the soft lambswool blankets that can
make you cozy as a posie
that i mentioned in my prior post.
and since the sun has just been to shy
to come out this summer,i figured
why not share some more of her work
that make rain clouds just a little
more easy to love when sunshine has been
so, so scarce.
7.22.2009
touch: lambswool blankets
mini soft lambswool blankets knitted by hand
from tas-ka's children's catalog.
but i don't think they're just for children.
i think they are just as perfect for grown-ups
as a cozy throw on a bed or favourite reading chair.
imagine this wrapped around you
as you sip tea and read a book
on a wintry day.
from tas-ka's children's catalog.
but i don't think they're just for children.
i think they are just as perfect for grown-ups
as a cozy throw on a bed or favourite reading chair.
imagine this wrapped around you
as you sip tea and read a book
on a wintry day.
7.21.2009
see: hazy blues, sheer taupe, and faded yellows
are colours shared by
this charming victorian apartment in chicago
and burberry prorsum.
(not to mention, the gloomy summer we have been having here in toronto.
i take comfort in the fact that even blue-gray skies
have a story to tell and the ability to inspire).
this charming victorian apartment in chicago
and burberry prorsum.
(not to mention, the gloomy summer we have been having here in toronto.
i take comfort in the fact that even blue-gray skies
have a story to tell and the ability to inspire).
7.20.2009
love: brides & bikes
because these days, cars are just so pedestrian.
and then of course who doesn't like the idea of:
lace and hair entwined in a dance with air,
or the sound of happiness and clinking cans,
and riding into the great unknown
sure of only one thing -
love.
---
images via two great wedding inspiration blogs: greenweddingshoes.blogspot.com and oncewed
and then of course who doesn't like the idea of:
lace and hair entwined in a dance with air,
or the sound of happiness and clinking cans,
and riding into the great unknown
sure of only one thing -
love.
---
images via two great wedding inspiration blogs: greenweddingshoes.blogspot.com and oncewed
7.19.2009
love: if i were a boy...
7.17.2009
see: terrariums
the glass sieves light
gently refracting
a million unseen wonders
upon those patiently
waiting until
there is nothing left to do
but grow...
---
images from apartment therapy
& find how to make your own terrarium here.
gently refracting
a million unseen wonders
upon those patiently
waiting until
there is nothing left to do
but grow...
---
images from apartment therapy
& find how to make your own terrarium here.
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