unmade beds with wrinkled white sheets
made soft by the tangling and untangling
of legs and arms and fingers and hair...
Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
4.03.2010
love: messy beds
there is something i will always love about
unmade beds with wrinkled white sheets
made soft by the tangling and untangling
of legs and arms and fingers and hair...
unmade beds with wrinkled white sheets
made soft by the tangling and untangling
of legs and arms and fingers and hair...
3.07.2010
taste: laduree macarons
when i bought these
laduree was having a collab
with louboutin...
so i got mine in a little limited edition box
which featured louboutin designs all over it!
there was also this man, who was making
his purchase right before me
and he bought GBP500 worth!
i almost wanted to ask if he wouldn't mind
just paying for mine too.
laduree was having a collab
with louboutin...
so i got mine in a little limited edition box
which featured louboutin designs all over it!
there was also this man, who was making
his purchase right before me
and he bought GBP500 worth!
i almost wanted to ask if he wouldn't mind
just paying for mine too.
1.08.2010
letter: dear tshirt
i heart you
because you have a beautiful print of horses
and because you were once $40
but you were mine for $5...
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image from here
because you have a beautiful print of horses
and because you were once $40
but you were mine for $5...
---
image from here
1.01.2010
11.29.2009
holiday gift guide: for the wonderful geeky banker boyfriend
manly mitts from steven alan
brightly patterned dress socks from GANT
men's alberta hoodie from the ROOTS canada collection
transformers vintage tee
kiehl's ultimate men's after-shave balm
a subscription to the economist
10.24.2009
love: marie + post-modernity
how cool are these?!
seriously.
seriously.
p.s.
i love my girlfriends...
in 1 email thread over 1 week:
baby updates, joys of pregnancy,
jury duty, annual christmas dinner, and most recently...
'is it weird that i'm liking this new miley cyrus song?'
followed by, 'party in the usa?' (sent from a blackberry device).
they make me laugh :)
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images found here
seriously.
seriously.
p.s.
i love my girlfriends...
in 1 email thread over 1 week:
baby updates, joys of pregnancy,
jury duty, annual christmas dinner, and most recently...
'is it weird that i'm liking this new miley cyrus song?'
followed by, 'party in the usa?' (sent from a blackberry device).
they make me laugh :)
---
images found here
10.17.2009
taste: london eats
a few snaps of my grub
when i was recently away...
oh, p.s. i got to eat at jamie's
(but it was so good & i was too happy to eat there
i didn't take any photos...)
when i was recently away...
oh, p.s. i got to eat at jamie's
(but it was so good & i was too happy to eat there
i didn't take any photos...)
8.17.2009
taste: a summery weekend (finally!)
it finally feels like summer here!
weekend weather was superbly hot
and on friday we had a lovely soiree
at a friend-slash-colleague's
quaint 2nd floor balcony
in the heart of kensington market.
and can i please tell you about the food:
pesto & spinach sausages, veal burgers with goat cheese
and sundried tomatoes, washed down with lots
and lots of beer, and sweet yellow mangoes for dessert.
saturday came and the summer heat
decided to stay a little while more.
so my parents threw an impromptu family bbq.
i made grilled vegetable antipasti:
zucchini, yellow, green and red peppers,
and onions all primly blackened and
caramelized, sliced and tossed in garlic
flavoured olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt
& pepper.i also made a fresh summer salad:
cucumbers, red onion, avocado, lots of dill,
chunks of brie, and a touch of lime juice and coarse salt.
the humid night wore on as we ate
ice cream and watermelon.
then, i had the most wonderful sunday evening.
the boy's parents and grandparents threw me
a little surprise birthday dinner.
we had: shrimp har gow, spring rolls, and
chicken corn soup to start. then, ginger and garlic lobster
with traditional chinese sweet dough bread, and
chicken in szechuan peanut sauce.
his parents know how much i love his
maternal grandparents and truly consider
them as my own. they are among the most
wonderful and extraordinary people i know,
and i could not have asked for a better
early birthday and end to the summery weekend.
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images from martha stewart
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."
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