Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Life Turning Pages

It's funny how life unfolds before your eyes. How it changes. How it changes you. As a child, life is all about the future, what you will study, what you will grow up to be. The older you get the more you live by memories rather than plans. Rather than everything being new, everything has a memory attached to it. I wonder if the twenties are the only time you truly live in the present? You are finally living out everything your life has acculminated to thusfar and it's still only about you. You're not teaching memories and old lessons to your children or worried now about their future. You're not old enough yet to worry too much about your future of retirement. You can just live in the moment... Or at least I sure hope you do.

*merci We Heart It -pourtrebelle*

What is life to you right now?

dear anna, (& you, too!)

love, you.

-via.

{artist: alison watt}


. . . stunningly beautiful works by scottish painter alison watt, described as "one of the leading lights of the scottish contemporary art world" and a graduate of the glasgow school of art; while still a student, watt won the john player portrait award and was commissioned to paint a portrait of the late queen mother

in 2000, watt became the youngest artist to be offered a solo exhibition at the scottish national gallery of modern art with shift,
an exhibition of 12 paintings featuring fabric alone; inspired by the work of french neo-classical artist jean-auguste-dominique ingres, the paintings are large, close-up studies of white draperies:



{images: colline via [design] relevant and national galleries of scotland}

Bunting

This afternoon I managed to put off doing my sketchbook work even longer by installing the bunting in my room! It's kind of hard to see in the pictures because both the bunting and my walls are white, but in real life it looks more obvious. I do like the fact that it's white on white though, it makes it a little more subtle than if it was brightly coloured.






I especially like the way it looks in front of the windows and mirror - the pretty flower and butterfly pattern show up more clearly. Haha you can see me standing on the stool in the mirror in the first picture!
Mmm I'm now eating chocolate ice cream and watching Masterchef. I love Easter holidays :)
xx

{photographer: romina shama}









swiss-born photographer romina shama uses only natural light and an analog camera; as if she were a reporter, she imagines all of her subjects as passing in the streets with only a second to shoot them -- the result is soft, often grainy "still scenarios", perfect moments as in a dream or beautifully entangled in time . . .

{images: romina shama via [design] relevant}

{colour inspiration: wedgewood + champagne}




. . . doors flung open to the languor of early evening breezes and petal-laden dreams that begin in hazy shades of wedgewood and champagne . . .

{images:1 - endless inspiration; 2 - photography by romina shama; 3 - flickr}

Make a Statement

I'm a sucker for big pieces of jewellery--everything from statement necklaces to chunky cocktail rings. So, this spring, why not join me and layer on the bling?


{I am mad for this clutch, too!}




Photos: Garance Doré, Jak and Jill, Stockholm Street Style,


And a big thank you to Dawn of The Alternative Wife. I just received my prize from her Mario Badescu giveaway. Can't wait to try all the goodies!


Homefront: Whittling Blooms 'n a Howlin' Dog


We have these blossoming "popcorn" trees, as my son would say and now that the white bradford pear flowers are turning to leaves, these purple trees are in bloom. Easily, the short branches came off for a pretty little display in a cleaned out jar. I didn't want to (force my husband) to take too many or be too stingy taking from the tree, of course, so we only took small specimens.


The flowers have been thrown on the ground by my youngest, stomped on, knocked around... and suprisingly, a few of the delicate buds still remain on one branch, the other two branches are almost naked. (Thanks Screwed Up Texan, these are Red Bud blooms!)


My two boys love picking dandelions. The stems are often too short to put in a tiny baby food jar vase, so my husband thought it would be a good idea to float them in this here jar. Cute, a touch of color!

Did you know that picked dandelions still turn white and fluffy to blow on when you let them dry out?


The real story here is this little dog. My grandfather, who primarily served guard duty in the US military during the Korean War, loves to whittle. He has made all types of figurines and has even made canes from trees he has chopped himself, waxed them and even sold a few. He's a magnificent man. A real, humble, Renaissance  man.


I once admired this little dog he made and he gave it to me, then and there. It is a treasured little creature in my home, and knowing the way the world works, I felt impressed to capture it's sweetness here on my blog before a boy tornado took it out somehow.

He carved his name and info on the belly of the dog. Jack Butler, Sheldon Missouri, 1998. You can read more about him here and here.

Milan Fashion Week: Prada Fall 2010

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