A new mishmosh of pictures to inspire, hanging over my desk.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Bookworm
one day in to my eschewing of the internet and I am leaning heavily on my other favorite form of entertainment, books. Today became a book reading day as I filled the hours with pages. Fashioning the stack are recent library finds and a few from my own shelves - with a couple magazines thrown in for a change of taste.
There are many reasons why I love books, I could fill pages with their attributes, but the reason I am appreciating them today is because they enable you to stay grounded in the physical world; while, at the same time, whisking your consciousness far away.
There are many reasons why I love books, I could fill pages with their attributes, but the reason I am appreciating them today is because they enable you to stay grounded in the physical world; while, at the same time, whisking your consciousness far away.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Counterpoise
I've been recuperating from a very bad cold I caught last week. It kept me in my bed, exhausted and feverish, from Tuesday till Friday. I'm feeling more human this week, but I'm still moving slowly and carrying a box of Kleenex with me wherever I go.
I'm trying to cut back on my internet browsing time. I don't like how I can spend hours online every day and accomplish absolutely nothing. I'm only going to read the few blogs that I find truly inspiring and remove the rest from the side bar. Hopefully this will cut down on my time wasted on the internet. Funnily enough, I think it will probably increase my urge to post on my blog. We shall see.
I'm trying to cut back on my internet browsing time. I don't like how I can spend hours online every day and accomplish absolutely nothing. I'm only going to read the few blogs that I find truly inspiring and remove the rest from the side bar. Hopefully this will cut down on my time wasted on the internet. Funnily enough, I think it will probably increase my urge to post on my blog. We shall see.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Inventive Vases
I've had to get creative with vases around here lately. A few weeks ago I came to the realization that I was woefully unprepared for spring in England, as it seemed, practically overnight, hundred of flowers came bursting forth out of the ground. And me without a single vase to display them. With the desperate thought of the blooms wasting there beauty away out on my lawn, I dove into my recycling bin to find a solution.
Would you believe that this beautiful little vase began it's life as a salsa jar?
I already have a couple bottles, that I stripped the labels from, residing on my table; but this one I thought would look lovely in my craft room. Half way through I couldn't bear to tear anymore of the label off. It's just to pretty.
Would you believe that this beautiful little vase began it's life as a salsa jar?
I already have a couple bottles, that I stripped the labels from, residing on my table; but this one I thought would look lovely in my craft room. Half way through I couldn't bear to tear anymore of the label off. It's just to pretty.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Home Life
Finding new joy in my home life.
It's the little things,
the quiet peaceful things.
Like sunlight
Warming patches of still air,
Warm water
And soap
And the clink of clean dishes,
The soft shushing of the washer machine,
Daffodils
And forsythia
everywhere I look.
Blooming
On the table, the windowsill,
In jars and cups,
whatever I could find.
The sharp break of the whistling tea kettle,
followed by the soothing ritual:
steeping, stirring, sipping.
The swish of fabric.
The feel of cotton between my fingertips.
The smell of clean.
Lavendar
Tucked in to sachets
Slipped between the folds of scarves.
Wrap one around my neck and take deep breaths of fragrant linen.
It's the little things,
the quiet peaceful things.
Like sunlight
Warming patches of still air,
Warm water
And soap
And the clink of clean dishes,
The soft shushing of the washer machine,
Daffodils
And forsythia
everywhere I look.
Blooming
On the table, the windowsill,
In jars and cups,
whatever I could find.
The sharp break of the whistling tea kettle,
followed by the soothing ritual:
steeping, stirring, sipping.
The swish of fabric.
The feel of cotton between my fingertips.
The smell of clean.
Lavendar
Tucked in to sachets
Slipped between the folds of scarves.
Wrap one around my neck and take deep breaths of fragrant linen.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
In A New Light
Every day that we grow closer to spring the sun comes out more and more. I've never seen my house at spring time, I moved in this past fall, and the soft sunlight streaming through the windows has me looking around with new eyes.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Spring Spin
I dug some of my spring dresses out of storage the other day, and I've been living it up ever since. There is just something about wearing a dress that puts a romantic spin on the world.
I can hardly wait until spring truly arrives. It will be bare legs, sandals and no turning back.
I can hardly wait until spring truly arrives. It will be bare legs, sandals and no turning back.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Self Portrait: Soule Searching
Found a bit of Soule reading at the library. It had me thinking a lot about what kind of home life I want, now and in the future.
Oil Slick picture: original post.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Inspiring Home Design
I have never been very interested in home decorating. I love design but after a slew of really bad paint choices I figured I should leave the interior decorating to the professionals. Skip ahead several years and I now have a large house and a small budget. A DIY small budget. Several trips to the magazine section later and I have a decent sized inspiration folder and a better understanding of what my style is. An interesting mix of modern and romantic. Take a look.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
It Rains, It Pours
Spent a good part of yesterday evening playing with my camera. Normally when it rains in England its a drizzle, with a slate gray sky. Yesterday it poured and you could see the sunset, at the same time. As soon as I think I have this place pegged it likes to go and all contradict itself. Bloody weather.
I was able to join my family at a party for a little while, via skype. It made me realize how quiet my house is with just little, old me. When you grow up always having to make yourself heard over a gaggle of people, and none of them talking very quietly, your noise spectrum tends to be a bit off, at least in comparison to everyone else. Their loud is my normal and my party volume is their cacophony. I don't think of it as a bad thing; although I have to concentrate a lot on lowering the decibals in consideration of others. It just means I get to use a bunch of fun adjectives to describe myself. For example I don't laugh, I bust out laughing, loudly. So much more fun.
I was able to join my family at a party for a little while, via skype. It made me realize how quiet my house is with just little, old me. When you grow up always having to make yourself heard over a gaggle of people, and none of them talking very quietly, your noise spectrum tends to be a bit off, at least in comparison to everyone else. Their loud is my normal and my party volume is their cacophony. I don't think of it as a bad thing; although I have to concentrate a lot on lowering the decibals in consideration of others. It just means I get to use a bunch of fun adjectives to describe myself. For example I don't laugh, I bust out laughing, loudly. So much more fun.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Self Portrait: Saturated Colors
There is something about rain in England that makes all the colors stand out. The greens become greener, the browns deeper, and everywhere I look my eye keeps catching on bits of yellow. All the houses in my neighborhood have yellow accents, but there is also yellow mold growing on the roof tiles, and my bush out back suddenly erupted in tiny, yellow flowers.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Chaos 101
sitting at my computer yesterday evening, I was not really thinking of anything, staring at the floor, when I was struck with the thought that I was looking at my brain. Not in the literal sense, obviously, but rather the closet physical representation of my thoughts I had ever seen.
This is what I was looking at.
It was near perfect. It only needed a little tweaking: some book pages, a few doughnuts, a dry sense of humor. You'd think I would be embarassed to consider my thoughts to be so jumbled, but the truth is I don't think I'm that much different than everyone else. Even if you were the most organized person on the planet, it is a hard thing to claim, having orderly thoughts. Where is the fun in order anyways?
With that said, one of my favorite things to do is take that mess you see above and turn it into this. . .
and this. . .
and this.
I could never claim to be organized, not in my home, my writing, or even my thoughts, but for this one small area. Selecting two pictures out of a pile and gluing them to a page is the closest I think I will ever get.
This is what I was looking at.
It was near perfect. It only needed a little tweaking: some book pages, a few doughnuts, a dry sense of humor. You'd think I would be embarassed to consider my thoughts to be so jumbled, but the truth is I don't think I'm that much different than everyone else. Even if you were the most organized person on the planet, it is a hard thing to claim, having orderly thoughts. Where is the fun in order anyways?
With that said, one of my favorite things to do is take that mess you see above and turn it into this. . .
and this. . .
and this.
I could never claim to be organized, not in my home, my writing, or even my thoughts, but for this one small area. Selecting two pictures out of a pile and gluing them to a page is the closest I think I will ever get.
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