Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Unknown Legend
I don't know if I've heard this song 5 times or fifty times, but each time I have loved it. The lyrics speak to my life's experience, or life's philosophy, I'm not sure which.
If you've seen 'Rachel Getting Married' then you may remember the scene where the groom sings this song to his bride. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. The thoughtful moment of real time. When I saw that scene, I thought to myself, 'THIS song. THIS song!" Just beautiful.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
graceful fumbling.
I tend to spend days like this running errands. Fun errands. Could be a trip to the post office, could be a stop for a coffee or tea. A random purchase (Stationary? A gift for a friend's baby)? The idea is to be blissfully, if subconsciously, disheveled. An armful of packages and last minute letter decorating supplies, like tape, worn as a bracelet. Two different bags for different reasons. One pen here, one magazine there, messy hair, and who gives a rat's ass?
When I am on the go with nowhere to be, I am always at my best. I may be holding up the line a little, I may be carrying too many things at once (something I am oddly drawn to do), but I can guarantee that I am happy.
P.s. Jane Birkin is that girl
The Easy Wedding
p.s. look at how smiling & happy the people are in the background
*Top photo by The Sartorialist from style.com
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Airstream summers
The other night I went to a spa party. Have you ever been to one? I never had. This spa party was about 6 girls gathered together at a place called Moondance Botanicals. In between applying cocoa face masks and drinking champagne, we all closed our eyes and made a wish and then shared our wishes. Everyone except me wished for some version of a country life. Each wish included the words farm, animals, garden.
I definitely have my own bucolic reverie. I am habitually conjuring my future with varying shades of wellington boots, messy ponytails, and chipped nail polish all set in a modernized farmhouse surrounded by pine trees and wildflowers.
There I am baking bread, barefoot, waving down a long dirt driveway. I dream of throwing huge parties where the guests stay in random Airstreams and tents that are scattered around the property (hopefully by a lake or pond). At these parties there is loud music blasting, tables lined with food, a trampoline, dogs...
Sometimes I have a coastal Maine vision. An open grassy field with an elevated wood-plank walkway that cuts trough from the gravel parking lot to the house. There might be a barn, boulders in random spots, a windmill? Other times I see vague images of the house from Housesitter with Goldie Hawn and Stever Martin, the one with a separate house for the bedroom.
Then there is the what-could-actually-happen-dream. In that dream I am surrounded by high ceilings and big windows. Hard wood floors made of wide beams. Somewhere a long and heavy wooden table. Lots of natural light, color, and a balance of open spaces and cozy. I want an entire cabinet filled with beautifully aged quilts for guests and for winter. I want a fire pole. I want an outdoor shower.
Isn't there a freedom to the country that you can't find anywhere else? I think that the silence of the country is what can be the most uncomfortable for people. Time has a different value when you are living closer to our historical human experience. The silence of seeing things differently. The weight of time lifted by the freedom to live the way one chooses. With or without a rowboat.
Bat For Lashes
Flowers, feathers.


What taste, what wild & creative
person arranged this magnificent
bouquet?
by Sarah at Saipua,
What a treasure trove.
(Never written out trove before).
Sunday, August 9, 2009
New & Nostalgia
My boarding school friends will attest to the glory of receiving the March J.Crew. It was the clear marker of spring. The first glimpses of summer vacation and what you'd be wearing to have fun somewhere, out of school, breathing freedom.
There is an accidental charm of a skirt worn with boots and socks that inspires a mood in me of running toward the lake ready to jump in with your clothes on. I love 1970's fashion, and this has all the whimsy of Ali McGraw in Love Story.
Not to mention! I am determined to unearth a story on Gayle Spannaus, J.Crew's magnificent stylist. When I look at this outfit I think to myself, I get it! She get's it! The past is there, yet still it feels so new.
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