la.petite.figue
taking.a.walk.and.breathing.deeply
BibliOdyssey
reminds me of alice in wonderland … “you can learn a lot of things from the flowers”
i took this picture of the TV screen at the end of House Hunters International…tonight’s episode was about Karin and Charlotte, a beautiful Swedish couple from Malmo who bought and renovated a gorgeous, light-filled apartment near the city’s coast. Their taste is impeccable, their clothes are exquisite, their furniture and design choices are sublime and clean.
And they have a dog.
Oh, boy, do they ever.
His name is Yellow, and he has the sweetest face. He is some sort of Spaniel — I am guessing, as he has those perfect, heavy-looking flopper ears that I would schnuffle for hours on end. I am just in love with Yellow, the Swedish Spaniel from Malmo. I wish I knew his exact lineage so that I could have a Yellow of my own.
These clothes are designed and made for children. I want all of them, for myself!
oh, i do agree, especially the balloon dress. it is so summery and so very pretty. i want to buy that for my niece. she would look beautiful, and she’d love it. at only 32 months of age, she is already a little fashionista and tells people, “c-uuute!” when she likes something they are wearing.
i spoke far too hastily
just as i was grumbling about my book rut, the literature fairies came bearing news of a lovely gift to be bestowed upon the public quite soon. they must have heard my prayers!
best of luck, maryam!!!
closeup views of sand - go here for more!! discover magazine
this is way cool.
makes me feel rather foolish for brushing the sand off my legs sans-beach
sunday sickness
i do get sunday sickness, not because i dislike sundays but rather because there is a speeding up of time that happens without fanfare and certainly without warning…starting right after brunchtime, the winding down of early afternoon as it slickly slips into early evening, where you are still left thinking to yourself, whispering to no one in particular, “it is early yet, it is still early, there is still time,” and even as these assurances are floating around, it becomes clear that the sun has deftly (a bit sneakily) tucked itself in and that one must begin thinking analytically, as one does during the week, of bedtime, of what must be done before the alarm is set and the pillows are turned to the cool side, which is quite a bit more bitter than sweet, because during the week, the setting sun does not carry much weight; it signals merely the passing of another daytime into the realm of what-to-do-tomorrow, whereas sunday sunsets, especially during the summer months, they are poignant things that signal life will be different for the upcoming days, life will be programmed, and we cannot dally the way we have been accustomed to, no, that joy must be tucked away for a little while, which wouldn’t be so hard if the weekends — and sundays especially — weren’t so fleeting and if we could just forget that with each subsequent sunday sunset, summer is whittled down, accelerating with each passing week until it’s a patchwork conglomeration of sweat-saturated memories, which is why i often find myself sickened by sunday nights, lonely for a season that has not yet even passed.i began reading the mermaid chair last night and just finished it. i didn’t care for it.
yesterday, i read a book called the shack, which i liked even less.
i am in a book rut. i pick up books lying around (i swiped the mermaid chair from our nantucket house, and the shack was loaned to me prior to its trip to goodwill) but have not read anything in the longest time that i have purchased or found myself.
on a positive note, i am about to start yarn harlot, and while it’s not exactly a novel, i have a feeling that i will enjoy reading it.
i do believe that we eat with our eyes prior to our mouths getting the chance.
last night, i had green beans in a garlic sauce with sriracha, and there was too much to finish in a sitting. i heated up the leftovers a few minutes ago for an early lunch, and while it is delicious, the beans have lost their lovely color and are sort of a mustard-y pale green. i almost didn’t want to eat them; they look so limp and sad and yellow.
but the needs of my tummy outweighed any aesthetic concerns, and i am now munching happily.
exactly seven days ago, i was here. yes, there is something about being on the coast that makes me even more grateful to be alive.
(found here)
My favorite flowers (via bellechoses:tae-ko)
ahhh, so beautiful, like big, pouffy cupcakes of petals. hydrangeas are synonymous with my most heady summertime memories.
Sting Ray Migration in Key West, Florida (via Pixdaus)Its like Hitchcock’s “The Birds” underwater.
that’s beautiful, but it also terrifies me. they look like little death arrows pointed at some unsuspecting swimmer’s pale, kicking leg. i am sure they are far more afraid of us than we need to be of them, but i still fear them so intensely that i can barely appreciate their fluid grace.
I laughed through this entire thing. (via tmblg & implodr)my favorite part: “yogurt eaters come from every race but just one socioeconomic class: the class that wears gray hoodies! its that i-have-a-masters-but-then-i-got-married look. these. ladies. are. on. diets.” love it when people make witty light of the truth.