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rhododendron

2011-07-07T21:27:00.000-07:00

I've got a lot more love for rhododendrons after this past weekend in Highlands, North Carolina. Morning walks through a forest of them, all crazy, twisting trunks that reminded me of Van Gogh paintings. I never knew the blooms were sticky. Olive was always sauntering in with a flower strewn coat. At first, the squishy brown stuff peeled off bare feet was yucky, but whatever.
Here's to blossoms that don't cling to the vine.

gray + blossom

2011-04-13T20:32:00.000-07:00

brights

2011-03-11T11:17:00.000-08:00

The first picture (found, not staged) is of my colors this winter.

The box of little Le Creuset pots and lids that always gives me a warm fuzzy when I see them.

The cork from a delightful and delightfully cheap tempranillo I sometimes buy.
Is it wolves trying to get birds from the trees?

Just a hat and plastic bags.

Hello, Claire! Hello, Mary! This was when I had just bought my printer and was trying out all sorts of stuff. I do love this picture...and, there it was, 8x10. Little sweethearts in smocked dresses, who grew up to be awesome women, can raise the spirits, so I slapped 'em up on my bathroom wall.

thaw

2011-02-10T20:54:00.000-08:00

co pilot

2011-01-11T12:10:00.000-08:00

winter sky blue

2011-01-09T20:57:00.000-08:00

decorating

2011-01-08T09:46:00.000-08:00

The top picture is of my table when I first saw it at the thrift store. It was thirty dollars and is already well loved. That's not Carol in the picture but I think of it as her every time I see it.

The second is a piece of abstract collage I found. "For Louisa" is scrawled on the mat.

Spierlick? Okay. I love this chair and should have a real picture of it, here, because it's a kind of subtle rocking chair that I've never seen before. Looks mid-century Italian. Yum. El Dorado? the seller, I guess.

I saw this paper-cutout piece at the same time as the chair. My reservation with this was that it was a little too girly and folk arty, but in the end I psyched myself up to go back and get them both. This was gone, though. Ack. I'm so glad I took a picture of it at least. I feel it was made by a teenager. Certainly female, right?

The sail boat picture was pleasingly three dimensional with puffed out sails. I kind of wish I'd gotten it now.

I had just had my bangs (fringe) cut.

patchwork

2010-12-08T09:53:00.001-08:00

I am eating this quilt up.
It really is a bunch of visual stories.
And now, instead of having the space heater on all night (which leaves me dry and stiff,) I sleep under a duvet and a quilt - warm, heavy goodness.
Bright, too.

endings

2010-11-28T08:25:00.001-08:00

up

2010-11-09T17:13:00.000-08:00

bursts

2010-11-04T11:23:00.000-07:00

leaves

2010-10-29T18:23:00.000-07:00

onion

2010-10-23T21:46:00.001-07:00

fanned

2010-10-22T07:51:00.000-07:00

ten ten ten

2010-10-10T20:09:00.000-07:00

five senses friday

2010-10-08T10:15:00.000-07:00

"five senses friday" is a thing that I was inspired to try by Abby, at abby try again, who says, I use it weekly as way to sit down and reflect on what the past days have been like for me. That blog is a constant source of inspiration to me. She was inspired to do it by her friend, Shari Altman. So, here goes:

Tasting: The tiny persimmon (about the size of a quarter) that dropped at my feet on our walk in the park was so plump and sweet and flavorful, almost like melon in a tomato package.

Smelling: I have been sniffing my dog Olive's coat which smells healthy and musky and warm and familiar and a lot like fall leaves because she wallows in the yard.

Feeling: A slight sense of urgency...it's later than you think...trying to cast off dead weight and prepare for the harsher conditions of winter...spooky shiftings...sneaky prawns...that salt and pepper packet was in a drawer I was clearing out because I loved the design and stashed it. Only, the clean, simple aesthetic had become clutter. So I took a picture to archive it. The thing is, I still can't throw out a perfectly good salt and pepper packet. Should I stick it in the glove box?

Hearing: Cannot stop listening to the Be Good Tanyas disc that Mary made me. Much as I love it, it's starting to get a little strange and sad...keep it light enough to travel, don't let it all unravel.
Also, the birdsong outside of my windows (open windows!) sounds especially clear.

Seeing: Blue sky. Bold colors. Chunky gold sunshine. Orange.

oh, and play along if you want!

persimmon

2010-10-06T11:15:00.001-07:00

slow walk around the block

2010-09-21T16:19:00.000-07:00

hot, bright and late

2010-09-15T20:01:00.000-07:00

freight train

2010-09-11T22:16:00.000-07:00

little beggar

2010-09-11T22:14:00.000-07:00

bolts

2010-09-06T18:29:00.000-07:00

the body-construction paper

2010-08-30T18:54:00.000-07:00

concrete bird

2010-08-24T22:25:00.001-07:00

cool greens

2010-08-11T17:13:00.000-07:00