reminder.

happy new year!

i want to take this opportunity to thank you for visiting my little blog. happy new year! i hope all your wishes come true in 2010!

{ffffound + parcel post}

new favorite.

lots of great tutorials and i ♥ that she says:
I live in a snow globe
a mile above the ocean
where the sidewalks
are covered in powdered sugar...
{check out this blog.}

something for everyone.

I want the water to fill your glass the moment
it sees your thirst.
I want the staircase to meet your footfalls.
I want the line to the freeway to move like breath.
I want the wind flattering your hairline, the rainshower
a welcome refreshment. I want the parking space to fit your car.
I want the birds on your back deck to warble in the exact way
they did during your childhood. I want the photographs
of all your holiday dinners buzzing with a certain unnamable
happiness. I want the dry cleaners to understand
your outrageous requests.
I want the man calling your house to survey
your thoughts on phone companies to remember
the evening is precious as silk. I want your new jeans to not
come undone in the wash. I want snow to land on your eyelashes
like it does in the movies, an etheric, slow-moving kiss.
I want a letter to arrive the moment
you feel most unwelcome of your own company.
I want the scent of lemons in the air. I want the power lines
overshadowed by the view your neighborhood offers at twilight.
I want the downtown ice rink to keep your fantasies aloft.
I want the moon to articulate your most punishing silence.
I want the willow tree revived and teeming, the broken daisies
resurrected and obstinate with brightness.
I want the labyrinth of what ifs narrowed
to a single, poignant sentence.
I want the tulips to be wild as clover, as fog, as good intentions.
I want your heart to cut through its own brutality,
for your body to see everything about you that’s beautiful.
I want love to come at you in thick pats of butter,
in strands of spun sugar, heavy and light as cream.
I want it to bathe your skin until you are nothing
but forgiveness, until your shadows have disappeared,
until all of your perfect right angles have collapsed,
until you are a curve of a curve,
and your hands slide forward and open
and are able, at last, to feel everything.
{by maya stein via patti digh}

i want to write more letters...

and address them like this:



{neither snow}

a simple ♥

{notebook doodles}

a love letter.

"A Love Letter meant for one but with meaning for all is being painted from 63rd to 45th Street on the rooftops and walls of Market Street by Overbrook native Stephen Powers and the youth of West Philadelphia..."

♥

lovely.

leaving broken hearts behind...

You're eternally wild with the power
To make every moment come alive
All those stars that shine upon you
Will kiss you every night

All veils and misty
Streets of blue
Almond looks
That chill divine
Some silken moment
Goes on forever
And we're leaving
Yeah we're leaving broken hearts behind...
~mystify by inxs

i could live here...

i ♥ these wide open spaces.

a fireplace + a hammock=heaven!

a wall of bookshelves=YES!

such lovely light.

a swing!
{ffffound}

wise words.

kelly vivanco.

i recently received a wonderful birthday gift...this wallet case. i am in awe of the artist, kelly vivanco. i love all her work.
{shop here}

lola's room.

{lola's room}

package exchange.

{great idea here}

my kind of dog...

cuties.

{erinsmithart}

i could live here...

{here}

miss ruby sue.

i ♥ these beauties from miss ruby sue.

believe...

Maybe the camera crew is at someone else’s house,
a spotlight haloing over another’s fleshy story.
Maybe the mailman is delivering the good news
to your neighbor, or a different city entirely,
and you come home to a rash of catalogues,
the second notice for a doctor’s bill, a plea
from the do-gooders for whatever you can spare.
Maybe you haven’t cleaned your kitchen floor in weeks,
forgotten to nourish the front garden, spilled too much
coffee in your car, weaving through traffic.
Maybe you are 10 pounds heavier than last year.
Maybe your skin is betraying your age.
Maybe winter is ravaging your heart.
Maybe you are afraid, or lonely, or furious, or wanting out
of every commitment you entered with such vigor and trust.
Maybe you’ve bitten your nails down to the quick,
chosen your meals badly, ignored the advice of those
who know you best. Maybe you are stubborn as a toddler.
Maybe you are clumsy or foolish or hasty or reckless.
Maybe you haven’t read all the books you’re supposed to.
Maybe your handwriting is still illegible after all these years.
Maybe you spent too much on a pair of shoes you didn’t need.
Maybe you left the window open and the rain ruined the cake.
Maybe you’ve destroyed everything you've ever wanted to save.

Still.

If anything, believe in your own strange loveliness.
How your body, even as it stumbles, angles for light.
The way you hold a dandelion with such yearning and tenderness,
and the whole world stops spinning.

~Maya Stein @ one paragraph at a time
flickr photo

olive kitteridge.

i ♥ this book.
watch this to learn a little about the author's philosophy which i wholeheartedly agree with.

Elizabeth Strout: Reading Yourself
Uploaded by SunlightOxygen. - Have a look at more lifestyle videos.

frames.

{here.}

birds at sea.

{trish grantham's shop}

an old favorite.

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
~jack kerouac

make do & mend.

{design is mine}

♥

{stolen from design is mine}

♥

{flickr}

emersonmade.

thanks to this, i now want to wear gorgeous giant flowers on my clothes every day!

it's all about the edge of things...

i continue to LOVE these quirky little overheard pieces of conversation found here.