Home doesn't feel like home

look how gorgeous the builder's dust sheet is... i want to steal it and make things.

why am i so fond of a 70's looking tan leather wedge

it's almost a sickness..

warm nights, warm soup.

dick whittington's cat

a nib and two nests

A sydney street, and london high rises.

another list of tiny wantings..

The virtually faultless design of A.P.C



Free People elastic sandals.. like 1983 all over again.



Sonia Rykiel via Bird

Again, both Bird


and.... one tiny justhadtohavecouldn'tfightitasecondlonger.

someone shares my lust

Isabel Marant via....

i love... nice packaging

via a history of architecture

i have such a bad cough

i feel like i've been doing too much of this....

Etsy is a wonderland...

Without even trying I could turn my house into an emporium of delightful things.... I love Etsy, and Ben Floeter.

kitchen stories 2

I love kitchens. I love other people's kitchens. I love this kitchen. Via the amazing amazing Emma's Designblogg. I love wood and glass jars and plates stacked high, I love teacups and clocks and all the other bits.
My childhood kitchen was small, with lots of wood and tiles, and a heated floor. I always used to end up lolling around under my mother's feet, in the way. Along with my sister... and of course, the dog.

rothko dinner.

today, i finished reading this...

and began reading this...

i liked lullabies. it wasn't sad and downbeat, despite the subject matter. i totally fell for the lead character, Baby... as everyone in the book did too.

this isn't the book cover i bought it with though... the one i bought has a real girl on the cover, and i hate it when they do that.

i don't want my imagination steered in any direction.

i wanted Baby to be mine, not some marketeers from a publishing company.

that's all i ask.

silly

i never noticed

how cute these were... until i spilled some sugar, and spent quite a long time on the floor

hopefully it will all turn out to be a.....

sweeeet teacup by duffy london via vivelefreak

Friday night walk

when the sunny weekend lay ahead and was full of promise.

oh. i shouldn't blog when i'm miserable.

it makes me realise, that i don't think.. that i've read many miserable blogs..

do people just keep it to themselves? it's probably more of a graceful approach.

sometimes

i am filled with such a hateful rage, i cannot recognise myself.

when tears are all cried

frustration gives to anger... and it's then i wish horrible horrible things.

and when this happens, i have no choice but to look at sandals and trees and owls and silver things, or the flat would be flooded with tears so badly that the emergency services would need to come and rescue me from my bed.

i cannot see beyond this hopeless situation.

ok, on to sandals.

these are Roberta Settels .. i think she might be a composer too. where do people find the time to be good at more than one thing? i don't know the answer to that at all.

oh

I wish I could sneak under the glass bricks everywhere in London, draw faces and birds, hearts and owls and cheer up people the way this cheered me when I saw it.

from the holiday archives

St Tropez.. last year, it looks like a Clarice Cliff I think.. sorta