marmalade

Sunday, 21 September 2008

I want I want...

Marc Jacobs grey shoe boot ballet slippery lace up semi gladiator things... they don't make any sense, but I love them.

Flashbacks

We had the green ones. I recall them always having crumbs in them. Never actual biscuits. Or maybe some squashed fig biscuits.. that no one really wanted.

How great does this shop look? I'd have liked to work there, with an ankle chain on, and boyfriend with a beard.

Both from the amazing blog Cathy of California who has an amazing collection of vintage craft magazines and objects.

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

puzzle

Oh wow. clever. I want one of these puzzles. Via not cot

I know it's supposed to be terribly bad for you not to leave your desk for lunch... not to mention a germ ridden environment.. but it remains the highlight of my day. Beetroot soup, Terence Stamp fruit and nut toast with ricotta and avocado.

Clingstone

Oh I love a tale like this.. and photos like these by Erik Jacobs. I love that stuff comes along every now and then that makes me lose my breath with awe and amazement. Now read this story from the NY Times.

recurring dream

I have a dream, that I'm walking along a dam wall. I'm petrified and want to throw myself into the water, as it feels the safest option. It's crazy. I can't fathom the idea that something built by people can hold back nature like this and then I wonder if it's right and correct that we do. Is something suffering as a result... wildlife? I should read up about this.

oh to be a tiny bit taller

via Punky B

swoon

This outfit is so adorable, and made even more adorable by the setting, the light.. and the perfect hair. It's from Wiksten. This is my favourite post. I think it's because I wish I could write the same thing. But my childhood room is long gone.

Monday, 18 August 2008

Last night

We ate blue potato chips

and loaded cds

Cleaned up a bit

made shadow puppets on the bench

and generally prepared to visit this part of the world. Look closely. There's a man on a horse.

Yum

Artichoke. Melted cheese. Prosciutto. The blog it's from suggests it's a breakfast dish. I am thinking lunch. With a glass of wine in a shiny glass. I'm currently obsessed with shiny wine glasses. The neighbours handed me a glass of rose over the fence on Saturday in quite literally the squeakiest cleanest glass I've ever held. My glasses sadly don't keep to this standard. I need a dishwasher. But, back to the point. I want this dish. Pronto. I'm imagining emmenthal. Sweet.

Revisiting my teen movie faves

I love this film. I love Meryl Streep's breezy but tough, skinny and wiry Karen Silkwood. With any luck it will be waiting for me on the hall carpet today... amongst the bills, flyers and cards for spiritual healers. I might try to watch it tonight. With soup. Except I should be packing, washing and making lists. France on Wednesday. Driving. First time ever. I hope my bum can cope with the lack of suspension in Dita Von Peeeeters- aka, the car.

Can this be true?

A 12 yr old blogger called TAVI. Way too cool for school. I am suspicious. To imagine myself writing this stuff at the same age, no chance. I was an i.d.i.o.t.