Tuesday, March 31, 2009
My camera is officially horribly dead. It did cost $80 in 2004 when I was a miserable college student and I never bothered to replace it since it functioned. I put it in my back pocket at the stable yesterday and now it is dead. Sigh. I need a new camera. In the meantime, look at my bike. Taken before the great camera meltdown of 2009.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Happy find to make the day go faster: Vintage postcards from the Boston Public Library's Flickr stream. Also a shameless plug noting that our country home is located right in the mountains beyond the Champlain Bridge.
*Source: Boston Public Library Flickr Photostream
*Source: Boston Public Library Flickr Photostream
If you saw my legs you would not freak out, screaming and covering your eyes and weeping, "How does she have such enormous calves??? HORRIBLE!" while trying to shield the faces of the children. You might, if you weren't very kind, suggest that I eat slightly fewer chocolate macaroons. Shopping for riding boots (not just the kind of wear around to look lurvely, the kind of actual riding of horses) is making me feel like a freak. I want the cheapoid rubber riding boots so I can wash horses and get trodden on and ride and slodge through fields of mud and muck and rescue the spaniel from the alsatian who wants to eat him without worrying about my feet. Dover's ladies rubber boots (which are awfully cute) are two inches thinner than my poor little legs. All research has yielded very little. Sigh. If you know of any alsatian wrestling, mud hoping, bath giving boots that one can ride in that might fit my chubby legs, alert me pronto. Thanks.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
I found this wee glass bottle half buried in the field at the stable today. My horse is dying of cancer so I've been spending more time there not riding just walking around the fields with him grooming him and sniffing loudly. I put azaleas in it and put it on my gramercy park desk. Now I can finish reading Birthday Letters and have a nap.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Years ago I made both the bear and the monkey from the now defunct KnitCases (started by my cousin Tilly) kit. I knitted them mostly while in Valencia and Macedonia traveling, I'm not sure where they are of if they came even came back from europe. I can't find those patterns anywhere so will try to get them from Tilser. In the mean time I made this for my sister since school isn't so good and she's a little bummed. Obviously this would be a more terrific gesture of sisterly love if I was Tilly and could make this. On the other hand it took me 2 hours so what do you want?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I'm sitting at the computer with the Topshop website up on the screen and cannot pry my eyes away from the GPS screen for the Topshop Heartschallenger bus. As a promotional move for the New York Topshop store which they swear is finally opening in April, a bus is driving around New York giving out gift bags and free gift cards for an undisclosed amount. I wouldn't care so much but Topshop is generally fabulous so if the bus comes within a few blocks, I. am. so. out.
I want this more than tongue can tell. I have to remember which size I am in England and justify 45 quid. I think I can manage.
Via Peonies and Polaroids
P.S. It's two sizes bigger in England isn't it? Like an eight becomes a twelve? I found a website that says an eight becomes a fourteen. Looking at things I bought doesn't help.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
My Mummie gave me this today for no reason. She might be the best Mummy ever, she makes cooked breakfast every day, never bothers me, cooks wonderfully and gives presents for no reason. I can't find a link on the Starbucks website so inspect your local.
These pictures are not of Ms. Welty's Garden (everyone in Jackson knows her as Ms. Welty, she liked Maker's Mark, drove too fast, came to local college's when her books were taught) but from mine (I didn't not write One Writer's Beginning, did not win a Pulitzer Prize). But this spring is the centennial celebration of her life and this Saturday Bellhaven College and the Welty House and the American Garden Assoc. are hosting a lecture on Heirloom Plants In Garden Design and I am very much looking forward too it. We are well into spring and it's miserably hot and humid here but we have these to make up for it.
It's decoupaged with a map of Pennsylvania (because if anywhere is home that is) on the inside and red on the outside and it says "coming home" on it clipped from a Vogue. My camera hates you a bunch and doesn't want to share pretty things with you so it blurs. Right now it is holding lotions and potions on my dresser. I think it might be enlisted in the transportation of tea.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sarah Coggles SHIPS TO THE US!! This may the greatest news I have had in weeks. Since the pink shoes. Sarah Coggles was another boutique I loved when I lived in the UK, not just because the owner named it after the secretary her husband was boffing. I want this Vivienne Westwood Anglomania dress like none else. Everything is insanely expensive but for the occasional insanely beautiful thing it's worth it. Like this Fornarina dress.
With everyone all abuzz with love of paper cuts - which I get, they are cool - I was thinking about the Kara Walker exhibit I saw in Fort Worth at The Modern this fall. Political paper cutting is so cool. The massive paper cutouts are pasted to the walls of the gallery and are often twisted images of antebellum southern life. At the time I had just moved to The South so race as presented in her work was very important/complex/relevant for me. Mary hates modern art but I sweat Kara Walker.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
This summer I went to Wonder Book and found these rando pages from nature books for a dolla each. This morning I found them in a file and went out and bought frames for them. They are pretty happifying. And ICK to my camera yet again. The black round thing on the wall is my riding helmet. I like keeping it on the wall. Its pretty and protects my brain.
When I was 12 I found an Yves Saint Laurent weekend bag in our attic that had belonged to my granny. I carried it around until I was nineteen when my mother chucked it out. I wept. I am hoping that readingthis will allow me to relive the glory days of my weekend bag.
Occasionally I go psycho and buy my body weight in blank note cards. Today at the The Ghetto Store I found these and they make me very happy. Because they were $1.50 and I love dogs. The Ghetto Store and places similar make me a crazy person. I feel as though six tiffany blue picture frames in different sizes are a reasonable purchase, all of a sudden I really need a lilliputian tea pot with bears dressed as Buckingham Palace guards. I need to stay out of The Ghetto Store.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Admittedly, I am hardly a brooch type of girl except I do find it strangely hard to resist pretty, handmade ones like these from Kumi Middleton's etsy shop. I originally saw these beauties when Sara posted them on her blog and was hoping very much to win one, but unfortunately I did not. The $15 price tag might entice me to buy one of my own though.
Monday, March 16, 2009
When I was a little person my Mummie read me this book a lot. She never left me to return to her seal people leaving me to an uncertain land dwelling future but I have a longstanding knowledge of selkies (and the seductive nature of tweed). ANYwhore! When Mary and I lived in York we went to Selkie every single day to watch things that we wanted and to wait for them to go on sale (which mostly they never did), discover awesomely great new designers and clothing and occasionally breakdown and buy something. We liked it a lot. I miss them BUNCHES. I fantasize that next time I have to take the GNER from Uncle D's in Hampshire to my grandmother's in Edinburgh I will stop in York and buy everything in Selkie. Since I live in Mississippi I can just pretend.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
So Ann my afore mentioned bestie-from-high-school told me about these after my whining about cheap shoes and their effects on my feet. Slip them into your five dolla shoes and wear until they turn black, your feet will smell like daisies. Or like deodorant. Either way. I bought some today ala Target and they rock. Leopard print ballet flats that smell like the mouth of hell have been cured. NOTHING CAN STOP ME FROM WEARING CHEAP SHOES NOW!!!!! Thanks Ann.