Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
He has always been my dad's favorite singer, so his music is part of my memories of growing up. Certain songs remind me of being eight, eighteen or, now, twenty-eight. Fortunately, I love Bob Dylan's music as well. I was able to see him once in concert, and I find myself turning to his CDs again and again.
Happy birthday, Mr. Zimmerman!
Photo from bobdylan.com.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
If I were here, I truly don't think I could leave ... well, except for another trip maybe!
Photos from here.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Cheers to a happy weekend!
Photo from here.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
One of the greatest blessings in my life is that this has completely changed as we've grown up.
My sister is now one of my very best friends. We are opposites in many ways (although we share the same laugh) but she understands me better than possibly anyone on earth -- and she still loves me nevertheless. You really can’t ask for more than that. And you know how when you see or hear something and have to tell the one person who would appreciate it because no one else would really get it? Well, she's usually that person for me.
Since she’s the younger sister, I’m afraid she doesn’t know how much I look up to her and how much I learn from her. I’ll have to make sure she knows because I can’t imagine life without her in it.
Photo by my mom.
And what an interesting show! I find the 1950s and early '60s fascinating. The assumed roles people held are starting to crack and they’re beginning to see other possibilities. The program, which is set in a Manhattan ad agency, does a great job of showing the differences between men and women at the time, as well as the differences between working women and those who stay at home.
On a much lighter note, it’s a treat to look at the fashion of the day. I love the fitted tops and the pencil and full skirts. So ladylike! And oh my goodness, the furniture. The sofas in the executives’ offices are ridiculously amazing. And the sideboards and consoles that serve as office bars (seriously, did people really drink hard liquor all day at work in this period?) are gorgeous.
While I wouldn’t trade where I am now to live in 1960, I'm definitely enjoying this intriguing, sometimes dark, sometimes glamorous glimpse into the past.
Photo from here.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
It can be difficult to grow together, in the same direction with someone, but I'm so grateful we've been able to so far. I want us to support one another and help each other become who we're meant to be. I want to always appreciate each other and remember why we came together. I hope we can always be good partners. I hope we can always be in love.
This photo was taken a few years ago while we found ourselves living in a new city. I like how this picture turned out. It reminds me that I always want us to walk side by side.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I love the wild purple print on these otherwise conservative chairs. They elevate the entire room to a bolder, much more fun level.
A mirrored table is the perfect way to glam up a kitchen characterized by wood floors, white cabinetry, natural baskets and French doors opened to a leafy-green yard.
A room needn't have a lot going on -- white walls and simple furniture look great -- if you place a graphic black and white rug underfoot.
Why the heck not use a fabulous shoe collection as wall art?
Photos from Elle Decor.
It's hard to think of a better example of pausing to appreciate the little wonders in life -- the simple bliss, if you will -- than by taking in the heavenly smell and beauty of lilacs.
Friday, May 1, 2009
I always find myself slightly obsessed with windows when I travel. I love looking at -- and sometimes through -- the windows of houses and apartments in the cities I visit. It helps me imagine what it would be like to live there. I wonder what's inside and what the city must look like from that viewpoint.
Similarly, one of the first things I do when I enter a hotel room is run to the window, fling back the curtains and see what slice of the city is revaled through the window. I remember during my first visit to London when I was fourteen, I didn't sleep very well. Jet lag likely contributed to the problem, but I think part of it was the excitement of being in the city and not wanting to miss anything happening around me. Every chance I got, I perched myself on the windowsil and watched what happened on the streets below.
This lovely photo reminds me of that experience -- the excitement of wanting to be a part of everything outside and the feeling of being enchanted by what I saw.
Photo from here.