Monday, October 31, 2011

My little sister shared this photo on my Facebook wall with the caption "I saw this and thought of you". Apparently my shoe obsession isn't as well concealed as previously thought.


Friday, October 28, 2011

Song for a Halloween Weekend

I love that Canada has musicians as capable of writing an orchestral score as they are strumming a guitar.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

So I don't own an iPad, and I'm still not entirely sold on the Kindle BUT I want any [all] of these iPad/Kindle cases from JCrew.

Just sayin'.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Holy Crap I want this Handbag.

It's a Mulberry and thus costs more than my entire worth. Salivating over photos online is free though so this is what I shall continue to do. It's just soooo pretty and functional and autumnal and perfect.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Color me envious

Call me crazy but this living room is FABULOUS. Love the window treatment, the wall colour, the couches (the florals!!)

photo via design is mine

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

When I came to bed I found a book lying on my pillow. It was the Complete Poems of Elizabeth Bishop and it was opened to a poem with a note from my mother saying read Sandpiper for a bedtime treat. So I did, and so I shall say to you.


The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.
The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.
--Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them,
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.
The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn't tell you which,
His beak is focussed; he is preoccupied, 
looking for something, something, something.
Poor bird, he is obsessed!
The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray,
mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst.