Matou en Peluche

Last night I found Matou en Peluche - aka Sam Battersby - aka my new favorite illustrator ever. I bought three prints - actually I bought two, but I'm getting three because she's having a sale - but I want all of them! It seems I am really only starting my collection.









See her shop. See her blog.

South American Prints, Yes

thank you facehunter

I Want Long Hair

...and a Cossack's hat.


images from we heart it and daydream lily

On the Bright Side

Sometimes life is hard.
But it's always pretty.

Twinkle lights and special drinks

Tonight we are having a very last minute holiday party. I get to wear a sparkly 60s mini dress. And boyfriend just made me a new tree-topper out of tin foil and cellophane. And we will drink homemade blackberry liqueur.

Recipe for the perfect space

Vintage pieces

Lots of art

Even more books

And light

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I liked her before

And then I found out that Tennessee Thomas makes things like this.

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You go here now.

These posts made my week even better than it was.

Little Byrd gave us scans from a 70's Time Life photography book.

I was thinking about painting my bare, nubby fingernails when this post went ahead and clinched the deal.

Ringo saves the day again by scanning in the Apartamento/Chloe Sevigny article.

Anja got a subscription to Fudge Magazine. I got new hair inspiration.

"Late start, food, long bike ride, food, coffee, design, music, coffee, design, food/bar, music, late end." - Scott Hansen (ISO50). I want this guy's schedule.

What I didn't do today

What I didn't do today is get out of bed before it got dark. I woke up around 10:30, but lazed around in bed for another hour, dozing and practicing opening my eyes, before deciding it was just too perfectly chilly and beautifully lit in my room to leave it.

First thing on my agenda was to take a picture of my toes. Aren't I silly; that's not true. But I did want to take a picture of the light and that was the best place to catch it. I apologize to those like me who think feet are pretty ugly. Don't look.

One of my favorite things about this apartment is that all you can see out of the bedroom window is a very old and under-trimmed camphor tree (which never loses its leaves) so it feels like we live in a treehouse all year long!

At this point, I kind of ran out of things to photograph without having to move.

I often like to think of my bed as an island. Even though we have a whole other room I could do stuff in, I like to live in the bedroom. We even eat in bed most of the time. I keep my favorite books, my computer (which also means my movies and my music), and my camera by the bed. And yesterday, I happened to move my flute nearer too, so today I really didn't even have to get out of bed at all!

When I finally decided to take a shower and get dressed, it was dark outside. Sidenote: I am so excited for winter solstice next week and the shortest day of the year so that we get some daylight back soon.

At this point in winter, I always feel stuck in a rut. I've figured out my favorite pieces to wear to keep warm, and continually go back to the same things. Also, those things that keep me warm aren't necessarily any kind of body-conscious (except the minidress-over-two-layers-of-tights-with-thigh-high-socks combo which gets old just as fast as anything else), and I start feeling like a frumpy old lady who has forgotten she used to be pretty.

So today I dug out my favorite pair of heels in order to remind myself that I am still a girl.


I built the whole outfit around the shoes. Purple socks that match the purple leather. Grey skinny jeans just because 1)I'm sick of tights, 2) my regular blue jeans are dirty, and 3) the black skinny jeans I wanted to wear got stolen by a hipster boy. (But, that's what I get for hanging out with a hipster boy - all they want is access to your closet.) Slippy, extra-long camisole under a super over-sized men's cashmere sweater so that I don't look too girly-girly. And silly little braided headbands to confuse you by looking girly again.

This is an awfully pose-y picture, but I swear I had to stand like that to get my whole self in the frame. Heels make me over 6' tall!


Sweater: thrifted
Slip: thrifted
Jeans: UO back when they were all the rage
Braided headbands: made by me!
Purple socks: Target
Best heels ever: XOXO

Apparently, I also didn't socialize enough today, as evidenced by the epic length of this post.

Dammit girls

Satine "October Dane" - Concert à Emporter from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

The end of this video makes me wish that my two girl friends who know how to play the violin would PLAY THEIR GOD DAMN VIOLINS!
Please?!

Julien Pacaud

According to his contact page Julien has also been "an astrophysician, an international snooker champion, a hypnotist and an esperanto teacher." I'm not sure that I believe that, but I'll keep wondering about it....

portfolio

From the inside

This is how I feel today.

photo by Burcin Esin

Pretty books

If I were one to judge a book by its cover, I would totally want to read this book. That title font! Those colors! That curiously empty square bottom right.
Actually, I am one to pick up books based solely on their looks, so I probably would read this if ever I came upon it.

Found as part of a collection of 60s cover art here via fitacola.

Sundays

I wake up very early on Sundays and work at my parents' cafe serving pancakes, omelettes, eggs benedicts, and coffee all day, drinking way too much coffee myself, and eyeing others' plates until I get to choose my own breakfast just before we close.
I love breakfast foods, coffee drinks, people, and my parents more than I love a lot of things so this is a very nice way to spend my Sundays.
But when I hear the alarm go off and force my eyes to open, the thing I'm most looking forward to is coming home after work, falling into bed and enjoying a luxurious afternoon nap with the bed all to myself. On Sundays I sleep sideways.
I spend the rest of the evening more relaxed than most, knowing I don't have to work again until next weekend and anything that needs to be done around the house can wait until tomorrow.
I think all I'll do tonight is write in my journal, because there is nothing better than a page filled with handwritten words.

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But especially on paper

I like a certain amount of clutter and rough edges. I like pretty pretty with a bit of a 'huh?'-factor. I like seeing things together that I might never have thought to put together. And so it goes that I like collages.






Tina from The English Muse and Liss from Daydream Lily have worked together to create a beautiful new blog full of collages, journal pages, and other inspiratory images. The site itself is even a sort of collage. These are just some of my favorites from only a week's worth of posting. I'll surely be lurking among the pretties on The Next Page and posting some of them too.

Those top two collages are by Peggy Wolf. Buy prints here.

It's prettier in the rain.

I bundled up to walk to the coffeehouse this afternoon and read The Brothers Karamazov. Today was the first rainy day since I bought my first pair of rainboots, and I kind of purposefully walked in puddles and piles of mucky leaves to test them. All along the walk, my eyes were drawn to the leaves on all these trees I walk by every single day, but rarely ever notice. Their colors were so much more vibrant after the rain.