“ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.” // k. mansfield
holding hands has become a rather clumsy affair.
big woolen mitts don’t lend well with affection. a leather gloved hand clasped into the palm of the largest fleeced-lined mitten is a bit akin to two middle-schoolers trying to slow dance. you can’t feel much of anything – but you have the faint feeling of someone else being in your proximity.
the alternative, going without when the weather hits many degrees below 0°C, which i somehow keep finding myself doing – renders handholding a no-go as well. who wants to hold hands with someone with the scaly skin of a molted snake – blotchy, itchy, red and raw? no one, that’s who.
so, coat those hands, the elements won’t be kind. for roughly the next 1oo days. yay.
→ source : high intensity hand cream via bliss
→ source : healing hands hand cream via face stockholm & in toronto, at pimlico
→ source : argan infinity cream via josie maran cosmetics
→ source : crema via rodin olio lusso
“marry an outdoors woman. then if you throw her out into the yard on a cold night, she can still survive.” // w.c. fields
not only did i wear tights today – but then i put on a pair of wooly socks on top.
it’s been a bit misleading as of late – you could’ve been thinking that winter would never come, considering the relatively balmy days, the rainy afternoons – the not needing to clear snow off the front walk or having to leave the house hours earlier because you know that the moment you wake up to a light dusting of snow – most people will have oddly forgotten how to drive.
but this morning – we woke up and there it was. winter. snow needed to be shoveled, our breath hung in the air, and we bundled ourselves up, bracing for the cold. yet, it was just a test. by the afternoon it had all melted and coats were left open. i’m not so easily mislead though – i know i’ll be wrapping myself up tightly in wool once again – and soon, all you’ll see is a mop of hair and the green of my eyes.
→ source : christopher kane oblong men’s scarf via thecorner
→ source : carpet patch scarf via stella mccartney
→ source : hellick wrap via plümo
→ source : garamantes scarf in black via a peace treaty
“any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” // a.c. clarke
i’m not one to shy away from technology – really, i think sometimes i’d like to run up and give it a big, warm hug and invite it over for dinner.
i really like my super-smart phone, with all it’s bells, whistles, and apps for waking me up, helping me fall asleep, and amusing me with games, news, gossip, and all sorts of sundry that come in and around 140 characters. granted, i understand that there poses a threat – that instead of me using technology, it may in fact, end up using me – yet, in my head it all works out; it’s a mutually beneficial conundrum. it helps me through my day, i feed the industry – and then i come home with all different sorts of accessories to go along with my electronic accessories. the circle of life – she is complete.
→ source : belmont leather clutch (charger INSIDE!) via everpurse
→ source : minimalism 10 iphone case by mareike böhmer via society6
→ source : mini jambox via jambone
→ source : fumo ipad case via alexander wang
“i’m from sweden. we don’t wear clothes in sweden.” // a. skarsgård
now this, this comment reads a bit suspect.
i’m fairly certain, that although our scandinavian friends are rather perplexed by our north american prudishness and are incredibly more comfortable during the number of hours they spend in a state of undress, i’m convinced, mainly by some of the very clothes in my wardrobe, that the people of sweden do indeed wear clothes.
and though we know of (more than you thought) swedish lines: acne, filipa k, whyred, cheap monday; i’d be remiss if i neglected to mention hope – a line that exudes a cool and easy comfort. which, come the middle of a tundra-like february is all i’m going to want to wear. oh, and they carry a selection of home wares. see how considerate they are?
→ source : all the pretty things via hope
☆ // hope your weekend is swell.
“gray day. everything is gray. i watch. but nothing moves today.” // dr. seuss
no matter the weather, the shade i’m feeling isn’t blue, but gray.
not only the colour of the sky at this very moment, but it’s also a rather apt descriptor of my current mood. that being not black, nor white and this, combined with certain patches of my hair; a silvery reminder that perhaps i should get the second of my twice yearly haircuts/dye-jobs before the 31st rolls by, means that the end of year drears have rolled in.
i find the sheer anticipation of year’s end always puts me into a minor funk. it’s neither time nor reflection that brings the gloom but the overzealous excitement and mandatory NEED TO JUST HAVE SO MUCH FUN – when in reality, i find the 31st to be just another day – one for which the build-up never exceeds expectations, but forever falls flat. so. instead of feeling gray for the next 26 days, i’ll instead wear it – because that always feels much more exciting than new year’s day.
→ source : oversize atari pullover via boy by boy band of outsiders & via lagarçonne
→ source : polka dot skinny jeans by each x other & via far fetch
→ source : PS11 by proenza schouler & via net-a-porter
→ source : high-tops by golden goose & via shoescribe
“but different things can often blend together,” said the pine tree. “let me tell you a funny story about pagan rituals.” //
l. snicket ‘the latke who couldn’t stop screaming : a christmas story
though our house veers toward the secular, if we were to celebrate during this holiday season, we’d be getting down for eight crazy nights, with some sufganiyot, hanukiah and a wicked game of dreidel/dreidel/dreidel, (we might’ve made it out of clay). and though we sort of bow out of the chrismukah rat-race, and don’t go near a mall, or bricks and mortar retail in general, i still like to show a little holiday spirit by giving those near and dear a little token of affection for sticking with this crazy for the last 365 days. so, i too join in the hustle and find something just a little bit less than cheap, and more than a tad bit cheerful and pass that gratitude around. i’d just rather do it from the comfort of my own home (read: pajamas), and far, far away from the madding crowds. and so for your comfort, all items available online…
→ source : anatomy of love print via rifle paper co.
→ source : lipstick queen discovery set via space nk
→ source : cloud pillow cover via rafa
→ source : vetiver candle via malin + goetz
“if the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.” // r.w. emerson
there are a moments when i do believe that my life would be better served by moving to the country*, as opposed to staying in the city – and that’s only when i look up on a clear night and can see a sea of stars blanketing the midnight blue of sky.
things always come up dots or stripes in our house, but it has always been a wash of stars that has held my fascination. so much so that i just had to get a twosome of small ones tattooed on my left wrist. i’m not sure whether it’s because my feet have forever been so firmly planted on terra firma that i look up to the sky to forget this constant gravitational pull, or because quite simply they may just be the most amazing things i’ve ever seen; but sometimes forget exist – due to these bright lights, big city.
→ source : vika ganzinskaya oversized embroidered cotton & silk dress via net-a-porter
→ source : saturday morning mug in black star cluster via saturday
→ source : becksöndergaard starry supernova wool scarf via leif
→ source : star dangle cuff via scosha
*the other reason would be to be closer to you, happy happy homestead