“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
“i fell off my pink cloud with a thud.” // e. taylor
→ image source : vogue china via alex vesey
→ image source : pinked niagara falls via cfda tumblr
→ image source : bow via pinterest
→ image source : cfda tumblr, again. mmm, pink pretzels…
☆ // may your weekends include a touch of pink…
“her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.” // w. goldman
granted, my walls are fairly average in height.
they may be uneven and ever-so slightly crookedly built, but average nonetheless. but slowly, as this very old house becomes more and more our home every time we re-open our front door, i know that these walls keep within them a lot of laughter, a few secrets, tears and rows, and far too few hours of sleep – enjoyable hours to be sure, just too few of them…
and as the years go by we’re making it more and more our own, hanging art and taping garlands to the walls. and the next length that needs some attention is the tiniest water closet you ever did see – one that would be served best by the loudest, most monochrome and graphic print i can find. you know, something subtle and elegant…
→ source : joonas wallpaper via marimekko
→ source : double trouble wallpaper via ferm living
→ source : triangles via hygge & west
→ source : random geometry via nama rococo
“we need houses as we need clothes, architecture stimulates fashion. it’s like hunger and thirst — you need them both.” // k. lagerfeld
toronto is not known for its architecture, as of late the city has become infamous for far more humiliating topics.* ignoring that, (if only we could), there are some charming spots in and around the city where the buildings do hold a certain quirky appeal.
the old victorians in the west-end, the low-rise apartments in the middle of the city that bring to mind a city coming of age in the 50s. and in having to live amongst these bricks, to stare at them day in and day out, brings to mind that in staring at your wardrobe, day in and day out, you better find some charm in there too, or you’ll be finding somewhere else to live, right quick.
→ source : all the pretty things via dusen dusen
*no. i will not utter, nor type its name.
“everybody will get their wants, when they heartily want.” // s. kalwar
if it didn’t make me just a little bit uncomfortable stating how many things i actually want, i’d sing it from the rooftops.
it’s not a rampant consumerism that drives me, or the desire to be the girl with the most cake – it’s just that i have very little will when confronted with (what i find to be) beautiful. it took me much too long to admit that beauty, and let me state again, my version of it, is of considerable meaning to me. and that importance needn’t instantly equate one with vanity or superficiality. when you take the long view – life can get a bit pear-shaped and muddled, and if something as simple as the curve of a bracelet, (the deliciousness of a meal, two hours spent in a movie theatre, playing video games, buying sweaters for your dog, whatever the case may be) – gives you pleasure – than by all means, get it while you can.
→ source : all the pretty things via fay andrada