Posts from August 2014

“the last night on maudlin street, goodbye house, goodbye stairs…” // s.p. morrissey

today, after weeks of whinging, is moving day.

it’s bittersweet and hectic, and the boxes are piled high – and i don’t have time to really think about all the infinite details of what went on in this little house, but i can say that it was mostly good to us – and occasionally not, but it saw me through house-training a puppy, floods in the basement, furnaces freezing out in february, and a baby girl being born in a hot july, in the middle of a garbage strike.

goodbye old, (literally! 1847ish!) house, it was lovely to have called you ours for the last seven years… onward we go. see you monday, when i’m not so cloyingly sentimental, or so thoroughly done with the sight of corrugated boxes.

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my old front door. it was very stylish.

“the glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.” // t. jefferson

there’s that moment, that quick moment from when you’ve decided upon something and putting down the plastic to pay for it.

it’s not the five-and-dime purchases i’m talking about either, it’s those headier, most-probably ill-advised acquisitions that both exhilarate and scare the crap out of you – and you only have a moment to wonder before the magnetic stripe is swiped – whether it’s all worth it?

perhaps it’s the price of the item that is the stem of the issue – are there any such buys that can truly be called investment pieces? can you really calculate a cost-per-wear that makes that slightly nauseous, slightly faint feeling justifiable?

it would not be a shock to anyone to know that i think the answer to that, is probably ‘yes’.

i mean, life is short – you can’t take it with  – but, i also believe that it might not be about affordability; perhaps it’s not even about the justification of something, maybe it’s merely the worth of that something, (whatever that most-spendy of things might be), is based on what you, yes – just you – believe to be worthy; and half the fun of life is sussing out what risks in life are worth taking, and which others are worth leaving on the counter.







➝ source : dries van noten rhonda jacket via browns fashion

➝ source : jeweled clutch via miu miu

➝ source : polygon ring via kattri

➝ source : valentino appliquéd wool-blend felt cape via net-a-porter

“the woods are lovely, dark and deep. but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep.” // r. frost

are you sensing a theme, here?

i’ve been telling anyone who has the misfortune of listening, that should moving again in the future become mandatory for any reason whatsoever, that the best thing to do would be to put me in cosy corner and just lightly induce a coma. medically supervised, of course. because, i just can’t.

we have reached roundhouse – defcon 3 levels. there are no clear surfaces, there are garbage bins filled to the brim with ephemera; those items that will no longer be finding a home with us, and finally – there is a layer of dust like a fine lanugo covering all floors, cuddling in corners and staking their claim to the house. we’ll be gone in two days.

until then, i will day-dream until the moment where i can a good night’s rest – one that doesn’t mean me sleeping on a mattress lying on the floor. yeah, we’ve ended up real classy up in here…



➝ source : chevron bed linen via aura

➝ source : hay colour-block linen via nest

➝ source : sprinkle bed linen via normann copenhagen

➝ source : BRZ sheet set via cb2

“a bee is never as busy as it seems; it’s just that it can’t buzz any slower.” // k. hubbard

if someone could explain how the idiom that ‘the busiest men have the most leisure’ came to be, i’d really like to know exactly how – because i’m obviously doing it wrong.

i’d give anything for idle hands and what they could get up to, because this running list of things-to-do-and-things-that-needed-to-get-done-days-ago, is both getting out of control and not just a little bit boring. i need/want to sit in a comfortable chair for hours on end, stare into the middle distance and contemplate my navel.

alas, i’ve got too much shit to get done. it’s no wonder that when i do have a moment of clarity, all i can imagine is light, simple, and the complete antithesis of fussy – i’m talking austere, babies. i’m talking a vast area of white space between my left ear and my right.

guys – i think i might need a nap.





➝ source : the birdy double-strap watch via shinola

➝ source : hula sound (naked) via reiko kaneko

➝ source : cobra bracelet via janis savitt

➝ source : chic pouch via a.p.c.

“i’ve been a minimalist my whole life, even if you wouldn’t know it from my office.” // n. degrasse tyson

in no way am i exaggerating when i say that my house is currently in a state of chaos – there is debris littered everywhere.

the debris of a life lived, a dog petted, and a child in the midst of being raised, is no clearer than when you’re trying to move those lives out of one home and into another.

needless to say, it’s been THE. WORST.

i hate ever having purchased anything, i loathe having had enough room in the basement to stow away all those things that i didn’t want to see/have room for anymore, and while i’m at it; the objection i feel toward my basement is pacified only by the knowledge that i will no longer have a basement.

before, it was all about the getting of stuff, whatever stuff it was that amused me at the time. bargain-bags, gewgaw (find a better word than that!) with little-to-non-existent meaning. let’s be really clear, over the years i’ve amassed more than quintuple my body-weight in bona-fide junk.

so, the take-away with this upcoming move – is not to buy more, it is to buy better and, with meaning. the other take away? is to never. move. again.


➝ source : cabinet via ferm living

➝ source : pendant light cord via color cord company

➝ source : wire bin in emerald via menu

➝ source : hot mesh counterstool via blu dot

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