china envy

Everything about Lula Aldunate's work is gorgeous, but, most of all, I love her collection of dishes. The patterns and colors are gorgeous!

got myself a new pair of shoes

I'm really loving them and would recommend them to anyone. The difference is amazing.

Lies and Balderdash

[by Joshua Wright via ThingsIHaveLearned...]

Life

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community. And as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.

I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me, it is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.

George Bernard Shaw

the color oracles

color personality

color-meets-astrology

a reminder

[From "West" by Sarah Baugh and Nicole Lavelle]

"The story so far:

In the beginning the Universe was created.
This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move."

I'm not gonna lie, I'm a "Hitchhiker's..." fan. That said, I was very pleased to find this old gem on Ted. It's long, but it's definitely worth listening to.

Douglas Adams: Parrots, the Universe and Everything

Enjoy!

not sure which i want more

that mask? or that haircut?

[by mad teglers via ohjoy]

"How delightfully the fishes are enjoying themselves," exclaimed Soshi.
"You are not a fish," commented his friend, "how do you know that the fishes are enjoying themselves?"
"You are not myself," answered Soshi; "how do you know that I do not know that the fishes are enjoying themselves?"

Yoga

The Inspiration

Our Pose

[top image of Zaira and Amy with The Solebury Club]

the future

[where did this come from? gosh, i really can't remember.. sorry. if you know, let me know.]

I guess it wasn't quite like this

but it sure felt like it.

The sunshine was glorious today. I got your message, Spring-- thank you.


[photo by nikoline]

world's biggest house of cards

Imagine in your mind what you think such a house would look like, then click here. I think you will be surprised.

A Project

Personalized 'His and Hers' pillows, to celebrate the engagement. Congratulations Lindsey and Jonathan! I hope you like them.


[inspiration from FreshlyPicked]

jeanie&jewell

I've been watching the progress of this alphabet for weeks over at Jeanie&Jewell. I think it is just gorgeous.

why do i love this?

i just can't help it. i really can't.

The Fountainhead

"Why is it so important-- what others have done? Why does it become sacred by the mere fact of not being your own? Why is anyone and everyone right-- so long as it's not yourself? Why does the number of those others take the place of truth? Why is truth made a mere matter of arithmetic-- and only of addition at that? Why is everything twisted out of all sense to fit everything else? There must be some reason. I don't know. I've never known it. I'd like to understand."

snow days, snow angels

Now that the weather has made a turn away from snow, I finally feel comfortable talking about it. We got KILLED here in Pennsylvania this year. The shoveling was the pits, but it gave me ample opportunity to knock #17 off the list.

Oh, and before I forget, here are some of the most beautiful snow photographs I have ever seen.

an idea i can get behind

"This all sounds very pleasant--coffeehouses! the smell of ink!--but I would like to remind us all that pledges are rarely made without a bit of underlying risk. In this case, make no mistake, we undertake a great deal of it. To say nothing of stepping silently around the characters who spend time at libraries, we must reckon with smudgy, soft ink on our hands, paper cuts, early-evening cherry pie cravings when nothing else will do, men at bars who ask--or do not ask--with cocked eyebrow, what we're reading. We risk missing our train stop or leaving a half-finished paperback in the back of a cab. We risk heading in bleary-eyed, achy, having a poem knock the wind out of us as we cross the street. We risk daydreaming, staring at strangers whose toes remind us of Seymour's, glimpsing the dust of other worlds. We risk walking into another land and coming back changed, or not ever quite returning at all. It is a brave choice, to make a pledge. And if we're going to Read the Printed Word, it seems important to face the facts."

[found via first milk, and since i couldn't think of anything better to say, i just quoted her.]

The Mast Brothers

I couldn't resist this sneak peek into the Mast Brothers' chocolate factory in Brooklyn. I'm more enchanted than ever! To think they have an organ in there! and a sailboat mobile? my goodness! Ah, and to imagine that the beautiful wrappings are done by those lovely little hands..

Such stuff as dreams are made on. Thank you Selby!

Breakfast Guessing Game

It's fun.

Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more. Stare, pry, listen, and eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.
-Walker Evans

[image by Leonid Afremov via sharesomecandy]