Bedroom 2010, again

Without blogging much about it, I've been chipping away at my bedroom. And I've found myself going in a different direction that I talked about at the start of the year (here). So I thought I should update my inspiration board to reflect what's on my mind these days. It looks much more elegant and spare in this inspiration board than I feel it will be once my books and pictures pile in.

But I think this is a pretty good summation of my mood these days. I haven't relegated modern completely, but I'm becoming much more reconciled to (and homesick for) my traditional roots. The good news is I have most of what you see here. I'm missing the headboard and armchair and the nightstand. My tiered table is also more feminine than the one shown here, but I love it for that.


The wallpaper (if the lovely Farrow & Ball people will let me buy just a single roll) will go on just one wall. The other walls will be painted the same greige as the background colour on the wallpaper (which is the same as my living room colour). This isn't so much a shopping list (I don't believe in "being done" or "afters") as reassurance that what I'm leaning towards will come together. It can all feel so disparate rattling around in my head!

Shown: Dresser (mine) / Nelson pendant / Farrow & Ball Rosslyn paper / Bestlite by Gubi / Dunbar Two-Tier SideTable By Edward Wormley from 1st Dibs / Pondicherry Headboard w/ Nailheads from Serena + Lily / Modern glamour single dresser from Ethan Allen / Remington Leather Chair from Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams / Bedding (mine) / Ceramics by Sophie Cook / Mirror & rug from Pottery Barn

Three of a kind


Brochu Walker

I blogged before about Brochu Walker (here) and could write the exact same thing about their Fall collection as I did then... this collection is just perfect, everyday simplicity. These are the kinds of clothes that I would wear threadbare!

Where we blog from: The Marion House Book

Emma is the uber-talented lady behind Marion Melbourne Interiors, a Toronto-based company that specializes in residential interiors. She has a wonderful eye and a delicate touch and this discernment is translated into blog-form on The Marion House Book. Much as I love the worldwide aspect of our blogworld, it's always a special pleasure to feature a local blogger. So, without further ado, this is where Emma blogs from and what she has to say about it...

Thank you Jane for asking me to be a part of your Where we blog from series. I have to admit that I love these kinds of posts. I’m absolutely fascinated by the homes we create for ourselves so I love it when we get invited in for a sneak peak. I find it endlessly inspiring.

Like many people, I do most my blogging from a laptop computer that moves around the house with me. Most often you will find me seated at the dining room table downloading photographs and writing posts. This is probably my favorite room in the house. There is nothing like being surrounded by art and beautiful objects (like that gold temple bell I just found) to get inspired.



Sometimes, I will blog from the kitchen island, although this is mainly reserved for those rare days when I happen to be home during the day. It is a treat to be able to do a little morning blogging with a coffee and a scone from our local coffee shop.



The one place you will rarely see me blog from is the upstairs office. This is because I do almost all of my blogging in the evening after I have put my son to sleep. I’d hate to wake him up once he has gone down. (Sleep is sacred!)


And you will definitely never see me blogging from here,


We absolutely have a no computer or television rule in our bedroom. This place is reserved for reading, sleeping and well, other things!


Thanks Emma!

Sunday best: Knowledge-seeking

I've been reading a lot of philosophy the last few weekends. It's always like visiting an old friend for me. One of my old profs sent along some of his recent papers and I've been dipping back into Aristotle's Nichomachean Ethics as well. I've been thinking about the connection, if any, between knowledge and change, at a personal level. Weekends are perfect for theory building and slow thinking. My weekdays are so harried, so stimulus/response, that I relish the quiet of Sunday to burrow into a few single, beautiful ideas. 


Products: Japhy frames in Whiskey Tortoise from Warby Parker / Whitman Shirt from Steven Alan / Mini Owl Studs from Pyrrha / Stella McCartney Cashmere and silk-blend cardigan from Net-a-Porter / Straight Leg Jean from Toast / Aristotle / Moleskine notebook / Satchel from Cambridge Satchel / The Aberdeen Two-tone Oxford from Madewell

Friday!

I slept the whole night through every night this week. I really want to get myself on an earlier to bed-earlier to rise sleeping pattern, but it's so hard! My evening self does not listen to the wisdom of my morning self. So, I'm going to try not to sleep in this weekend, but I'm a devil for those late-nighters.

I had lovely conversations this week too. Ones that unlocked a side of me I don't feel I get to give utterance too very often. Being able to just riff with somebody, in a completely unfettered way, with nothing but kindness on both sides makes for magical conversation. I can't tell you what it does to my mood. It doesn't happen very often and I often feel more misunderstood than anything. I guess that's partly why I have a blog.


And on blogs... Stunning photography and more stunning photography. Finding a favourite neighbourhood is a special feeling. And investing in a gorgeous coat is a special feeling too. Huge congrats to Margot on her new cottage. And thank you Jena for this amazingly flattering mention

My weekend plans are blissfully unstructured. I've been missing my camera lately so may shoot some pictures and with the temperature now Jane-perfect, I'm hoping to spend a lot more time out gallivanting. There might be some Fall window-shopping too. And, though I've been very disciplined of late, a new season really does call for new shoes, doesn't it?

What are you up to? Wishing you a lovely weekend!

Image credits: 1. rainbow wish ball, 2. Untitled, 3. rainy day breakfast, 4. 46360025

American Vintage

I know summer is supposed to be the season of love, but nothing is better than a crush in Fall. Cozying up on chilly autumn nights, kicking leaves, brisk golden days, boys in corduroy... it seems the most romantic season to me. The American Vintage lookbook captures that soft, dreamy state beautifully. I love these photographs and I adore their sumptuous knits and cottons.


See previous American Vintage posts here.

Inspiring women: Lee Miller

Lee Miller's story is probably known to most of you. I'm always swept away by all she did, how she almost ruthlessly moved from one phase to the next, never resting on her laurels for too long.


In 1929, already a legendary fashion model, she left the US to study photography. As she told it, she marched into the studio of Man Ray, who did not take apprentices and announced, “I’m your new student.” Together they developed solarization and Miller became a witty surrealist photographer. But, not one content to play muse to Man Ray or Picasso or Cocteau, Miller left Paris and moved to Cairo.

But it was World War II that truly exposed Miller's talent. Through Conde Nast, she obtained a press pass to cover the Allied liberation of France; then she hitched a ride to witness the fall of Nazi Germany and continued east to Hungary and Romania. She photographed the victims and survivors of Buchenwald and Dachau. Readers of Vogue saw these pictures in the June 1945 issue of their fashion magazine.

Image shown is this book jacket
. Visit the Lee Miller Archives to see images of and by Lee Miller.

A poem for Tuesday

This is Beckett's translation of L'Amoureuse by Paul Éluard (the French original is transcribed below). I've read a few translations of this poem and Beckett's has, by far, the most tender touch. But of course I'd think that...

Lady Love
She is standing on my lids
And her hair is in my hair,
She has the colour of my eye,
She has the body of my hand,
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky.

She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep.
And her dreams in the bright day
Makes the suns evaporate,
And me laugh cry and laugh,
Speak when I have nothing to say.

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L'amoureuse
Elle est debout sur mes paupières
Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens,
Elle a la forme de mes mains,
Elle a la couleur de mes yeux,
Elle s'engloutit dans mon ombre
Comme une pierre sur le ciel.

Elle a toujours les yeux ouverts
Et ne me laisse pas dormir.
Ses rêves en pleine lumière
Font s'évaporer les soleils
Me font rire, pleurer et rire,
Parler sans avoir rien à dire.

Lisa Madigan

I came across Lisa Madigan via Sohi magazine (I downloaded and devoured their first three issues over the weekend, discovered via All the Mountains). Lisa Madigan's store is filled with beautiful objects, styled in a rustic, textural style - which reminds me a little of Igigi.


On her blog, I loved this post about the transformation of her little cottage into a gallery of sorts for the exhibition Salted Grace. Divine!

Comrags

The new Comrags collection for Fall is so beautiful. I adore the dress on the left and the beautiful, slouchy layering, the juxtaposition of chunky knits with silks and fine fabrics. And, as always with my favourite Canadian designer, here's a collection that actually makes sense for Toronto in winter, when winter boots are a non-negotiable.

Where we blog from: Saídos da Concha

Constança Cabral of Saídos da Concha hails from Portugal and recently relocated to rural Staffordshire, England. Her blog is a record of her new life in England and her love of nature, casual flower arrangements and home cooking, all beautifully photographed and expressed. Constança also sends handsewn accessories through her Etsy store. This is where Constança blogs from and what she has to say about it...

I was very excited when Jane invited me to be part of this great series. We moved from Portugal to the UK just six months ago and I'm so lucky to have a dedicated room to sew and blog - I share this study with my husband Tiago but he only has a desk in a corner...

 
We bought four simple, white tables from Ikea: one is my cutting table and the other three are used as desks. The room has a large window facing the garden and that's exactly where we've placed them - sometimes I lift my eyes from the computer and see a pheasant wandering amongst the trees! The chairs are a hand-me-downs from Tiago's parents and although they look very nice, they're not suitable for working. I must save up so I can buy at least one proper office chair!

 
The lamps are also from Ikea and I'd love to spray paint them white some day. I've deliberately chosen only white items for the study because I'm surrounded by colourful fabrics all day long and I need a plain background to be able to concentrate. I'd also love to paint the walls white, as well as those cute scalloped shelves where I store my jars of buttons.

 
As the room is square I was able to place some freestanding furniture right in the middle of it - that means I can access the ironing board and the cutting table from all angles.


I'm a very untidy person and I tend to pile up fabrics, magazines and papers on every available surface... sometimes I get overwhelmed by it all and spend some hours cleaning up the study. It's amazing how much more productive I get after one of those tidying up sessions! So there you have it: this is where I spend my days.


Thanks Constança!

Sunday best: Lounging around

This wet Sunday, all I want to do is nap and curl up with a cups of tea and coffee, good books and dreamy movies. And I think it will be breakfast for dinner tonight. Rainy Sundays, it turns out, are not such a bad thing.

Products: McCann's Irish oatmeal / Dobby Pintuck Nightshirt from Toast / The Lovers by Vendela Vida / The Science of Sleep DVD / Jo Malone candle / Air bed linens from Area / Black Toast mug by Emma Bridgewater / Fully loaded tea / Cashmere bed socks by Brora

Friday!

A couple of times this week, I caught a faint whiff of Fall in the air: That barely perceptible shift in the angle of the sun. A faint glimmer of gold in the light. I turned off my air conditioner and slept deep sleeps.

I've been happy this week about other small things that seem too trivial to relay; good phonecalls and happy dinners and little spurts of energy to start little projects, as well as some bigger ones.


I've mentioned a gazillion times how much I love this home. This is the same couple's city home and I love it just as much. I also adore this album art. And here's another clothes label for kids I would happily have remade in Jane-size to wear. I found this travel series charming and funny. And summer may be nearly over, but there's still time to squeeze a few of these in.

Any plans for the weekend? I hope it's a lovely one!

Image credits: 1. Untitled, 2. august, 3. beautiful storm, 4. Untitled

A poem for Thursday

I feel like information has been flowing through me differently this week. I'm thinking a lot about dispositions and epistemology. How knowledge registers differently with a slight shift in paradigm. That we can intellectually know something. We can even have empirical evidence. And yet we sometimes still do not incorporate that knowledge in a way that makes it reside in us as irrefutable and compelling fact; the kind that yields action. Isn't that fascinating?

This all has nothing to do with this poem really. Except to say this: I've read it before. But then I read it again, whatever had changed in my disposition made it the one I wanted to share with you this week. This is by Mark Strand.

From The Long Sad Party
Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps toward morning
and the morning goes.

Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.

It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its white
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.

Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two candles
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We began to believe

the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had noticed.
Then someone said something about the planets, about the stars,
how small they were, how far away.

Three of a kind


Gary Graham F/W 2010

Are you getting the sense that I'm loving floral dresses for Fall? Like the Comptoir des Cotonniers, these Gary Graham looks are so perfectly transitional, I don't feel any guilt about posting them now. I adore the rust and mustard tones. See past Gary Graham posts here - I think he consistently creates clothes that look amazing on a curvier figure, with lots of clever layering and sumptuous texture.

Inspiring women: Anna Akhmatova

Anna Akhmatova is my favourite poetess. Her poetry is uncodified, almost startling, and finely attuned to suffering but with a restraint that is, while stoic, far more poignant than unbridled expression.

Akhmatova's work was condemned and censored by Stalinist authorities and she is notable for remaining in Russia, acting as witness to the atrocities around her. For long periods she was in official disfavour and many of those who were close to her died in the aftermath of the revolution.


You invented me. There clearly is no such earthly being,
Such an earthly being there could never be.
A doctor cannot cure, a poet cannot comfort —
A shadowy apparition haunts you night and day.
We met in an unbelievable year,
When the world's strength was at an ebb,
Everything was in mourning, everything withered by adversity,
And only the graves were fresh.
Without streetlights, the Neva's waves were black as pitch,
Thick night enclosed me like a wall ...
That's when my voice call out to you!
Why it did — I still don't understand.
And you came to me, as if guided by a star
That tragic autimn, stepping
Into that irrevocably ruined house,
From whence had flown a flock of burnt verse.

August 18, 1956
Starky
Trans. Judith Hemschemeyer


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Mirror, mirror

I don't think I could stand seeing myself reflected so much that I'd be inspired to fill one wall with mirrors. But, from a stylistic standpoint, it's makes such a huge and wonderful impression! I especially love this idea for a space with darker walls.The light the mirrors would amplify would create quite a dramatic effect, be it natural, candlelight or artificial.


Image credits: Remodelista / Vitra Design Museum via Verhext (on Tumblr) / via Verhext (on Tumblr) / Lonny Magazine

Electric Feathers

This photo from the stunning Electric Feathers mood book made me gasp out loud. How stunning is it!?


Photography by Matt Wilson

Frances Palmer

I think my love of Heath Ceramics has been well documented here. But, while I love the simple, rustic, sturdiness of Heath, I'm not at all immune to more feminine ceramics. I can definitely imagine myself going for Astier de Villatte or Frances Palmer.

Frances Palmer's collection spans the humble to the highly ornamental and I love the entire span. I adore ceramics and am happy to pick up a piece here and there... though I try not to multiply the price by number of pieces when I look at them or else I get all panicked.
Here are some highlights from her collections...


I was reminded of this collection via Slow Love Life on Friday.

Where we blog from: Alice Olive

What can I tell you about Alice Olive? She's an ace photographer whose work hangs in my own apartment. She's an Australian living in New York, who has also lived in Chicago. She has a cat called Brontë and the most fantastic sense of style - so emphatic that I walk into stores and pick things out for her more easily than for myself. And, to boot, she was one of the first "stranger" commenters on my blog and is still around, which I'm pretty sure makes her my longest-running reader! Can you tell I love this lady? This is where Alice blogs from and what she has to say about it...


I don't consider myself a blogger. Four years ago, I started commenting on other blogs (like the lovely Jane's!) and noticed my profile had been viewed a few times so I figured I'd post a few snapshots so "Alice Olive" wasn't a blank page. I only post one photograph a week.

Photography is something I love. Since starting the blogging, I've noticed there's a theme to what I shoot. Architecture and nature - often combining the two. I take a camera with me everywhere, even to work. I never know when I'll see something I want to photograph. Sometimes I see a building or a 'location' that looks good and I'll Blackberry it to myself so I can go back on a weekend or at dusk to get the right light.

This is my corner of the world where I blog from. Lots of natural light. I really like having all those images on the boards on each side of my computer. Pages ripped out of fashion magazines, editorial shots and advertising campaigns, shoes, hair cuts I like (always short), favourite photographers and buildings as well as my family in Sydney, Australia. (I have a blank board next to my computer waiting to be filled!) I change the images every few months or so, seasonally, just like the runways.... Then there's my view, which provides spectacular sunsets.

Oh, and yes, I'm neat. I didn't style this composite, my desk really is spare.

Thanks for asking me to contribute, Jane! 

Thanks Alice!

Ireland guide

I've had a couple of requests for a travel post about Ireland, and answered a number of e-mails about it. And Tamera is headed to my lovely island for her honeymoon, so I figured I would put it all together in a post for her and everybody and anybody interested...


Dublin

You'll probably fly into Dublin, so let's start there. We wily Dubs have devised some clever tactics to distract tourists from the good parts of town. The biggest of those is Temple Bar. Don't be sucked in. Instead, here's my must-do list for Dublin:
- Iveagh Gardens. They're mad, hidden (many Dubliners don't know them) and the loveliest place in the city to take a sandwich on a sunny day
- Chester Beatty Museum. The best small museum I've been to, full of jaw-dropping, how-the-hell-did-this-wind-up-here artifacts and books.
- Jack B. Yeats wing at the National Art Gallery, and the Caravaggio too. This is on the tourist lists, but I hit it every time I'm home. Afterwards, cross the road and picnic in Merrion Square and give Oscar Wilde a hug.
- Grogans. There's no trad music, no ye olde decor, no paddywhackery. Just old men, artists and students, pints and somewhat dodgy art. Order a pint and a toasted cheese sandwich. If you really want the ye olde bit, hit Stag's Head, which manages to be a decent pub despite being on the tourist radar. I like the snug in the back.
- Shopping at Powerscourt and George's Street Arcade. I love Bow Boutique and the Designer Centre, plus there are unaffordable antiques to eye up. Jenny Vander is great for vintage clothes. All are within a stone's throw of each other, off Grafton Street.
- Trinity. I went to university here. So did Beckett. And it has this library... 'nuff said.

Day trips from Dublin
Howth. Close to my family home turf. I love to climb Howth Head and look out over the city. Everybody gets fish n' chips and takes them down the pier too. Howth is accessible by DART.
Glendalough / Powerscourt Estate. I adore the gardens at Powerscourt. Glendalough & Powerscourt are both real tourist destinations but lots of Dubliners hit them on the weekend too. Lunch at Avoca in Powerscourt is always tasty especially if taken outside. You'll need a car to visit these places, though there are tourist coaches, which I wouldn't be seen dead on.


Burren Loop, and beyond (in blue)
My favourite road in all of Ireland is the one that hugs the coast around The Burren. I always take in the Poulnabrone Dolmen, Fanore Strand, Cliffs of Moher. This Burren portion of this loop is a doable detour even if you're ultimately striking north from Galway. If you're continuing south, I recommend staying in Doolin. After Clare, I usually take the Killimer-Tarbert ferry and do a drive up and around one of Kerry's penninsulas before heading to Cork / Cobh and then zipping back to Dublin, through Cashel.

Connemara Loop (in red)
Alternatively, strike north once you get west, heading up through Galway to Connemara and Yeats country. The Aran Islands are accessible by either loop (from Doolin when headed south, from Rossaveal on the way out of Galway) and, though touristed, are worth the trip. While in this vicinity, lots of people like to visit Kylemore Abbey, though I'm always left with mixed feelings about Catholic ostentation in the middle of rural Ireland. I much prefer older abbey ruins, preferably with cloisters, which you'll find lots of examples of (like Corcomroe Abbey in Clare).


Connemara is more wide and roaming than the Burren, with lots of wide bogs in the foothills of the mountains. I find it more bleak, mysterious and beautiful in an entirely different way. You're in Yeats country now, so you might check out his grave, Lissadell and enjoy epic views of Ben Bulben. The Lough Gill Drive is a popular spin to take.

I wish I had restaurants and B&Bs to recommend, but I always fly by the seat of my pants, eat picnics and in pubs and stay in whatever B&B looks good where I land. If you're a real foodie, Cork is the county to aim for with restaurants like Cafe Paradiso being popular. I also had one of the best meals of my life at Aniar in Galway.

Notes: This is supposed to be a curated rather than comprehensive guide... basically what stands out for me when I visit home or have visitors. I've toured Ireland a lot and shown many, many friends around and this has proved repeatedly to be my no-fail mix, both for first-time visitors and for myself.

I think the biggest factor is not what you see but how you get there. Touring coaches swarm in and out of places and mostly get under everybody's skin. If your budget permits, renting a car to travel solo is the best possible choice. Finally, if you've traveled all the way to Ireland, don't waste the opportunity to get to the West. It only takes 3-4 hours to get to and it's really where all the magic is.

Image credits: All images mine, except: Trinity / Grogans by Mark Waldron


P.S. I'm updating this post with a few links: My friend Laura (and food writer) recently travelled to Ireland and here's some of what she wrote about it:
- Hit the road in Ireland for spectacular scenery and adventure
- Craft beer in Ireland
- Forage for your supper in Ireland
- Cheese lovers, take note of Irish cheese

Friday!

This week, I read this article and a lot of it resonated with me, but also pricked at my conscience. I wondered to what extent my blog also merchandises happiness and wellness. I never mean my blog to communicate "buy this, buy this, buy this"; I always admire design in a more abstract sense. But, what I mean and say and how that is heard is sometimes alarmingly disparate, as I saw this week.

I'm certainty not advocating guilt over purchases or individual choices. But, I do think this good life we paint on our blogs (even the most humble version of it) is less accessible, less affordable than we tend to portray. And let's be honest here, who of us hasn't spent more than we could afford on some Etsy purchase or farmer's market outing but put it in a weird okay category because it seemed 'good'?


Even DIY projects often omit how expensive things are to make, to cook or to bake.  I think we sometimes too happily gloss over that and create beautiful content and images. But that content and those image carries inherent pressure. And much of what it conveys is financially unattainable for many, even sometimes for the person blogging it. I want to stay aware of these issues as I blog. I want to understand the role I play here and how what I write might make people feel. Even how it makes me think about my real life versus my blog life.

I don't ever want to paint a picture that anybody must buy this or that to be happy, no matter how ethically or beautifully made it is, or how lovely its story. I'm trying to be a more reflective blogger. Editorial integrity is important to me as a journalist, but it's even more important to me here, where things should be more real, more personal, completely and totally honest.

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This week, I made some pretty big decisions. I'm moving away from some things - things that at another time in my life represented everything I dreamed of. In many ways, it's hard for me to accept that they're no longer things I want, that they're not making me happy. So, I'm going to spend the weekend processing these changes and thinking about what's next. I have ideas and I have hopes.

Wishing you a lovely weekend!

Image credits: 1. Untitled, 2. 7am, 3. Untitled, 4. Untitled

Phillip Low

Phillip Low's work: My jaw dropped when I saw these. Simply incredible. Also, (less prismatic, more crystalline) check out Carly Waito's paintings, which have long been on my ultimate, ultimate wishlist.

Rabens Saloner

I blogged before (here) about Rabens Saloner, a Danish-designed collection that is manufactured in the Far East out of little workrooms and family businesses. Village dressmakers, leather smiths and legions of knitting grandmas contribute to every new collection. Their new collection is 100% up my alley. I want to wear scarves in my hair this Fall!

A poem for Wednesday

 This is by Priscilla Becker. You can buy her book, Internal West, here.

White Tone
I think I prefer now being unloved
and listening for my footsteps in the dark.

There was a tree in the yard –
not any more –
whose crooked branch I’d watch.

I held a ceremony in which I married
my black dog.

There is a certain smell
that overtakes me, for instance
once, in a button shop.

And then I came to disregard.

Also a kind of nakedness
that has to do with words.

I made a list
of things I’d like. I tied
a string. The sound as when your foot
breaks through the snow,
that sound was in the house.

Inspiring women: Jo March

When I had to choose my third name, I chose Jo. My grandmother's name was Mary-Jo and I was crazy about her and am like her in many ways. I was also under the spell of Jo March, the protagonist of Little Women and a depiction of the book's author Louisa May Alcott. (I told the bishop I picked Jo because of St. Joseph. Sometimes, you have to pick your fights...)


Jo's got spunk in spades. Between wanting to be a writer, chopping off her long hair (her "one great beauty"), refusing Laurie's proposal and moving to New York, she was a voice of independence and strength to the young me and I dreamed of being just like her. And in many ways, I still do.


And while Jo marries Professor Bhaer in the book, Alcott later wrote, "Jo should have remained a literary spinster, but so many enthusiastic young ladies wrote to me clamorously demanding that she should marry Laurie, or somebody, that I didn't dare refuse and out of perversity went and made a funny match for her". Much as I would love there to be a story out there that didn't teach women that the only happy ending is in marriage, the thought of Gabriel Byrne as Prof Bhaer softens the blow just a little...

Comptoir des Cotonniers

I'm easing into Fall fashion with a few looks that are really season-agnostic. These lovelies from Comptoir des Cotonniers are just perfection. So very chic.

Local spoils

I'm on such a local produce kick right now! This punnet of mixed Ontario fruit was too pretty to resist, though I'm not going to lie... my dinners are getting pretty repetitive. Still, I can't seem to stop myself; Ontario corn and peaches and new potatoes are just too yummy.

Sponsor introduction: Fine Artist Made

I've been dying to write this sponsor introduction for some time, because this is a company I'm truly excited to share. Fine Artist Made is Maine-based restoration business, specializing in the design and renovation of one-of-a-kind kitchens, bathrooms, cabinets and furniture.


Patrick and Joyce's online collection contains many objects that complement the same aesthetic evident in their restoration projects. Through their own website or their Etsy store, you can purchase a little piece of Maine for your very own home, each available in a range of Benjamin Moore colours. I'm saving my pennies for a Mini Gourmet, which will look perfect even in my incy wincy kitchen.


In addition to managing this fantastic business, Patrick and Joyce are renovating their gorgeous home, the Golding House, built c. 1893. You can read more about the home's history here and their restoration here. And you can follow their blog to see their progress. They're truly an inspiring couple and I'm delighted to have Fine Artist Made as a sponsor on Ill Seen, Ill Said!


Image credits: Clawfoot tub bathroom and kitchen renos by Sandy Agrafiotis, all other photos by Joyce

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