I opened my curtains later than usual yesterday and saw this and thought about who lives in my building and who it might have been for. And I get by most days by inhibiting the idea of all of those I live in such close quarters with. But, occasionally, it's nice to know they're there, to bear witness to facets of the lives running parallel to my own.
And much as whoever did it for their beloved, they would have known that we would all look down and become involved in their gesture, without show, but quietly and mysteriously. And that seemed lovely.
My own weekend has been shrouded by easy, gentle things. I did a lot of writing and made hot drinks. I lay on my bed and listened to music, looked at magazines and dipped into books and journals. I threw on my most worn and favourite jeans and sweater, padded around in socked feet and closed my eyes sometimes for minutes, just listening to the melt outside.
Products: Current/Elliott The Boyfriend cropped straight-leg jeans from Net-a-Porter | Boy by Band of Outsiders Chunky Cable Pullover from La Garconne | No. 3 Flower Urn from Frances Palmer | Cathy Waterman Rustic Diamond Thorn Post Earrings from Twist | Vellum books from 1st Dibs | Ripple porcelain mugs from ABC Home |
Photograph: Erica Tanov's bedroom photographed by Leslie Williamson. Leslie has a Kickstarter project right now that I contributed to over the weekend. You can read about it here. Hers is one of my favourite blogs so I'm delighted to lend her my support.