Sunday best: Happy Halloween!

I love Halloween but this year I've reeled it right back. No parties, no entertaining. I just bought a bunch of mini white pumpkins and arranged them on my Herriott Grace cakestands and I think they look beautiful and restrained and that seems to suit my mood right now. And so this Sunday I have nothing worth telling planned and I'm reveling in that alone. Just a book to finish and some writing to do. Sunday errands round it off. And I feel like this is just the perfect thing to wear today.

Yesterday, I got a long overdue haircut. An hour squirming and trying to avoid eye contact with myself while I sat there made me confront how tired and drawn I look right now. So, I'm thinking about skincare and make-up and wondering if any of this can be improved. I'm trying to not feel bad about it but I definitely need some kind of pick-me-up on the appearance front.

And, I'm pretty sure drinking more water and eating more greens would help too. They took away our water coolers at work (!) and since then, I've become terrible about drinking enough while I'm in the office. On the upside, I've been taking my Vitamin D every day (very important up here) and also taking an vegetarian omega supplement that tastes vile and reminds me of the Cod Liver Oil Mum used to spoon down us when we were young. Shudder!

And I've been working out 5-6 times a week for the last month and I feel a lot better for it. Still, I'd like to lose some weight too so I should probably start looking more closely at my diet. Though my office doesn't supply water, they do supply candy and I've been hitting the sweet stash for afternoon pick-me-ups. The worst part is I don't even like that kind of candy so it's not even satisfying. But Sunday's a great day for having optimistic thoughts about new goals, so I'm feeling upbeat.

Have a Happy Halloween, friends!

Products: Cotton-cashmere cardigan from J.Crew Men / Wool Voile Scoop Top from Built by Wendy / Apolis + Matteo Linen Scarf from Apolis via Honey Kennedy / Fresh Sugar Lip Treatment SPF 15 from Sephora / Straight Leg Jean from Toast / Mini Fox Head ring from Pyrrha / Ally Capellino Canvas Tote from Steven Alan / White pumpkin via / Clarks Originals “wallabee shoe” from Gravity Pope


A long week. The weather has been tempestuous, high winds and racing clouds and temperatures that can't be guessed at. But I don't mind all that. Inclement weather, I can get behind.

What I can't get behind is this: How many of my friends are struggling. With debt from university, trying to earn money from skills that should be valued and aren't, to be noticed above the grandstanders and fakers they work with. I'm feeling sad for us all and could do with hearing some good news. Somebody getting a start who doesn't have a trust fund or rich husband or who doesn't have epic connections to press upon.

I'm pretty beat from feeling this way. And some of these more personal posts take a lot out of me. Not the writing so much, but the angst. The terror reading every comment and the feeling of rejection when there are no new ones. And sometimes I hear Mum's voice ringing in my head saying, don't give everything away, people never value what they get for free. And in those moments, I feel like I do too much here for nothing.

Still, I'm happy for weekends and for pumpkins to be carved. And I'm reveling in some of what I've seen this week - the first photo in this post from Jordan - gorgeous! And rosemary and thyme candied pecans sound like a thing of perfection. I love this holiday stamp for festive cards and I think a glitterball on my windowsill might be all I really need right now. I also updated my Tumblr with some recent inspiration

Have a good weekend!

Image credits: 1. Kirk Albert Vintage Furnishings, 2. Untitled, 3. Reader, I married him., 4. Untitled

A poem for Thursday

There was a brief moment of thinking, I want to move back to Ireland. I pictured a mossy house and different kind of job and windy walks. I ignored the sadness of home and reasons for leaving, the smothering history, both personal and not. I told myself people earn more there and homes are cheaper now and a better life would be within my grasp. But I knew I was telling myself tall tales. I'm not a melancholic really and knew I would ride it out.

Maybe it was a desire for things to be non-arbitrary. When you're single and end up living in a place like Toronto, it's easy to feel unhooked. And if after seven years you haven't gathered meaning all around you, you can start to ask questions like, why the hell am I randomly here anyway? And floating and free-falling is all well and good when you're 20-something and there's a beauty to arbitrariness and ultimate freedom in not having anchors. But now I want anchors and hooks and reasons to be in the place I am.

And perhaps I always wanted that and I was fooling myself about how freewheeling I really was. Maybe I'm just more honest these days about what I really want. And I don't know what those hooks and anchors I crave look like and whether they're other people or moments in the world or feelings or all of that. But I read this poem by Margaret Atwood last night and thought there was something to it.

The Moment
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

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Arcs and endings

Things have changed. At the beginning, I worried about too much change and even asked if I would still be me if I kept going this way. Of course, I'm still me, whatever sense you can make of self and identity through time. But, I suppose the conversations I've had have been very concentrated and have filled my mind like a new fragrance that can't be forgotten.

But change, even in subtle ways, changes relationships. Some relationships withstand that, and much more. But others don’t. Dominique Browning wrote a post about this a while ago and it stayed with me. Her tone stayed with me too. When you’re happier where you are now, there’s no real, deep resentment of what has transpired. When one friend told me she just wanted the old Jane back, I knew I was staring down one of those situations. I looked at her and knew that wasn't on the cards. A curious sort of coolness set in; nonplussed though still admitting the sadness of it, for me and for her.

I went to Alaska in 1997 for only 4 days and met a woman at the hostel I stayed at called Tammy and we paired up and toured around together. She was from San Francisco and sold secondhand clothes and I was a silly 21 year old, in Alaska in September without a coat. But I liked her instantly and I remember her still. Maybe it was an odd kind of synchronicity or a certain devil-may-care attitude that our brief stint in Juneau brought out in us, hopping on float planes and seeing grizzly bears. Still, we never stayed in touch nor even planned to.

I’ve been thinking about change and how random and idiosyncratic relationships are. Some friends have put up with me happy, sad, vegetarian, meat-eating, academic, secretary, journalist, in crazy relationships, relationship-phobic. No matter what bullshit manifested, they’ve been there. Others have signed up with one version of Jane and when the program changes, they’re out. And sometimes it's not the people at all, but the stuff around us that changes. All these things are dynamic in the world and unfathomable and I do this as much as it’s done to me. Relationship and friendships aren’t straight lines or perfect arcs and they don’t come with timelines.

And this is the most frequent way relationships end. Without a big explosion, without a sense of right and wrongdoing. We accept this all the time, though I don't think we're ever able to tell ourselves an adequate or satisfactory story of what has transpired. I notice this theme - the blameless end of relationships of all kinds - running through a lot of my stories. I think I'm drawn to it because it doesn't make for dramatic storytelling with lofty swoops and drops from on high. Very little seems to happen. Yet so much has changed by the end of them.

Image from bee hives / cassie kammerzell on Flickr

Inspiring women: Gwyneth Johnstone

One of the many reasons I hold firmly the belief that World of Interiors is among the best publications (in any class, not just interior design) is because I learn so much when I read it. It doesn't dwell exclusively on commerce and consumption and the writing is as lively and intelligent as the pictures are beautiful.

I don't know whether it's a deliberate part of their editorial mandate, but they also profile many female artists and designers. And they're not the botoxed women you see in other publications. These women are real creators and I always relish curling up and learning more about them and feeling inspired by their lives.

In September 2007, WoI featured Gwyneth Johnstone. I loved her work, her home, the portrait of her by Antony Crolla and her twinkling, confident ways. The oil portrait of Johnstone as a young woman in the second image was painted by her father.

Taught by her father to paint, Johnstone did not thrive at art school, claiming to be a poor student at the Slade School and later to be confused by her Cubist teacher Andre Lhoté in Paris. Perhaps as a result, her style is more daring and individual than many of contemporaries. In the feature, critic Terence Mullaly describes Gwyneth as a "gentle, wayward poet of paint... unsullied by fashionable trends... pursuing a highly personal course". Beautiful.

Artist Gwyneth Johnstone featured in World of Interiors, September 2007. Photography scanned from WoI by Antony Crolla (also here).

Button back armchair

Minus the vile cushion (what were their stylists thinking?), I feel that this button back armchair from Graham & Green is a thing of perfection that would like to live in my bedroom, upholstered in the palest pink linen (like the one from Canvas).

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Current inspiration

Here's a random assortment of images that have been capturing my imagination of late. I actually purchased the Anna Emilia print (a rare splurge since I've bought next-to-nothing of late). William Morris patterns have been haunting me (as have fabrics from Rapture and Wright). I'm craving pattern, Bloomsbury style and, as always,  bookish spaces.

Image credits: Daffodil wallpaper, by William Morris from V&A Prints / Corfield Shirt from Katherine Hooker / Image scanned from World of Interiors Sept 2010, photography by Simon UptonApple Blossom Meadow, a print of a painting by Anna Emilia / Clover wallpaper, by William Morris from V&A Prints / Image via Design*Sponge

Where we blog from: Bright.Bazaar

I don't know what's wrong with me; I must have been hiding under a rock not to have been following Will of Bright.Bazaar for longer than I have. Of course, the second I "discovered" Will, he seemed to be everywhere - mentioned in innumerable blogs and with a column in Rue magazine. It's safe then to assume you already are familiar with Will's amazing blog. So, without any more nattering from me, this is where Will blogs from and what he has to say about it...

I've long been a fan of Jane's blog and given I discovered her blog through this very series it is a delight to now be a part of it, sharing my own blogging space. I write daily over at Bright.Bazaar about all things colourful in the whelm of interiors, please do pop by and say hello if you feel like a little colour hit!

This is the view from where I sit as I put together the layouts for my posts, and when I write them. When we moved into the new apartment I knew I would like blogging in this spot because it looked out over the park. I bought the desk from IKEA for it's simplicity; this was key to the purchase as behind the desk area is the living room - an array of colourful stripes and brights. (You can see more of my living room space, here.) As such, I felt this area needed to be calmer space; using a palette of black, grey and white served to zone the work area as a separate space to the rest of the open plan living room.

You didn't think I'd wouldn't have any colour though, did you? Of course not! I added in yellow accents to give a subtle synergy with the main living room scheme, but kept them to a minimum to ensure that the desk area maintained its identity as the workspace. I like how the flap clock and the silhouetted grandfather clock work in unison with one another, especially on a Sunday when the red colour of the 'day' flap matches the swinging pendulum.

On the desk itself I've kept things simple: I have a pile of books for inspiration, whilst a framed photograph by Barbara Chandler and Oliver the owl soften the gap between the desk and the windowsill. Finally, I bought new hardware for the drawer pull and used some leftover fabric to line the inside of the drawer.

Thanks for having me, Jane!

Thanks Will!

Sunday best: Business time

A few weeks ago, I went over to Laura's house to help her paint and she wore the t-shirt we got from our work sports day. Then she sang the team-building part of It's Business Time to me. Today, I'm painting and guess what song I keep singing? Uhm, thanks Laura... this one's for you!

Product information: Selvedge Chambray Large Handkerchief (Bandana) from Hickorees Hard Goods / Team Building Exercixe '99 Tee from Cafe Press / Benjamin Moore paint deck / Revival DAB (RD 60) from Roberts / Scotch blue painter's tape / TSP / Benjamin Moore Natura paint / Paint roller / Vintage slim jean from J.Crew / Drop cloth via Remodelista / Navy Canvas Classics from Toms


Last weekend, I started painting my bedroom. I got the ceiling and the trim done and then I could feel myself getting sloppy, so I stopped and left the walls for this weekend. It has meant my apartment has not felt a mess this week, so I'm looking forward to being done and getting everything back just so (yes, I'm slightly obsessive about neatness).

As I type this though, I'm feeling pretty giddy. I've been sitting on a project (nay, a daydream) for a long time and I finally started to firm up some ideas this evening. You know that initial fizzle that accompanies a new project? Boy, that's the best feeling. It's really nothing too dramatic and I'm a long way off having anything to share (if indeed I ever get there) but right now it all feels pretty possible.

So much loveliness around the blog world: Chelsea inspired me to nab a couple of these calendars. And check out this daybed she blogged too. Also, it's breaking my heart that I won't be at Little Winter; Chelsea and Abby and Anabela and Nikole and Shanna - it doesn't get much better than that!

Speaking of Anabela - did you see the 1010 project? Yowza that girl can point a camera. And I neglected to mention Jen's amazing Sneak Peek in Design*Sponge in my last round up. I really want to break into her house and steal things. Wow... Just step back and look at these talented ladies that I've got to know through blogging. It's hard not to gush once in awhile. Also, this post moved me and this story tickled me the way fables do.

So, a weekend of painting for Janey... What are you up to? Have a good one!

Image credits: 1. Untitled, 2. Untitled, 3. I believe in too much. (Day 266), 4. Warm Greeting

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I was completely transfixed by the images from the Wunderzeichenbuch (wonder book) in October's World of Interiors. These images of celestial bodies are equal parts fancy and scientific record. My favourite is one that portrays a comet with an arm wielding a sword. 

Stephanie tweeted this Werner Herzog paper 'On the Absolute, the Sublime, and Ecstatic Truth' last week and I read it on the weekend. With my head full of thoughts of the sublime and its relation to reality and these struck me as perfect illustrations of that tension beautifully exploded.

Images from World of Interiors, sourced via

Grace Sun

I'm loving this season's combinations of greys, blacks and brighter jewel tones. Last week it was Aymara's saffron, this week Grace Sun's teal blues are seducing me. The blue combo is one I'm more likely to wear (blue is virtually the only colour I wear) and this particular shade is complexion-flattering for me.

Inspiring women: Alice Munro

I love the slow and deliberate burn of a short story, the way it can cast a short-lived but intense burst of light around a perfectly-formed moment. Alice Munro is a Canadian short-story writer, winner of the 2009 Man Booker International Prize for her lifetime body of work, three-time winner of Canada's Governor General's Award for fiction, and a perennial contender for the Nobel Prize.

I've repeatedly said that I like stories where nothing happens the most. Plot is secondary for Munro. It's her ability to write women that draws me in (like William Trevor, another short story writer I adore, in this regard). But her empathy for her gender isn't overdone; her language is spare and precise making the emotional depth of her writing more resonant and real than stories with a more lyrical style.

I love this photograph of Munro taken in the Long Room of my alma mater, where she was awarded the Booker. Photo via.

PJ nights

On these dark evenings, if I'm not going out, I resort to a child-like routine. After dinner and exercise, I run a bath and then I'm in PJs for the rest of the night. Although I love my M&S men's pajamas, which I stock up on when I get home, I always lust after Toast's offerings... 

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Elena Lyakir

In the current (beautiful) edition of Elle Decor, I honed straight in a beloved a familiar space - the apartment of Ochre / Canvas couple Hariet Maxwell MacDonald and Andrew Corrie. In their bathroom, I particularly loved the artwork. It's the work of Elena Lyakir. From her portfolio, I especially liked the Ave series.

Where we blog from: Lottie Loves

Charlotte is the blogger behind Lottie Loves. A writer and researcher, Charlotte also has an exquisite eye for intelligent and fun design and she consistently turns up incredible, new-to-me finds. Her blog space embodies the very same clean and light aesthetic as her blog (I love when blogger's spaces actually "match" their blog!). This is where Charlotte blogs from and what she has to say about it...

Hello Jane… Thanks for having me take part in your Where we blog from series… I started Lottie Loves earlier this year when I took the leap from the world of nine to five to work freelance as a writer and researcher… I finally found I had enough time to start and maintain a blog alongside my other work and am loving it. I live in West London with my husband and at the moment we both work from our new (first) home. He has the desk in our spare bedroom so I mainly work and blog from our dining room table.

We found the table in a local junk shop, I painted the underneath and we polished the top. The painting next to it is of me and is by the artist Simon Henwood.

I also do quite a lot of my blogging and blog research in the evening while sitting on the sofa with the tele or radio on. It makes a change from being at my desk all day.

We moved into our flat around 5 months ago and while it is still a work in progress (we still have pictures to hang, furniture to buy) we are getting there. The Rob Ryan on our mantlepiece was a wedding present which I love. We've created a very relaxed, calm space in which to live and work which is really what we wanted.

When I'm not blogging or working you can usually find me on my bike… especially on days like today when it is blue skies and sunny!

Thanks Jane for having me take part…

Thanks Charlotte!

P.S. If you would like to participate in Where we blog from, please e-mail me at jane[at]janeflanagan[dot]ca for information. Thanks!

Sunday best: Dare to dress up

Sundays are usually pretty casual in these here parts. But, I fell very hard for this Loeffler Randall coat when I was browsing their website this week. So, I had to assemble a look for it. This look is very laid-back luxe and I love how easy it is, while still cutting an elegant silhouette.

It's all about the details. I've adore the font on the watch, the buttons on the sweater, the beautiful folds on the coat, the texture of the purse. It's probably obvious that I've developed a fetish for Satomi Kawakita, but this ring is by far my favourite - I'm crazy for it. And after trying out every gold nail polish in Holts & Sephora, I settled on this NARS one as my favourite; it has a pinkish hue to it that I adore.

On watches: I don't wear one (do you?) but I really want a nice one. Of course, I have very particular mandates: I detest roman numerals (they seem so pompous) and the number 6 (which is my lucky number) has to be pretty. When you start paying attention, you'll notice how many 6's are obscured on watches. I like round faces the best. The Arceau, the Max Bill and classic Timex Easy Reader are my favourites...

Products: Clubmaster sunglasses from Ray-Ban / Draped pocket coat from Loeffler Randall / Military Button Sweaterby See by Chloé from La Garconne / Arceau watch from Hermes / Woven Portfolio Clutch from Jessica Jensen / Ring from Satomi Kawakita / Lila Ambra from Folk shoes / 7 for all mankind jeans from Net-a-Porter / Lipstick from Laura Mercier / Adelita Nail polish from NARS / Cologne from Jo Malone


I feel like this week flew! Nothing eventful, but a fine week. I'm behaving remarkably normally right now. I suppose this is the balanced existence I've been shooting for all along, but it's all feeling a bit staid, so I might have to root around for some adventure and conquest. If I'm not feeling the fear about some thing or another, I start to get bored with myself. Thankfully, I have a few things up my sleeve that should prove new and challenging and potentially rewarding.

I have a guest post up over on The Marion House Book today (thanks Emma for having me and I hope you're having a lovely vacation!). If you're visiting from Emma's you might like to read her 'Where we blog from' post here!

Nole is already working on her 2011 calendar round-ups. Pretty calendars are a regular stocking stuffer and self-gift of mine, so this is an indispensable shopping list. And over on Lottie Loves, this book caught my eye too. New work from Twig Hutchinson always brings a smile. And these clothes from Masscob gave me with itchy shopping fingers.

I have lots and lots of unused vacation days, so I'm taking this Monday and Tuesday off. I'm hope to motivate myself to paint my bedroom but also to tour neighbourhoods that I haven't been to in a while. Also, I'd like to think about what I really want to get done before the end of the year in Fall, a kind of preemptive strike on New Year's resolutions. What are you up to these days?

Image credits: 1. Untitled, 2. brioche dough turned into honey pecan sticky buns, 3. Untitled, 4. tear


Knitwear is irresistible to me at the moment. And for a girl who loves her blues and silvers, I'm really drawn to saffron, mustard and gold; autumn going to my head! These knits from Aymara are beautifully textured too and I especially love the combination of textures on the little girl. So sweet... and yet I really just want to raid her closet.

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Pintuck tunic

A cute tunic (from Plumo), beautiful tights and knee-high boots. I would add a scarf (wish it were this one!). And there you have it: My ideal uniform.

Inspiring women: Eileen Gray

Eileen Gray is now regarded as one of the most important designers of the 20th century but was disregarded for much of her career. At a time when most of her peer designers were male, Gray developed a reputation as a designer and architect, focused on synaesthetic and sensual properties of design. It still jars with me (in a beautiful way) to think of Gray as Irish-born and indeed her modern sensibility was under-appreciated by her native country in her lifetime.

Since 1978 the Museum of Modern Art has had the E1027 adjustable table in their permanent collection. The National Museum of Ireland has an Eileen Gray permanent exhibition on display in Collins Barracks.

Image via

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I have a vivid memory of a Sunday dinner in Grandad's house. It was a sad house at that time, I think Gran Mary-Jo had already died. Or maybe I'm confused about that. It's hard to know where sadness came from when you're little. Maybe I was just a melancholy child, as I seem to be a melancholy woman.

Grandad was standing over the stove and there was a shelf above that with an old radio. The radio was on and John Lennon's Imagine came on. And a hush descended. I could tell we were all listening to the song and that it was a moving one. And I listened to the words and felt the force of the song and its singer without knowing who or why or what it was all about. I could sense that it was a hopeful song, though it knew the odds were stacked against it and that the singer knew that too.

But I was confused. Sunday in Ireland also meant mass. And my grandfather, with his polished brogues and brown cardigan, also went to mass every day. The kitchen was hushed like a congregation hushed listening to a hymn. But the words "imagine there's no religion" confused me in that company.

I had never been presented with the idea that religion was something to be wished away. But here were the very people who dug deep into it, revering a song that said just that. I listened and felt conflicted, thinking this can't be right. And I knew there was a lot more to all this and that all of this was intriguing in ways beyond my childish reach. When I hear the song now, I still feel the atmosphere in that kitchen with the pots of potatoes and starch hanging heavy in the air. 

And I wish my Grandad had lived until I was older so we could have talked about some of this. Though I don't even know if he was the kind of man who would have wanted to talk or if he would have grown impatient and frustrated with my quizzing.

I suppose the beauty of losing so much so young is that I can imagine it to be whatever I want. So, yes, I imagine my grandfather talking to me about anything I want to talk about, his eyes shining bright when we really got down into it.

I wrote this last Saturday which would have been John Lennon's 70th birthday.

Christopher Fischer

I'm not a label-junkie and definitely consider myself to have a more casual style. But I do like luxury of certain sorts, especially when it comes to beautiful materials like sumptuous leather or fine scarves (my biggest weakness) and, especially this time of year, gorgeous cashmere.

On the weekend, I was in Augustina and ran my hands over their small but perfect collection of cashmere from New Scotland, Demylee and Christopher Fischer (shown here). Cashmere never, ever looks as good on websites as it does in person, but I had to share these nevertheless.

Where we blog from: Small Expectations

Many of you likely know Jamie Shelman as an artist with a penchant for her feline friends. I especially adore (and covet) her watercolours, most especially her paintings of fruit. And Summer Wildflowers has been on my wishlist for so long, I consider it virtually mine. Jamie is also a blogger over at Small Expectations, where she shares work-in-progress, inspiration and other adventures. This is where Jamie blogs from and what she has to say about it...

View of my desk: As my husband Tom says "piles everywhere like a cow pasture". I love to draw on loose sheets of paper. I keep my paints in a French cookie tin.

My weapons of choice: Many an oak and poplar have died for me.

Skylight in our kitchen: Like the idea that gifts from God could fall through our roof more easily (that or a meteorite loaded with gold deposits and a leprechaun hanging on...)

Tom makes us cafe au lait every morning, with croissant. It's our raison d'etre or at least a reminder to take time to enjoy things.

Thanks Jamie!

Sunday best: Giving thanks

Happy Thanksgiving! I'm a day early, but excited to enjoy a relaxing day and some tasty eats, to take long strolls and savour the weather. This Thanksgiving, I'm most grateful for just being in a better place than I was this time last year, or even six months ago. And I'm thankful for learning to find happiness in the in-between. It's taken a lot of work and I've had a lot of support to get there.

A lot of that support has come from my blog. I know some people detest my heart-on-sleeve approach to blogging (and like to let me know just how much they do), but I have no interest in creating content that's not honest. I'm thankful to the people who read my blog with kindness and empathy and who share their own thoughts and ideas too. I don't think I can ever verbalize the effect your comments have on me, particularly when I've felt vulnerable and insecure.

Thank you. 

Products: Decorative Pumpkins & Gourds from Pottery Barn / Manitu Short Sleeve Pullover from Toast / Scalloped Potatoes with Leeks from Martha Stewart / Signet ring from Conroy & Wilcox / Recipe cards from Rifle Paper Co. / Lucille Buckle Boot from Timberland Boot Company / Vivienne Westwood Anglomania Philosophy canvas skirt from Net-a-Porter / Autumn leaves via / Ruffoni Hammered Copper Sauce Pot from Williams Sonoma


A day off! I'm so relieved to be away from the office for a day. I hope to get some serious writing and thinking done today, but also to enjoy this Fall weather, since it's so fleeting and perfect.

I feel like I'm mid-thought as I write this; thinking half-baked thoughts about things I'm not yet ready or able to share. But it was a good week in that I exercised a lot, cooked good food, am reading good books and getting good sleep. Simple, but at times elusive, pleasures...

Still, a deeper craving for change is starting to surface and I'm vacillating between two paths: One ambitious and driven and the other more subtle and staid. I guess I'm always feeling the push-pull of those two things. Stephanie linked to this piece from her Tumblr and it resonates with me. Though it's never just that simple is it? (Not for those of us without a trust fund, anyway...)

Also, my friend started a Tumblr for his beautiful short, short stories (The Madness of Angela Grey is my favourite, so far). And I've been thinking about drifting and roaming all week, so also I loved these little drifters.  Finally, let me just say, Eilis Boyle's new collection is magnificent. I teared up when I saw it this week... she astounds me.

Wishing you all a beautiful weekend!

Image credits: 1. Untitled, 2. broken., 3. anemones, 4. Ferrari

Current wants

I never thought I could be so disciplined with money as I am right now. But that's not to say I'm not making mental notes of things I might buy at some future date and time, yet to be determined. Chelsea blogged this sweater from Cardigan and I'm seriously looking at it daily. And e-mails from Upla (I should really unsubscribe from them altogether) always remind me I want one of their bags.

I still (still!) want a Pyrrha J necklace (seriously, what does it take to get some secret admirers around here?). And, since my enjoyment of winter goes up in proportion with my ability to stay upright on ice, I think I'll buy some new boots (possibly Blundstones to be alternated with my old faithful Bean boots).

But that's it - remarkably subdued considering I should be feeling seriously deprived of shopping treats. There's nothing too dramatic, certainly nothing glamorous, on this list. Yet I would love every one of these things and wear them to death. What unglamorous things are you wishing for?

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3. Dandelion from Moooi


I'm a completely casual girl. But I can't resist these gorgeous, cocooned, elongated looks from Verlaine. Everything here is so sensual and elegant and I love all that soft folding and wrapping. Oh, to be tall!