26 July 2017

Any Other Way



I wear an awful lot of white dresses. There's not a single item I own more of,  & I doubt this shall ever not be the case. There are the other preordained ensembles I fall to at times when ceremony or muddy fields demand another, but to be honest I only ever feel truly, utterly, irrevocably myself in a white dress. They cover every tide of my heart, every pull of the moon & sun & gravity & feeling & whatever else I am made of. 

I don't mind being the kind of girl who would. Who would, that is, follow unfailingly, every compulsion of her heart ~ in all the measurable & immeasurable ways. I actually don't believe in shallow water, not really: I tend to believe it's all an illusion, the way we way we categorize the things we've deemed big in a world apart from the things we've deemed small. I think it all matters. The things that look molecular ~ like the dress you always reach for ~ and the things that look like everything ~ like how you fall in love. There's something that tethers it all. Nothing is apart. And I feel like it's how I know there are certain ways I am bound to ever, ever be to some degree ~ the kind of girl who will over-feel it all,  who will choose magic over logic every time, who will be a morning bird, sometimes a hermit, often atmospheric, ever a deep-heart dweller, whatever I am, and almost always, in a white dress.

I wouldn't be any other way. 

20 July 2017

Our Breakfast Nook


Like the best things & people in life, she's a work in progress, our little breakfast nook. A corner for morning coffees, for long talks over slow-moving dinner & wine with friends, for afternoons journaling or writing in the margins of a favorite new book. Over the years I've come to appreciate a simpler aesthetic, a more neutral palette (that favors shape & texture over color and pattern) ~ and no place is this truer, than, perhaps, our beloved nook. The more calming this space feels, the more apt I am to happily tinker around making a meal all afternoon, or to stay in for that cup of coffee. 





What I love about it now: 
~ The nook & table were a yard sale find. It's a pretty common set that usually comes in wood. Ours was a bluish-gray and Robbie lovingly, painstakingly painted it white. 
~ The (lack of) color palette. I love the layers of white & wood; they calm me so. And maybe it's just me, but this paring down makes me little wall-mounted crescent basket, a single candlestick or wheel-thrown mug feel a bit like a special art piece. 
~ A trusty sheepskin thrown over a chair. Always! 


What I hope to (slowly) change:
~ Replace one of the chairs with a simple bench. Usually this set comes with a bench, but ours was missing. Because there is so much white & dark wood, we'd love just a plain unfinished pine one....and just imagine it with a sheepskin.
~ Maybe, if I can figure out a way that wouldn't be too crowded...a tiny bit of wall shelving or just some simple hooks for mugs. I love our kitchen, but one thing it's missing is just a bit of open shelving ~ we have so many beautiful pieces I'd love to keep in sight rather than tucked behind cupboard doors.
~ Layers of pillows ~ in neutrals, a mix of textures. I'd like to sew some linen pillowcases this summer to mix in with other found cushions.