new magazines are always nice.
this one is smith journal, which i bought for my boyfriend knowing that i’d read it myself.
it’s actually quite good, in a not-at-all-like-nuts-or-zoo-magazine kind of way. in fact, i’m not sure it contains any remotely sleazy pictures at all (that must be the frankie influence: the perfect magazine for girls to give to guys, i guess).
plus the heavy matte paper gets me every time.
excited about my plants; re-potted all the indoor and outdoor pots on the weekend, now just waiting for the weather to warm up just a little bit more to do the vegie garden…
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some nice pics from burstoid to inspire me (and you) to get out and enjoy the sunshine this weekend
1. faber franco 2. aela labbe 3. paul phung 4. & 5. lukas messner 6. rj shaughnessy 7. teresa queiros 8. charlie engman
i’m f i n a l l y going to this exhibition today.
i haven’t been the best museum-goer of late; life has got in the way, as always. but every time i go i feel invigorated and wonder why i don’t go more often.
maybe that can be my spring resolve (yeah, i made that up. but it sounds good).
i think the genius of margaret howell is that you can imagine wearing her clothes everyday because they go with everything that you (well, i) already own.
in fact, i think the navy and white outfit that i’ve got on today could almost slot right in to this collection, albeit minus the pilling and wrinkles and coffee stains.
her clothes are also the kind that i always look for when opshopping ie. good quality basics to wear forever, but these are just so much nicer.
and i want those sandals. the black ones. really, really, really want.
i am a collector by nature – though perhaps not quite to this level – and often wonder if people think ‘wow, what a load of junk‘ when they visit (especially the backyard studio which hasn’t been cleaned for about two years…).
when i look at all the things in these pictures i imagine that each of them tell a story, or are of sentimental value to their owners.
that’s why i have trouble throwing things out. not rubbish and junk like that, but things. overly sentimental, you could say.
if something was a gift, or handmade or a recommendation or could be used again or reminds me of someone / someplace / sometime: forget it. it’s mine for life.
i am getting better though, especially with regards to new purchases which seem fewer and farther between.
but i would kill for some of the things from this house…
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not sure how i missed this selby visit from a couple of weeks ago, but glad to have discovered it now.
