August 26, 2009
Festina lente means to make haste slowly. It is Cosimo I de Medici’s motto, illustrated by a tortoise with a sail for a tail.
It is also a style of modern classical music exemplified by Arvo Part, an Estonian composer.
I am a fan of both:)
March 13, 2009
Leprechaun sitings in the deep south…
February 18, 2009
My cousin got married this weekend. This, in combination with the Valentine’s Day romance onslaught and the ridiculous proliferation of cute babies that were to be seen as the weather grew more hospitable, lead me to think about love and marriage and family and all that fun stuff. Conclusion: I have years to go and hundreds of things to do before that begins to be factored in. Perks of being 24 in this day and age. But, in the meantime, I’d settle for a sentiment and gesture like this. Call me romantic. Call me demanding. So beautiful, though. And rendered tragic, by the title.
February 13, 2009
I miss home.
February 10, 2009
February 10, 2009
This makes me think fondly of the boys in high school… and their subsequent status facebook pictures;-)
February 9, 2009
Everyone needs their dose of cheesiness to really get into their day.
January 30, 2009
I ve been looking for the word for this thing all week: un inhalateur!! This one isn’t nearly as pretty as the ones we have back home. Oh the bliss to have my face comfortably lodged in the funnel of such a contraption with a yellow and white striped dishcloth over my head. Hmm… There are very few instances when my dad actively took care of me. Busting this puppy out and adding eucalyptus scents to it like his mommy used to was one of them. Priceless memory. I wish nostalgia came in a pill and could cure all ills. If it did, I’d be the healthiest woman alive.
January 29, 2009
January 16, 2009
It’s terribly un-PC, but I really really want a fur hat.
[Garance Dore again]
and finally, more casually…
Not 100% crazy about that last one, but I like the spirit in which it is worn.
So… off to the vintage stores for me! And I’ll try not to cry as I think of the really cute one I tried on and contemplated buying when I was in St. Petersburg two summers ago.
Sigh… I’m a terrible person. I love fur. I hate the way fake fur feels. Maybe vintage is the answer?