prairie seed...

sweetly delicate occupied japan tea cup

in addition to adding lots of new handmade and vintage lovelies to the prairie seed shop this month, my sister and i are also blogging again regularly over on prairie seed (i've shared to latest post below)...


and, as our way of joining in on the snowy fun (in snowless atlanta), we're having a 15% off store-wide sale in the ps shop, now through the 21st... simply enter coupon code SNOWDAYS  when you check out


so head on over for a sweet discount on some fun dry goods!

trailing arbor apron

vintage buttery yellow pitcher/creamer

i thought i would share our latest prairie seed blog post as well (check out the blog for more):

kinfolk...

dutch oven bread, a film by tiger in a jar

the wonderful kinfolk magazine... a little beauty for the soul.  and what a fantastic gift (for yourself or a loved one)

kinfolk's manifesto:

Kinfolk is a growing community of artists with a shared interest in small gatherings. We recognize that there is something about a table shared by friends, not just a wedding or once-a-year holiday extravaganza, that anchors our relationships and energizes us. We have come together to create Kinfolk as our collaborative way of advocating the natural approach to entertaining that we love.

Every element of Kinfolk—the features, photography, and general aesthetics—are consistent with the way we feel entertaining should be: simple, uncomplicated, and less contrived. Kinfolk is the marriage of our appreciation for art and design and our love for spending time with family and friends.  

kinfolk manifesto, by andrew and carissa gallo

and a few of the delicious images from kinfolk's gallery...

prairie seed




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happy monday

giveaway time!...

as promised, i'm offering a giveaway, to mark three years of this blogging adventure... a huge thank you to all who have shared in my journey, and a welcome to everyone who is new!

so, i've decided to give away one of my single blossom textile orchids... a pretty white blossom for the warming months, which will be tucked into the white english ironstone bowl, pictured below

*** giveaway is now closed.  thanks for all of the truly lovely comments!

* to enter, simply leave a comment...

also,

if you'd like to follow the blog, or are already a follower, i'll give you an additional entry.   (just leave a separate comment)

and i'll throw in another entry if you'd like to post about the giveaway on your blog, or facebook it, or tweet it (again, just leave an additional comment for each entry)

the giveaway is open to everyone, and ends one week from today, next monday night (april 25th).  i will announce the lucky winner on tuesday (april 26th).  

good luck! and a happy monday

for what i was became the now...

sharing another post today, originally published in august of last year, as i continue to reflect on three years of blogging.  


this blog holds, for me, a visual journal of an unexpected path, as i try to imagine the direction it leads...  seeing how i've grown and changed in three years time;  looking forward to the surprise of the next three.  


thanks again to all of you for becoming a part of this adventure...

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{ day 203 take me away, a higher place; by crashbangsqueak }

{ click on the links below the captures to see these lovelies on flickr, and to see more work from each inspiring photographer }

' for what i was became the now '

oh, how you lilt within the blowing air, little pod.

dances wrapped in the familiarity all around, and branches filled in tinkling harmonious sway.

as days advance, the light calls forth movement in the atmosphere.

{ long week; by little love blue }

{ der teufel in roten strumpfhosen. [explored!]; by beluga is the name the white whales go by. }

how fast you hold onto the now, little pod.

time pulling with inevitable force;  such a tenuous grasp for stability.

the frightening exhilaration of the plummet; the length this pod can see.

{ 27 july; by ells ojala }

{ and so the story goes; by carrie jade }

see the bottom dropped from this world, little pod.

terror seizes, leaving fluttered spirals to blindly reach toward solid ground.

how unfortunate, the joy of finite flight is missed.

{ my pillowed world; by lilla ane }

{ always looking up; by andréia takeuchi }

feel wind expelled from lungs, little pod.

dazed, prostrate pod can only gaze upon the distant branch of above. the home.

movement only coming by the winds will to carry the future lay of the land.

{ untitled; by alexis mire }

{ untitled; by jαγbiя∂ee }

a little pod no more,

as split wrappings of this skin disintegrate into earth.

insides laid open for the cycle to make this turn and nourish the depths.  time held dormant in ice.

{ senza fili; by lafides }

{ untitled; by solmaz g daryani }

speak the decision to continue on, little seeds.

clear of pods straddling midsummer days; pods washed away in stormy torrent.

press hands toward kindred spirits, digging into neighboring ground; comfort in companionship.

{ m8; by jesse leake }

{ untitled; by mallory }

now little roots, miraculous footing found.

oh! this new life sprouting from the depths of soul; so immersed, the little pod never felt this future.

vessel changing in a fleeting touch of almost remembrance.

{ untitled; by {e}mma }

{ awaken; by .i travel east. }

these green veiny protrusions, destined for you, little limbs.

such familiarity in this quivering dance; fragility carried by stronger arms.

the difference comes with the view, as eyes look down and up upon the life; every molecule is mine.

{ untitled; by genevievew }

warmth laid out ahead pulls this little tree.

how funny. the time and pain and depth of being that were given over to that frightening journey.

tearing open the inside to force the hand to move, i suppose.

{ untitled; by la sendi }

here i stand tall.

sweeping winds may only sway this strengthened core,

releasing the fear with each piece of my being carried into glorious new realms. 

{ silence is our deepest nature, our home, our common ground...; by misstaken }

{ untitled; by razorbern }

no longer just a piece of the one but of the everything wandering toward forever.




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happy sunday

the path i've paved. the place it leads...

a few words, in lieu of the saturday shopping list today (as i've been out and about on this tremendously warm, spring day).  revisiting a piece i wrote and posted about one year ago, in april of 2010, a result of looking back over three years of posting on this blog...

'dances in molecules'

a soul which dances in the molecules,

soaring on waves of energy... never contained by the earthly body.

oh, how this soul delights in the literal touch ~

rain drops rolling

across the nerve endings of skin;

heart pumping, lungs expanding

to keep pace with the legs' out of control journey downhill;

the subtle hint of flavor

on tongue, and of life cycling through the marrow of this energy vessel;

and that sweet embrace of love...

souls meeting in a dance of tangled limbs,

intoxicating smiles, aroma of young life.

the soul becoming so painfully filled,

so dangerously testing the heart's beating

and the waves of brain's limited space

with emotional exultation. too much.

the soul bursts forth... a peter pan flight of happy thoughts

soaring in sweet release from the container.

holding on to the memory of the senses...

of touch and smell and voice meeting ears.

this soul can float on this pocket of bliss, so long as it avoids

that temptress of physicality.

but, like an addict to their drug, we crave more. for this is life.

this is the miracle body

that proffers our soul this journey.

the never ending work of cells.

so desperately holding on to time

for a soul which only knows the boundaries of such mundane notions

while spending time here on land.

for as we humans live on after gifts of love and glass and fruit whither or break,

carrying the memory rather than the physical object,

so too does the soul.

floating forever on the ecstasy of each second's mortal memory.

a very happy saturday to all of you, and a sincere thank you to all you lovely readers for sharing in my journey...

i'm planning a giveaway for next week... perhaps an orchid?  what would you like to see?

 

olga bennett...

some beautiful images from melbourne photographer olga bennett

you can find more of her work over on her blog, as well...

happy tuesday

giveaway...

wonderful giveaway time, from my mom (imsovintage)!  head over to her blog for a chance to win this lovely handmade pillow (sewn with vintage ticking, linen, and jute, and filled with bamboo stuffing), a primitive child's chalkboard, and two delightful antique cabinet photos... good luck!

happy monday

images to inspire...

just shared some of the gorgeous photography of pia jane bijkerk over on the prairie seed blog... you can head over there to see more lovely images (warning:  drooling my result from viewing these photos!)