saturday shopping list - august 14th

vintage brass magnifying glass on stand, from fqmercantile

"o spirit of the summer-time!

bring back the roses to the dells;

the swallow from her distant clime,

the honey-bee from drowsy cells.

bring back the friendship of the sun;

the gilded evenings calm and late,

when weary children homeward run,

and peeping stars bid lovers wait.

bring back the singing; and the scent

of meadow-lands at dewy prime;

oh, bring again my heart's content,

thou spirit of the summer-time!"

~  'song. o spirit of the summer-time!', by william allingham

the first break in the summer heat, here in georgia today, brings with it the stirrings of change in the air.  that very essence which pulls from within the desire for cozy cardigans, and cinnamon scented air, and softer light... all while trying to hold on to fresh summer produce, and refreshing swims, and breezy summer dresses.  i suppose this is the very nature of august.

underwater cuff funky summer style, by spectaclealamaison

vintage pine needle basket tray, from ponyjigger

blue front tie coat/ dress, by 13threads

hanging test tube vase, by pigeontoeceramics

i do not understand original painting, by dreamlifepaintings

chic natural linen fat eighth set of 5, from uniqueshiny

it was always better on that purple couch, by artbyelizabethbauman

crochet covered bottle, by lockandspoon

heavens above white flax sundress, by thesimpson

white lace filigree long necklace, by baronika5

emily was here petite point peeptoes, from 5gardenias

happy saturday

'for what i was became the now'...

{ 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 }

{ untitled; by breathing exercises }

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 }

{ untitled; by matt wilson }

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 monday 

saturday shopping list - august 7th

amor gown, by ktjean

"-- or to lie naked in sand,

in the silted shallows of a slow river,

fingering a shell,

thinking:

once i was something like this, mindless,

or perhaps with another mind, less peculiar;

or to sink down to the hips in a mossy quagmire;

or, with skinny knees, to sit astride a wet log,

believing:

i'll return again,

as a snake or a raucous bird,

or, with luck, as a lion.

i learned not to fear infinity,

the far field, the windy cliffs of forever,

the dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,

the wheel turning away from itself,

the sprawl of the wave,

the on-coming water."

~  excerpt from 'the far field', by theodore roethke

newflower bud vase reed diffuser, by almapottery

marmalade necklace, by theblueballoon

edible chocolate filled toadstools, by andiespecialtysweets

hand crocheted decorative throw natural herdwick, by namolio

petit pois upcycled and embellished bag, by lamarquisedesanges

lemonade, by fashionloft

xlarge basket, by kikiweavers

wooden birdhead cup, by naturedesign

archival fine art print to the discord of many, by justinrichel

shabby architectural aged cast iron rabbit, by wiltsiebridgecs

fancy velveteen slippers, from spunsugarvintage

and here is a shopping list inspired treasury (with a few additional lovelies)

happy saturday

listening...

{ 'falling', by the civil wars }

infusing some loveliness into my day of cleaning house

happy wednesday

the three excuses...

{ nuestro mundo. [explore], by the dreams' princess }

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

sorry for the lack of posts this past week, but i do have plenty of excuses lined up:


excuse number one:  i did spend a few days, with my sister and nephew and niece, down by the lake in a yurt... completely (and delightfully) free of all technology.  despite the excessive heat, it truly was a lovely few days with a lake for swimming, forest trails for walking, and a campfire for marshmallow roasting.  no computer, no phone, no thoughts beyond nature, family, friends, and bugs... 


excuse number two:  the bugs.  normally i find that i'm a magnet for all pesky, nibbling (or blood sucking) bugs.  therefore, i fully expected to walk away from the trip resembling some horrifying page from a dermatology manual.  how pleasantly surprised i was to find a lack of such bugs around the campsite. the reason?  bug eating wasps... hundreds of bug eating wasps.  and one in particular, which flew up my jumper for a sting.  i had a bit of a reaction to the sting, coming home with swelling, pain, and an excessive feeling of fatigue which led to seventeen straight hours of sleep... never in my life have i slept so long.  it took another day to fully awaken from the haze...


excuse number three:  when i did finally emerge from the murky waters, i had a brand new sewing machine yet to be played with... along with piles of textiles for custom orders waiting to be stitched.  another day of stitching awaits my hands today, but not before i took a few moments to share some lovelies from flickr...


enjoy!

{ untitled, by *ale }

{ clara in new york city, by chrissie white }

{ a. *explored* #12, by maciek lesniak }

{ untitled, by threecowboys }

{ untitled, by anna amphigorously }

{ the drop, by lissy elle }

happy sunday