Unlike my sister-in-law Jaclyn, who has her jewelry neatly displayed, I strew my rings and things all over the house.
Responsible? No. But now that I’ve got a bunch of oyster shells to store them in, my little piles of jewelry are so much more interesting.
‘Tis the easiest thing in the world: I found oyster shells on the beach, cleaned them off, boiled them (to take out the ocean funk), et voila.
Makes me wish I wore more pearls.
The pinks and pastels of an antique china tea cup, bien sur.
And what if it’s a virtual tea party like the one Dream Sequins hosted for her birthday? Well, I’d still wear the same thing. Follow this link to find out what other blogettes would sport. Thanks so much for inviting me, D! And happy birthday!
The Eastside Culture Crawl is like trick-or-treating with art. That you have to pay for. So actually it’s not like trick-or-treating at all. But still — meandering from artist’s studio to artist’s studio is such a lovely way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
It’s where I picked up this little portrait last year. I’ll be out of town this weekend so go for me, will you? And let me know how it is.
I’ve been waiting a long, long, long, long, la-la-la-la-la long time for this. Phoenix is playing the Orpheum on January 22nd! And I have des billets!
I had to post it twice.
Do yourself a favour and click through the tintype photographs by David Sokosh showcasing the new old style on The New York Times. The 90s are back. The 1890s, that is.
Merci bien, la Flore et la Faune, merci bien.
He’s British I think. Judging by all the plaid and tweed. Or he could be Irish.
Either way, with the hunter rain boots and the men’s plaid shirt, my inner old man would be well dressed for the foggy countryside.
I sewed on the elbow patches myself. How shocked are you that I’m actually doing my own DIYing?
And then there’s my hat. Which is from an old man hat shop. In Dublin. Obviously.
Remember Jenny, the lovely Anthology reader who went to Istanbul? Well she’s back. And she, like those who visited that beautiful city before her, looted the Grand Bazaar.
“It’s really an overwhelming labyrinth of shops,” she says. “I got two beautiful necklaces of turquoise and amber (similar to the one that you recently blogged about). I loved how Istanbul was such an eclectic and diverse mix of the old and the new.”
Man, I miss that city. How gorgeous would her two pendants look worn together on two chains of different lengths?
Thanks, Jenny, for sending in the shots.
I can’t help but look forward to the holiday parties. The lights, the dresses, the out-of-town friends. And of course, Mariah Carey “All I Want for Christmas” on repeat.
Admit it: you love that song as much as I do, don’t you?
Image by Beth Retro via The Paris Apartment.
It would be a dream come true.
Spent the weekend at Semiahmoo Resort in Washington and it reminded me how wonderful it is to be inside and hear the waves crash on the shore. Leroy loved it too. But only because he didn’t actually have to go in the water.