well, I had an amazing trip. Sweden was everything I had hoped it would be and more. Stockholm is a gorgeous city and many photographs were taken. Thought I would share a few with you today.
Enjoy these sights from Sweden….
this little guy had his breakfast right outside our window every morning. he was quite sweet and not exactly shy.
I loved the branches that many people had hung on their doors. Im not sure exactly what its all about but I loved how simple and elegant it looked.
There were beautiful flowers both inside and out. The Swedes do love their blomma and I love them for it. So many delightful flower shops, I think I must have stopped to chat with each proprietor. And all public places are filled with color too. I saw a lot of allum and this park was also filled with divine lavender.
a few more post to come …
simple, beautiful utilitarian pieces with modern appeal fill the virtual shelves of Urban Cartel. I am smitten with the soft glazes and the controlled organic nature of this “contemporary porcelain” from the melbourne, australia shop.
I have mostly white dishes & prep bowls in my kitchen and any of these would easily accompany them. The thought of using the lipped bowls in my next (and probably unsuccessful) baking endeavor makes me quite happy indeed.
I found this little hide-away on justine’s lovely blog designskool. I was immediately transported to the familiar… the costal maine air heavy with the sea and that smooth rock coast line beneath bare feet. Its a place I know intimately even without having been to this beautiful little cottage set on one of maine’s many costal marshes. It embodies what is special about new england and maine in particular… & you could rent it if you like. I would certainly like to.
images: justine @designskool & harbor cottage website
views from my week back east. I instagramed my way right through those few days but thought it would be fun to put them all together. It was truly a wonder time away.
Im on instagram @ cottagefarm.
delicate and distinctly beautiful ceramics. Even through the computer screen they seem as light as paper. And I love the way they are displayed here… just big nails to hold things up.
loving the work of caroline swift.
“I recently received a fine printed catalog from one of my favorite antique silver dealers, SJ Shrubsole, located on 57th Street here in New York. In the introduction, the proprietor, Eric Shrubsole, tells a charming story about his parents. His mother would visit his father’s shop in London on occasion, and “from her perch of serene ignorance” she would claim surprise that he still had this or that old thing, orphaned and unsold. His father would answer in exasperation that yes, he still had this thing, and that thing, and that thing, and if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have a business anymore. Many decades later their son concludes, “My point is that inventory is the proof of a great dealer. We buy what we love; we wait for someone to love it as much as we do.””
this little excerpt is from a post by thomas o’brien on his areo studio website. In his post he discusses his feelings about the current importance placed upon social media for/by small(er) businesses. I like that he has stopped, and asked his reader to stop, and take a moment to consider what impact this has upon a store built around objects with a history…
but the above excerpt struck a particular cord. I feel just as this old silver shop keeper must have and joke with friends that I foster vintage pieces until they can find the right home …. because we- treasure hunters & finders of beautiful things- we buy what we love; we wait for someone to love it as much as we do ….
loving these looks from Margaret Howell. sweet and perfect for cool san francisco summers. mostly neutral with a punch of coral.
…. just divine.
In Ireland over the christmas holiday one of the the best experiences was heading into the butcher shop. I waited in line with a few other ladies and watched as each placed their order with either the butcher or his assistant. After the request was made which ever type of meat was taken from the cooler, the desired cut selected from the whole animal and then skillfully the butcher cut away the exact piece (each time he was with in tenths of the poundage requested) and the customer left with a neat little brown paper package.
(check out the apron!)
I was nearly giddy at my turn, and im sure the butcher was thinking (as some of you may be reading this at the moment) what was up with the silly american. I practically climbed behind the counter to see into the walk-in. Since then I have been thinking that butcher has some of the coolest tools in the trade.
a muse on practice. I have been rolling these little thoughts around in my head for days.
As kids we are constantly told to practice. when I was 9 my music teacher told me if I ever wanted to be any good at the clarinet i would have to practice. I didnt want to be any good at the clarinet and so I didnt practice. Practice at that age sometimes seemed something like a punishment. I should have been in practicing my instrument diligently but where I really wanted to be was outside playing. Playing is really what you want to be doing at that age, after all.
In high school when I was first interested in photography my teacher stressed the importance of diligently learning and practicing the proper techniques. He was rigid in this stance. All i wanted to do was be out shooting, having fun, seeing how things looked through the lens and that translated onto paper
But now as an adult practice has become synonymous with play. I relish the opportunity to practice making a flower arrangement or playing with Polaroid film a perfect exposure is achieved. And i wonder at what point these two, play and practice, merged. Practice has become a welcomed luxury and something self-motivated. I actually want to practice doing the things I am passionate about. In graduate school the importance of play was often stressed (ok, it was art school) but the impetus behind the conversation was that often as adults we dismiss play as a childish notion and it is not tied to productivity. But play (or what I now think of as practice) is/can be very fruitful. It seems so very important at this point and I sometimes have to remind myself that it is a good activity, a good use of time.
Maybe they were just having us practice for the practice…
hope that wasn’t too tortuous, thanks for sticking with my random wednesday thoughts