Showing posts with label lust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lust. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Desires

Nesting Bowls from Terrain

Press Camera Makeup Bag from Anthropologie


I like cleaning products to look and smell 
like spa products.  
If it comes from an apothecary jar, 
just maybe I can trick myself 
into using it to do housework.



Incanto Ruffle Dinner Plate from Vietri

Or anything by Vietri.


Chan Luu Lace Scarf from Garnet Hill

Silver Heart from Willa Wirth

She's a local silver artist in my Portland neighborhood. 
Her shop is beautiful, and so is her website.


1908 Crazy-Quilt Pillow from Enhabiten on Etsy

I love this Etsy shop!


I'm in window-shopping-magpie mode, both physically and virtually.  Just thought I'd share some lovelies I've been spotting, in case anyone else is craving pretty things in silvery greys, creamy whites, and plummy pinks.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Window Lust


Our 15-year anniversary is coming up next month, and it has me thinking the strangest thoughts about weddings and flowers (maybe that explains the roses and stock from earlier this week) and cakes and favors.  Today I was stopped in my tracks while walking down Newbury Street in Boston.  The window at L'Elite had amazing bridesmaid dresses, one in robin's egg-blue chiffon and the other in this glorious shade of peacock blue-green, which I am calling "Marlowe" in honor of my girlfriend who is in love with this color right now.  I'm in lust with it myself.  I had fun taking the shot above, letting the bridesmaid take all the glory while the bride faded into the reflection of the sky in the window.  

L'Elite is having a sale right now.  Wedding anyone?

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Commodity Fetishism

You can't have everything; where would you put it? 
--Steven Wright 



Okay, I know I shouldn't worship objects, but I have to admit that I do. Not many, but a few.  Don't get me wrong, I buy things--mostly flea market objets--and have been known to cheerily rescue a chair or a lamp from someone's sidewalk trash.  I love having beautiful things, but I rarely worship them.  In fact, I regularly purge my stuff in order to make way for new goodies.  Basically, when it comes to material stuff, I am fickle and unfaithful.  

I do, however, worship a few items: the letter holder my father made; Todd's Babci's rolling pin; the small, achingly beautiful landscape by my friend Nancy; the wooden bowl where I store garlic; and a few other, mostly small things.  Included on this list would have to be the little change purse, pictured above, that I bought a couple of years ago at Camden Lock market in London.  The purse was designed and made by Sophia Afxentiou, and back when I purchased it, she was still making all her own wares and selling them at Camden Lock and the Greenwich craft market.  I think she was fresh out of design school at the time, and I remember talking with her and thinking, she is going to do really well.  

And she has.  Hooray!  She and her partner, Matt Savage, have moved to a space of their own at Trinity Buoy Wharf so they can concentrate more on design, while a family-owned London company is making most of their inventory.  This cheerful, unassuming little bag I bought for a few pounds is so wonderful.  It is made from laminated fabric, the only kind of material they use at Afxentiou, and I stuff everything in it, from change, of course, to receipts, bobby pins, and fabric swatches.  It's indestructible.  I wish I'd bought one in every print.  At the time I snapped up this one, she was also selling huge, brightly colored buttons that looked good enough to eat.  I bought some for a good friend plus a few bags for other friends, but now I need some of those buttons!  She doesn't feature them on her website, so I'm hoping that she carries them at the shop.   

Todd and I are going to be back in London for a little while this summer, and a visit to Afxentiou is high on my list of things to do.  Who knows what triggers one's lust for or attachments to a particular object?  For me, with this little purse, I'm guessing it has everything to do with color and shine.  I told you I was a magpie.  

A couple of pretty things from Afxentiou:



Monday, April 6, 2009

A Girl Can Dream

Stayed up all night writing.  Edited my students' anthology all morning. Sipped lovely but unsatisfying herbal tea because I'm not supposed to drink coffee anymore.  My mind keeps sneaking back to last week when I had a cappuccino at Cafe Vittoria in Boston's North End.  I know, I'm bad.  Don't tell anyone.  Just look at its perfection. Who could resist such beauty?