So anyway. Thinking about war-time cooking made me think of this. And led me, in search of MFK & Wolf, to a charming bit of writing (and another magnificent blog to explore). Won't get long-winded about this. Here's an excerpt from said blog (and a hat-tip to Katherine Sharpe, the authoress):
"That, to me, is Fisher’s lesson: that you can eat (or, by extension, do anything) with intentionality, composure, and in the way that most pleases you—and that, within limits, you can do this regardless of how well-off you happen to be. If you get the hang of it, she suggests, other people will see these simple achievements as a remarkable and powerful thing. If you manage not to be blown off course by the whims and expectations of others, you might even make people mad occasionally."
Those who know me know that I tend to get a little over-focused sometimes. And I know that I mentioned the great good stuff at Ancient Industries a few posts ago. But I didn't show you of any of the marvels I was raving about, and since these are the sugarplums that are dancing through my head this December I thought it would be fun to share.
There's lots more (as you'll see when you go). Elegantly selected and perfectly delectable. Useful, each and every one! Perhaps that's why it all seems so completely desirable this year. Who needs stuff they don't need? These days, there's no reason for it. (Not that there ever is.)
So. Be good to yourself. Go have a peek. It's beautiful.
Shop Ancient Industries. (But please go easy on any hedgehogs you might encounter. It was a war-time thing.)
there is something about this drawing
that take me right back to a state of
complete happiness from my childhood
how much i love the long runner, yellow blankets,
red hair, stacked beds, window, curtains,
teardrops, curly hair, straight hair and bows
cannot be put into words. it is bliss to me.
Elsie, below, must have been delighted
to be in the company of Madeline's maker
(or course, I was sad that Madeline was crying
but perhaps that was it: the whole scene is
somehow divinely human and straight to the heart)
p.s. i spent a lot (a lot a lot) of time looking
(when i was very young) at this page and could not
figure out for the life of me how they slept in their bows
and kept them so delightfully pert. it was a beautiful
mystery to me, and i wanted desperately to sleep in a
bow and have it not fall out of my short red bob and
then i would surely wake up looking simply marvelous.
An Aesthete's Lament is such a fun stop.
Always delightful, terribly informative.
Brilliant words on the history of
interior design (and so much more).
Incredibly erudite, basically. Genius.
Pretty delicious. (From the Aesthete, of course.)
"Designers should be arbiters of the truth: They should be the kind of people who stand up and tell it like it is, and that usually calls for courage"
"Right or wrong, companies who care little about the design of a customer's experience are often thought to care little about its customers. Poor design encourages people to believe in a brand’s ham-handedness, in its cloth-eared reluctance to listen and respond. If openness, communication, and accountability are the bellwethers of clarity, then poor design is a smudge—a flaw that seems to hide rather than reveal." [kevin mattice via chris messina]
I think this (see books, above) is the next
necessary step in the thorne haus.
From the marvelousness magnificently here
& by way of the Ancient Industries blog
(which I seem to end up sending mash notes
to somewhat often). Anyway...where
the heck is Ancient Industriesville?
Because I want to go there.
Really. Here, you can go: blog.
Or (be still my heart, Christmas is
coming! yes!) best gifts ever: here.
Labels: ancient industries
Decked this tree (a few years ago)
with family heirlooms and delightful
eBay goodies: lots of antique glass,
Russian spun cotton & little cardboard
houses from the 40's and 50's. Great fun.
This scene was in an airy passageway just
a step away from the main rooms of the
house ... it led directly to the most sumptuous
yard (with a garden that seemed to have
once been looked after by Thomas Church).
photo by norma lopez molina