stephanie corfee
I love these pieces by Stephanie Corfee. The last one makes me want to hunt down my mom’s old spirograph I know is packed away somewhere! Hope you had a lovely weekend. Mine was hot, hot, hot!
Just a few songs that remind me of summer time. The first song always makes me smile.
In the Summertime by Mungo Jerry
More Bounce in California by Soul Kid #1
Love of the Loveless by The Eels
Rich Girls by The Virgins
West Coast by Coconut Records
Valerie by The Zutons
That’s Not My Name by The Ting Tings
1234 by Feist
Always Love by Nada Surf
I Turn My Camera On by Rock Kills Kid
Debaser by Rouge Wave
I’ve purchased all these songs so if you like them please support the artists by doing the same. To download just change the “hxxp” to “http” and enjoy!
It’s probably time for me to head over to I Listen to Everything to get some new music ideas. I haven’t gotten anything new in quite awhile.
“If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years.
No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would create new religions overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night and we watch television.” – Paul Hawken
I know I posted this a few months back.. but it’s finally coming. I can’t wait to see it – coming on July 17th.
Summer should be all about long, lazy days. Right?
Take a sneak peak at this month’s gorgeous issue right here. Then go buy a copy. It’ll be the best $1.99 you’ve spent all summer.
I love this. Some of my “low tech” pleasures are:
.roasting marshmallows.
.listening to the rain.
.hugs.
.sweet strawberries.
.french braids.
.homemade ice cream.
.sleeping in.
.post cards.
.cuddles from my pup.
.cupcakes.
.belly laughs.
.silly board games with friends
.bunches flowers the color of boiled sweets
.shooting stars.
.being barefoot.
.writing in pencil.
.juicy slices of watermelon.
.strawberry limeades.
.polaroids.
.cheese.
.doodling.

I really didn’t think I’d get SO emotional during Michael’s memorial. I almost didn’t even watch it. But there’s something about seeing such an outpouring of love and that can’t help but touch your heart. The two moments that broke my heart were when Stevie sang “Never Dreamed You’d Leave in Summer” and when Paris said how much she loved her dad. I hope Michael rests in peace and that the media will leave his kids alone.

Rays of light from Neverland Ranch
I said to myself, again: “What moves me so deeply, about this little prince who is sleeping here, is his loyalty to a flower
the image of a rose that shines through his whole being like the flame of a lamp, even when he is asleep . . .”
And I felt him to be more fragile still. I felt the need of protecting him, as if he himself were a flame that might be extinguished by a little puff of wind . . .
“The men where you live,” said the little prince, “raise five thousand roses in the same garden– and they do not find in it what they are looking for.” “They do not find it,” I replied. “And yet what they are looking for could be found in one single rose, or in a little water.”
“Yes, that is true,” I said.
And the little prince added: “But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart…”