“It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and the wind has dropped its voice and whispers instead of screaming, and the sun is out and the trees look surprised, and over everything there is the faintest, palest tint of green.”
I love reading Natalie’s recaps of The Bachelor. Hilarious.
The Pee-Without-Noise Stool
These are the prettiest potholes you ever did see.
Marc Jacobs 2010 has great colors.
Cori’s shop is full of vintage goodness.
Sort of loving side braids
A peek inside Rachel Zoe’s makeup bag
Bacon Cheese Turtle Burger
Red velvet whoopie pies
Do you want to Enjoy Cupcakes with me in Los Olivos?
How to Really Love a Child
Who is the cutest??
“When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful.”
What a beautiful idea. I think that’s maybe why I love taking Polaroids so much. Sometimes the film gets stuck, or you get funny light spots, or the image doesn’t develop all the way… and that is what I love most. There are lots of happy little accidents. Thank you Polaroid for teaching me to love the imperfections.
Do you love imperfections too?
“We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.”
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can’t read them.
photo found via dream everyday
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!
(one of my very favorite poems)