rain/firsts/returning

I love the rain. The way the breeze smells as the clouds arrive; the way it sounds falling on a roof and gurgling in the gutters; the way the air looks so clean afterwards.

I can't believe it's been 2 months since my last post. We have to move house against our will, one of the many perils of being a tenant in this country. We've been looking for weeks on end, and haven't found a new home yet. It has taken over everything, put all my plans on hold, filled me with vague, hovering anxieties.

But a new year is upon us, and I think this one will be filled with firsts for me. There may be nothing new under the sun, but there are always firsts. First kisses and the first time you notice the colour of someone's eyes. First times for seeing yourself differently, for waking up to the beauty in the world.

May your 2011 be full of lovely firsts.

Slow remembering

Remember how good it feels to just stop... look away from your destination from a moment and revel in where you are... to come home and slow down... to breathe and remember who you are without the rush.

want and whimsy

Someone viewing the decor in my home could be forgiven for concluding that I have a mild obsession with trees. I have a jewellery tree, tree-print curtains and bed cover, glittery leaves in place of faux flowers, leafy photo frames and nouveau-inspired artworks.

The other day in a moment of whimsy I did an internet search for 'tree bed' and discovered this absolutely delightful lofted tree house bed @ Monpon.

And then there's the grownup version @ Shawn Lovell Metalworks.

How many ways are there to say "I want one!"?

glimpses of home

"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you" Christian Morganstern

"Home is where it feels right to walk around without shoes" Unknown

Quotes via ThinkExist