Folks, the Venice Garden Tour is May 5th. I cannot wait! I have always opted to go on the Art Walk (May 19th and 20th) in lieu of the Garden Tour and last year, I cringed with envy over all the photos from friends on Facebook. Pretty much my favorite thing to do is spy on people’s houses. This is why I clock at least 2 hours per evening scouring design blogs. It’s a problem. Really. I bought my tour tickets the day the mailer arrived.
We went on a mini tour of our own last eve. You see, many nights after dinner, we take a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood. We’re not free loving meanderers by choice like I’d like you to believe. Really, we’re trying to kill that hour between dinner and bedtime with our darling Mia. The natives get restless and some nights the most peaceful path is a walk around the block. It’s much easier to put on a pair of shoes than draw sixteen kitties, build legos, handle iPad negotiations and dance a jig while singing a few rounds of Pippi Longstocking (all the while checking the time to see if MAYBE ten minutes has passed). Last night on our jaunt I took a glass of wine with me. I know. Girl gone wild! I could have been arrested, but that added bonus just made it all special. There is so much inspiration just on our block. I really appreciate the landscaping in our area. Below is pretty much my dream concrete fence. Swoon! And, as usual, Mia admired all the rocks.
*shameless Archipelago candle plug from Firefly, I know… but it IS my favorite. Cheers!
Okay, so this is so unlike me, but I have a girly tip for all you pedicure loving ladies today. The weather has been so gorgeous lately (*when it’s not a wind storm at the boardwalk or pouring rain, that is), and I’ve been skipping around in my flip flops. After months of polish abuse, a few weeks ago I decided to go au natural to prep my toenails for summer fun. Problem is, my toe nails turned white and blotchy from what I can assume is chemical abuse so I vowed to let them breathe before Essie’s latest marketing campaign gets the best of me. I googled some natural remedies, and can you believe it? Lavender oil is the cure all. I kid you not. I am astonished. After ten minutes of a little TLC, my toes are back in business. No kidding. I’d show you the before and after, but then you might have to poke your eyes out in horror.
I have been a long time admirer of Matta. Their Spring Collection is just unbelievable. I couldn’t resist. We are all dying of delight at the store. Their clothes are effortlessly chic and the accessories are to swoon over. The designs are honestly perfect for the beach or a fancy schmancy wedding. I’ve got my eye on a gold leather coin purse with punched out stars. Oh, and a couple of dresses and pretty much every single scarf (who can resist pompoms?). Everything layers so well together. What’s a girl to do?
Look! It’s the cutest bunny farm ever! I have been patiently waiting almost a year to share these pictures. Now that the Easter Bunny is on his way, the timing seems just right.
Last summer, while visiting Mia’s grandparents in Denmark, we went to an old farmhouse that was giving a lecture on… well, who am I kidding, I didn’t understand a word, but the farmer seemed happy enough to share every detail. I got a few winks and eye rolls from Farfar (Grandpa) and I sensed that the lecture was 45 minutes longer than need be.
This particular farm only raises pure bred animals and treats them with the highest level of integrity. Obviously, that’s what the sign says:
Everything was amazing here from all the old tools hanging on the walls to old farm tables in the barn with random loaves of fresh baked bread sitting on benches. Mia had so much fun riding this tractor and enjoying all the animals. And I only wanted to take home two baby goats and four chickens.
But seriously, best of all, BUNNIES! Happy Easter to All!
I’ve been really itching to do a craft project lately. We just got these in at the shop, and I think they are just precious. Sometimes the smallest bursts of color bring me such tremendous joy.
With the recent rain, I keep imagining sitting by the fire with a cup of tea and whipping up a few strands listening the pitter pat against the tin roof. Mia would be by my side patiently watching in awe as I crafted a small mobile for the window and a couple of Mommy and me necklaces.
Of course, we don’t have a fireplace or a tin roof and Mia would probably be jumping on the bed wildly singing or begging for the iPad in lieu of special craft time but a girl can dream.
*You may have wondered where I have been? Working at Firefly of course. I have missed you.