Love Letters

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With Valentines right around the corner what better time to appreciate the splendor of how charming letter writing used to be. Oh, how my toes would wiggle if I was to check my mail box and discover a letter with such gorgeous calligraphy and charming stamps on it. Ah, snail mail. I have always wanted to go through the phone book and pick addresses at random to send a few strangers an anonymous valentine. If I could get my penmanship up to snuff I just might do it. "To a beautiful person, I hope you realize how truly wonderful you are. Happy Valentines," signed Anonymous.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Kari Herer

The photography of Kari Herer is stunning, which is why I want to share it with you. It has a subtle depth that holds my attention longer than most. Her pieces seem to have a tangible sense of history. It is like you are catching a glimpse of a moment in time when the old and worn has a chance meeting with something young and fleeting, like a flower at it's peak of blooming or an egg soon to hatch. If you would like to see more visit Kari's shop here.

aquas and creams

I adore the color combination of aqua hues and cream tones. Somehow these colors together feel calming and yet invigorating. For links to the images please click on the photos above.

Sweet Nothings

Birds do it, bees do it even educated fleas do it.... Lets fall in love!

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Frank Leyendecker

"The Flapper" may be one of the most stunning magazine covers of the 1920's. With her jeweled body and headpiece, stunning wings and delicate dress she looks as see is about to flutter off the page. Over the last ninety years, she has made her way onto postcards, journal covers, posters and more. I have heard the illustration was even used on the set of Three's Company... how's that for holding up in pop culture.

Painted by Frank X Leyendecker in 1922 for Life magazine. He's pieces are vibrant, imaginative and flamboyant. To see more of his lovely pieces stop by the American Art Archives.

Chromium Bar Ware

From the chic sophistication of art deco to the cheeky atomic designs during the late fifties and early sixties, chrome bar ware had a long flirtation with libations. They are eye catching to say the least. I know I could never pull off having these in my home unless I was in the habit of hosting while wearing a chic silk lounge coat, matching ballet flats and skinny pants. The trouble is they might clash with my Zsa Zsa diamonds darling.


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The Great Escape

On Friday we received an excited call from my Grandmother. Her voice always has a slightly higher pitched when there is something unusual going on. I find that completely adorable. My grandparents are farmers who still raise livestock and work a ten acre farm by themselves. This might not seem that out of the ordinary except that they are both well into their eighties and have no desire to stop any time soon. Grandpa says that he has always planned to live to be 106- I hope he makes it that far in as good of health as he's in now!

The story begins as the two of them were about to leave for a doctor's appointment Friday morning. On their way to the car they were surprisingly greeted by one of their rams strolling up the driveway. Quickly, Grandpa went to the pen to see how the ram had escaped. Unfortunately when he arrived, he realized that the situation was much worse than just one single ram finding his way out. The relentless wind and rain that had torn through the area the night before, had knocked over one of their trees destroying a large section of the sheep corral. Sheep were everywhere. Down the lane, in the vegetable garden, over in the neighbors orchard and some apparently had set off to find Little Bow Peep.

It would have been impossible for my grandparents to round up all fifty sheep and still make their doctor appointment. In desperation they asked a few of the neighboring farm workers if they would attempt to gather up any remaining sheep still wandering while they were gone. The workers agreed, and with little hesitation my grandparents hopped in the car and rushed off to their appointment. When the visit to the doctor's office was over, they quickly rushed back home fearing the worst. However, when they got back to the farm they found that everything had been mended. Not only did the workers round up all of the sheep, they also chopped up the fallen tree, stacked it into a neat pile and had completely mended the fence. Very surprised and thankful my Grandfather went to pay the workers for their trouble and to express how appreciative he was for their assistance.

Apparently he told one of the workers, "My wife is so happy she could kiss you!"

The workers laughed and politely refused the money. He tried to offer them produce and all the wood they had chopped. Everything he offered they politely declined. These workers make minimum wage, work grueling hours outdoors no matter the weather and still had the kindness to decline any form of compensation from my grandparents. When my Grandmother relayed the story on Friday evening, her last sentence was "Just when you wonder where all of the good folks have gone something like this happens. It would have taken us half a week to accomplish what they did in a few hours, I am so grateful."

I am so thankful for those workers and for their random acts of kindness. I hope you have a great week everyone!