Cookie Tray.

The perfect pedestal dish. When I wasn’t busy using Cookie Tray in the kitchen it would be taking up residence in my bathroom, housing my jewelry baubles. {via swissmiss}

PS: Thanks for bearing with me – and everyone else using Blogger – yesterday while it was down. Feels good to be back in action.

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Happy Weekend.

+ Summer Lasagne is on the menu this weekend

+ In love with the colors of Jeremy & Kathleen’s office

+ Quotes + Music = Music Philosphy

+ June desktop wallpapers: 1, 2, 3, 4

+ I’m smitten with these calligraphied invitations

+ Still up in the air on Tom’s new wedges

+ Swooning over these ceramic glazed tiles from Barbara Barry for Ann Sacks

+ If you’re still in morning over Lost, check out these rad graphic posters

+ Brilliantly designed Alice in Wonderland themed invitations from Jag Nagra

+ A life-like DIY crepe paper bouquet

+ Love this article about the palettes of famous artists

+ A stunning concept design for teabag coasters

Happy Weekend!

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Labour and Wait.

I’d love for my home to be filled with interesting things. Guests would inquire about them and I would explain how I found so and so in the back corner of a little flea market, and this and this in a moldy box in my grandmother’s basement. But they’d really all be pieces from Labour and Wait.

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Tomato Sandwiches.

{photo and recipe Chaos in the Kitchen}

Sometimes the best things are the simple ones. For instance, tomato sandwiches.

In my mind they’re equated with my grandparents. I always spent summers with them as a kid. Using days to the fullest running around their huge yard, helping my grandmother hang laundry on lines outside, and assisting my grandfather in the garden.

Ah yes, the garden. We’d pick bell peppers, then sit on the back porch with nothing more than his pocket knife and a shaker of salt. The tomatoes were lucky to make it into the kitchen, where they’d be sliced thick and laid out on bread that had been toasted and slathered with mayonnaise and salt and pepper. Like I said… the simple things.

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