Seems to me that Eno and Sebastian Bergne’s Drip Stop Spoon Holder + Kitchen Pencil could get a touch messy, but I love the concept nonetheless. I think most cooks would. And that spoon holder is just so minimalistic and gorgeous!
I love the vintage look of Wm. J. Mills & Co.’s flight bags. They remind me of the days when getting on an airplane was a luxury and sort of glamorous. You know, the days when you were actually served instead of herded. But I think they could also remind me of a lunch bag to haul my daily necessities back and forth from work! (They come in a ton of colors, but I’ve been on a gray and canary kick lately.) {via housemartin}
I think this flowing conglomeration of paper doilies and thumbtacks looks like a lovely snowstorm drifting across the wall. And although that’s not this project’s intended interpretation, I think that’s exactly what it’s going to be when I recreate it in my entryway for the holidays! {via Apartment Therapy}
I think these Rosemary Turkey Squares would make lovely grab-and-go lunches and dinners. And I don’t know anyone who couldn’t use an extra go-to recipe like that during the holiday madness that’s about to take hold!
Thank goodness I decided to wear these black boots and not those white stilettos my high-fashion mother wanted me so desperately to don on my wide, athletic feet. These cobblestone streets and high heels would have been a recipe for disaster. Or at least a host of cuts and scrapes taking residence on my knees.
No one could understand why I wanted to wear a short white dress. Non-conformist they called me. Who wears a short white dress? I do, I told them. I will, I asserted to them. I am, I proclaimed to them when they greeted me after the ceremony. It was then that they ceremoniously glanced from my perfectly pinned back hair on down to the thin strand of pearls around my neck and sighed with relief. ‘At least she did two things normal’ they were thinking. ‘Normal’. I had begun to hate the word about 6 months ago and it made my blood boil more and more every time I heard it. Why do things have to be ‘normal’? Why can’t they have personality? Or just be our way? Why not?
The plan was hatched after the third month of hearing “Why not do it this way? It’s the normal way to do it.” There was a reason we suggested eloping a year ago. It was to avoid days like this but of course neither side of our families could accept it. So as we went along with “their” plan, we wrote up our own. After the cutting of the cake we would each sneak off without detection; everyone would have had their fair share of champagne, vodka gimlets, and sugar by then. They wouldn’t notice as we left out of separate exits only to meet about 10 minutes away at our favorite bistro. They wouldn’t notice a thing.
And they didn’t. Except the photographer. I couldn’t help myself! I wanted to document the first day of the rest of our lives. As I was sneaking toward the exit to make my escape, I realized that I hadn’t brought my own camera and the hired photographer’s would be the one that I was taking with me. And so I grabbed it and ran.
And here I am now. One block away from my new husband; who will be ready to run away with me. To live our lives the way we want. As non-normal as we want. With a ‘borrowed’ camera and all…
1. Curried Turkey Croquettes 2. Herb Roasted Turkey Salad
