tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37144789556057012072024-02-19T11:44:20.264-05:00endlessly elusivebittersweet dreams.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-10443407293323495462012-01-23T22:41:00.003-05:002012-01-23T22:41:52.165-05:00Pique Your PinterestIf you would like a more reliable way of following my inspiration and interests (i.e. internet whims), please wander over to my <a href="http://pinterest.com/emiluelm/">Pinterest</a> page. There you will find all of the pretty and captivating things I find on my trips through cyberspace.<br />
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<br />Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-54942653866433715322011-10-16T15:59:00.000-04:002011-10-16T15:59:28.155-04:00Trailer Time with EmilyI'm home sick today, swaddled in a snuggie and patiently working on creating a butt-shaped groove on our <a href="http://www.pier1.com/Catalog/Furniture/tabid/981/CategoryId/157/ProductId/5688/ProductName/Abbie-Sofa--Chocolate/Default.aspx">new couch</a> cushions. Just watched a bunch of movie trailers, want to know what I think about 'em? Read on. This is as creative and engaged as I'm going to get today, enjoy the delirium.<br />
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As a child of the 80s/90s, obviously Sesame Street lives in a very warm and fuzzy part of my heart. But I never really 'got' Elmo. Pretty high-pitched for my tastes. Oscar and the little worm guy are my favorites. Anyway, from the looks of it, <a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/independent/beingelmo/">the guy behind Elmo</a> is wayyy cuter than the muppet ever was.<br /><br />
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This looks like the type of movie that is totally manipulative in a really okay way. Here's a list of reasons why this appeals to me, even though I don't usually watch/care about/enjoy <a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/universal/bigmiracle/">dramas about animals.</a></div>
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<strike>Jim Halpert</strike> John Krasinski, Drew Barrymore sans Covergirl mask, Alaska is fascinating always (probably because I was a devout Northern Exposure fan as a kid), dreamy guy from My Best Friend's Wedding is in a uniform and now has perfect salt'n'pepper hair (dreamyx3), I like how whales are too big to even understand, I want to know how you cut through solid ocean ice, I laughed when they brought 'Soviets' into the story, I like crying about people coming together.</div>
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Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-12583313146432141832011-10-14T09:46:00.002-04:002011-10-14T09:51:17.116-04:00Color Play<div>This time of year especially, my sartorial instinct is to mimic nature and dress myself in shades of ivory, brown, and gray. But this fall, more than ever before, I feel as though I need to be embracing color. If anyone else is in need of some motivation or inspiration, look no further than yesterday's Bhutanese royal wedding. I don't know about you, but never before have I even considered combining marigold, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fuchsia</span> and turquoise. But somehow it feels perfect for October.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFBXmSlSas61gfQaJO1NX05Xf7_QcbLkkVv-adtIQVS25oQAWszeW5Ck3wT-HsyTUwKDAh6HX9nj9Jh0mippFS0CbfyoM4yLDr3prd0Rc4yzxTUI6n75VcnlJJcXP1QAvcTHiBkIper0/s1600/QueenJetsun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFBXmSlSas61gfQaJO1NX05Xf7_QcbLkkVv-adtIQVS25oQAWszeW5Ck3wT-HsyTUwKDAh6HX9nj9Jh0mippFS0CbfyoM4yLDr3prd0Rc4yzxTUI6n75VcnlJJcXP1QAvcTHiBkIper0/s320/QueenJetsun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663344064959573602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.styleite.com/media/bhutan-royal-wedding/?pid=8944#image">Queen Jetsun</a></span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wishing you a bright and inspired autumn,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Emily</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-4048214859364510772011-10-07T22:36:00.007-04:002011-10-07T23:34:13.722-04:00Analog Internet: the world was a better place when people used encyclopedias<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyYby4P7wMTMhwUFjTmPsGM0kGQvAz743SsznCKkz2BKE9C2nnjnq61JLOhKJNzZJho5L_ZZOTsdzkapZOIIuBQw22vk2ULI64cZZaAizUHwt9URnnM_xgeNgaLOUUFiHkJ-yxaiUjeY/s1600/thewindow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyYby4P7wMTMhwUFjTmPsGM0kGQvAz743SsznCKkz2BKE9C2nnjnq61JLOhKJNzZJho5L_ZZOTsdzkapZOIIuBQw22vk2ULI64cZZaAizUHwt9URnnM_xgeNgaLOUUFiHkJ-yxaiUjeY/s320/thewindow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660958560101812690" /></a><br />When I want to learn something, or seek entertainment, or merely pass the time, I go to my desk. Simple, but made of solid wood, it sits in the corner of a room by a window. I sit and, in one motion, pull an enormous book to the center of the desk while bringing myself to the edge of my seat. With the cover resting in one hand, I walk my fingers down the edges of pages until they reach some letter or number or space in my mind and then I spread them open. Rarely, I'll get it just right, and there it is, the tidbit I was looking for. But, far more often, it's not there, and so I get sidetracked, letting my finger trace down the page, letting my mind flit from one thing to another, losing myself in the pages and columns and synonyms and related articles. And then the sun is different on the page, or there's a noise outside the window. Contrasted with the soft paper and orderly text and thoughtful absorption of the moment before, the outdoors seem so bright and chaotic and alluring with the promise of all I had learned and all that is still to be known. I leave the book open, letting the pages lift and fall in the breeze from the open window in the corner of the room that is empty, and I am seeing what all the noise is about.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-33726424253606071462010-10-07T15:45:00.003-04:002010-10-07T15:57:50.761-04:00The End of History<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe Stargate SG-1 wasn't so far-fetched... or maybe it was just shot in Yugoslavia.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I am in love with Jan Kempenaers series, "Spomenik: The End of History", which captures the bleak present-day landscapes surrounding post-WWII Yugoslavian monuments. These monuments were erected both to honor those lost, and the beautiful utopia envisioned by these Communist artists.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbt4uFE6JDRZoS5EvwVCTZUdcy6lIo4ANlNrb29oJSeHkYtHdEqNqMWRLE1MIbB-312jVHHxUzYKCbr-0hiQGLxngQVY3yj8-ZMP_Y-enaP8e8_Ac7sRVQYMl_pmROPkqm7jN0qPyckPc/s320/Spomenik6-2007.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525395177839578930" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">read more </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://blog.ounodesign.com/2009/11/14/jan-kempenaers-spomenik-the-end-of-history/">here</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emily</span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-2440068493252322812010-09-15T15:42:00.009-04:002010-09-15T16:00:15.592-04:00One Man's Treasure...<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Working in an antique shop, I think the phrase I hear most often is a variation on 'We had these when I was a kid'. Or, 'My mom had this when I was growing up.' Always, 'my mom'. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">At first my retail-tuned ears would perk up at this, thinking that now they would obviously have to buy it. With an emotional attachment to the object, how could they leave it behind? But leave it behind they did. In fact, they usually leave the store pretty soon after. I think today I finally realized why. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Seeing a memory from their childhood, an object tied to their past and their mother and their precious individual experience among the stacks and stacks of other peoples' crap, of course they leave. This commodifying of their personal history must at best jarring, at worst painful. It doesn't really matter how I arrange the objects, or the care I put into writing the tag. The bottom line is that I have placed a monetary value on a piece of their past and have lumped it in with what must suddenly seem an offensive conglomeration of stolen goods. Sitting innocently behind the counter marveling at all the history in these treasures and trinkets, it somehow escaped me that the objects themselves don't just have their own stories to tell; they also bear the heavy burden of others' stories.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeapMtdKK4uwzHGiDyl7WgQ9uEYvijWasOoKeZZqWkBrxFgVFyR_OGd5rZXk-VX0kRET25C4f2VcwlX1OBht4DbfcS2vTunEk8DTcQ-AoJ3HCuqnovEAU7VERCIlddSDzer6Tzp126BFo/s320/066.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517231328819812386" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">$38</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">It certainly casts the two rings I bought earlier this week in a new light. 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<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My February 22nd </span><a href="http://endlesslyelusive.blogspot.com/2010/02/escape.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">post</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> included a photograph that entrances both sides of me, the morbidity and the whimsy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This union of morbidity and whimsy, this is when I feel most overwhelmed by beauty. I have been thinking a lot about this because of three things:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">1) I live in Ohio, again. If this place were a color, it would be dusty goldenrod. This is one of my favorite colors. It is beautiful and sad beyond words.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2) It is the beginning of autumn (my favorite season). Everything seems to be dying very slowly, but I know that really it is just the start of a most beautiful slumber.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">3) I am reading Miranda July's collection of short stories, No one belongs here more than you. I can only read one story at a time, sometimes it is a week or more before I can pick it up again. These stories absolutely bowl me over in their beauty and pain. The book is bright yellow. I treasure it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Emily</span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-56539768723624489172010-09-07T13:02:00.004-04:002010-09-07T13:23:45.762-04:00BusyTown<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do you remember BusyTown? Richard Scarry's overstimulating creation of a fantasy-land in which all creatures happily interacted throughout the day as they navigated the streets running errands. These errands were, it seemed, the bulk of their responsibilities in their chosen profession. Well, wait, not 'chosen'. No, because it seemed obvious from the clearly marked labels and their perma-grins that their profession was not chosen by them, but by a higher authority. If you were born a dachshund, then you were a painter. If you were born a beaver, then you were a book printer, of course.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /> </span><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxKh2FzArcvzEp8lSMlwMTuqneITd0OKfC1_WMXtP5WGI6RHgc7Phi4N8QT_M8tGshw-cDGwPSYu8waKTFOpE4T_0XmyqVczdDPMW6vJ4vv7RWXVmk6f7vD0QAgizo9Ce_ZdIDyh1h6E/s320/scarry.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514220956455355650" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I guess what I'm trying to say is this: Mr. Richard Scarry, I blame you. Your delightfully illustrated books entranced me and as a result I believed </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wholeheartedly</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> that there was a profession out there that would just choose me. Eventually I would stumble across it and my mouth would stretch into a life-long expression of contentment and satisfaction; I would finally be found by my true calling. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But, it's not that easy. I'm on a strange and winding path and there are too many forks and bends ahead to know where I'll end up, or if I'll ever even 'end up' anywhere. I guess the thing to do is to recalibrate my expectations. I do not need to find 'my calling', but I do need to set some standards for myself, some basic requirements. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, here's one:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dignity.</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And another, please?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Inspiration.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That'll do for now. Don't want to be greedy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-55353093043082301472010-07-25T10:23:00.004-04:002010-07-25T10:34:09.305-04:00Settling In<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I've arrived.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">My new life in Columbus has begun, a whirlwind of sticky hot days and surreal nights. It's strange, but good, to know that when I wake up in the morning this place is still 'my home'. I've been snapping a few pictures here and there (solely with my fancy new phone: I went from a three year old flip phone to a 3G Droid. That's the real life-changing moment of note in the past few weeks). Here's one from my vacation at Rehoboth Beach, DE.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDJASiztZAK3Fa-UWVUcyYbS2ab9pClW5Md4WJDP8Ih8oFjnUtU5PddY9zOhUQszczyCxt9p9B1ITs-UiREcX3so_bNCDYfDQ2dt4yhmrQGPXTX2MqaTCFj72NGjKJnLfCp6b6bGxQRk/s320/The+Real+Rehoboth+Beach.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850247819183362" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">This pooch is a total celebrity... in his own head.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">You should've seen him posing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Back to the business of settling in: our first guests arrive later this afternoon! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Wishing you a relaxing Sunday,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-85083966305691963952010-06-18T21:11:00.004-04:002010-06-18T22:02:03.921-04:00virtual treasure chest<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >I just noticed (and corrected) a glaring omission from the list of "Emily's Favorite" blogs featured in the right-hand column: <a href="http://www.imrevolting.net/">I'M REVOLTING</a>. Have you seen this? It's the most incredible assortment of treasures. Go look; you'll be entranced.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zHfxhwg7JRUcYiXX2Zhz2XIGGCgsQkF93LSO26s3s8CNrzDygWvcHwrUfJ9LldNeQD4_OK572_D5txnH0DpoGnk_LSma328fOh1kKQomSpRG7rW44IwSRIfcPxlMK4FkBQxZs_su6oo/s1600/_MG_9527_jessica_marquez.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zHfxhwg7JRUcYiXX2Zhz2XIGGCgsQkF93LSO26s3s8CNrzDygWvcHwrUfJ9LldNeQD4_OK572_D5txnH0DpoGnk_LSma328fOh1kKQomSpRG7rW44IwSRIfcPxlMK4FkBQxZs_su6oo/s320/_MG_9527_jessica_marquez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484297720614466994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >You're welcome.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Emily</span><br /></span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-69737706416082467902010-06-07T20:45:00.004-04:002010-06-07T20:56:32.598-04:00Junetime Daydreams<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">What I really ought to be doing right now, instead of whiling away the hours at work, is sitting on a breezy porch, listening to She & Him <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(envious shout-out to my girls in Chicago)</span>, playing at being crafty and resourceful. Maybe doing something like this, but with more hot glue blobs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWgRHTy_97sSjrL5SPbyZkuHdJ1DuHyLROUngUcnJKdm3q9CX1c077lceJTn1U6WEbqSo_fF0VlXcYGt0h33sWq_ixfDE3iIlEkjEQmpT5SDoJ7jxdTgrbuw1XbnmHfRBqU16kUbnf9A/s320/6.7.10+sisal.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480198929252858354" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">via</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/06/diy-project-sisal-rope-art.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Design*Sponge</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Alas, here I am, wrapping up a 15-hour work day... but I am listening to She & Him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Wishing you a happier Tuesday,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-83710984837824496312010-05-23T14:29:00.003-04:002010-05-23T15:07:02.082-04:00May Edition<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Rather than making excuses, again, I'll just finally 'fess up:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I kind of suck at blogging.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I think I'm alright with the actual production of posts, but I just cannot seem to do it with any regularity. So, let's embrace the sporadic nature of inspiration and impulse, and move on.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">A few things that have happened in the last month:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BEDhP0C5h8wjrNnoXGg2Ri393C3Ho6quoydv6A2PYmM5VzS2x-dGKkh2ZLInvT728Q_raVq2ANME0PVgtJI-4RzlDAlWNWOg4e3aYXFOTQCv5Dcwh0sD5g7k8qlfW5rR_0SWoWV55-4/s320/GEDC6029.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474539974087213106" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Six inches of snow on April 29th.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">It was just as stupid and bizarre as it looks.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxAbzW1ABxmusSBle2GpWIyPH2EIVW_ByCWs9MGU7vDinlRoqKTJJteHiaqiitiMzKY7XWD6DJ0aMo2jJP3_ecKubkTDpsjYXgliQGucuW80ZiyU4PJwG3vB8Rc-hiToYj-TMS28D8094/s320/GEDC6095.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474539974956185186" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">My Max got his B.A., finally.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0ZVzm6-AnT0r4D-8ipHeVL_1JFZCm1Kq2wxi6qf9QZOrhOBaxHAGQJb2dSd5O1bftNt7Ku5NnW5Nv9adMsGCyakOTfZuZPYyNlZmTaT7CDBocsXcjg8jZ_db6h-gR9_TlvxHK4dQXIw/s320/GEDC6205.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474539986876287026" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">My little sister </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">(who happens to be taller than me)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">(yeah, I finally admitted it, shut up, Olivia)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">turned 16.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">[And took advantage of the opportunity </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">by requesting a very strange combination of dishes.]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Some other stuff happened, but I don't have photos of those, and I'm tired of talking about myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Check out my new obsession, <a href="http://www.colourlovers.com/">ColourLovers</a>. I even made a thingie for my blog. </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">It's over here somewhere.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">'til next time,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-82987549652104744162010-04-26T15:35:00.005-04:002010-04-26T19:31:21.314-04:00Circus<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Today is strange. Sometimes strange is beautiful, though.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div> <div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAy_-KOaEN-TSp7W1udXxXs4nX8O2TBkMpRy6JKYYYVZuEYllpZb_dhoV6iWpZcZSReYmkjLgxm448cyVa7qPyrFQZLlna1ch_Nqg5uFn1QWBBNUAgjAL31sWBU5N9uEKPqCxoSkOMrs/s320/circus.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464533361324105602" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">e.g. Axel Erlandson's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><a href="http://staro-novo.blogspot.com/2010/04/axel-erlandsons-tree-circus.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tree Circus</span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">via</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><a href="http://www.notcot.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">notcot</span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">It's supposed to snow on Wednesday. I feel a soul-crushing sense of resignation. Did I mention this is my vacation week?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><i>p.s. In the same vein:</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqjO_GuhvkFZAHysXnYocRqVKicgYpk5wzzLQYnl0TwWWZNX3RoTWHgLGMG2Z_5J_a_tryJqLb0WliEOn4kDFy6BDNxxjBMsOP2uT0_kPEs91w7-Kk3QFi2rus3sQlbVDzFvERVaJyos/s320/circus+2.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464591927081481122" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ettore Guatelli</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">via<a href="http://www.imrevolting.net/?p=3811"> I'm Revolting</a></span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-25972376232469446692010-04-08T18:51:00.003-04:002010-04-08T19:04:04.040-04:001492<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh, by the way, I'm moving to Columbus.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCUpmGWs_ouQPCuBYDbcj096FHe9mHg1tDb_Iy7W0KldA3F2kLhwniVAGOsixBY_3T-GHIvt7yg9XxSD2RaD4wfl6Vvow3bTFkYKAC9x5UeAhG6oGtDl5yTHr98qQKslmDabkkWk7_HSs/s320/columbus.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457904177655779394" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">photography by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yyellowbird/">yyellowbird</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">via <a href="http://www.daydreamlily.com/2010/04/bleubird-meets-yyellowbird.html">daydream lily</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Not for a while (about three months), but it's happening. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So if I seem absent, it's because all my internet time is being spent trying to get a feel for my future home. Of course this is impossible, but I will break Google trying.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-91901033590782843572010-04-07T20:46:00.002-04:002010-04-07T20:57:24.694-04:00The Song Remains the Same<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don't know about you, but when I finally reach the end of a television series I love, it's really hard to part with the characters. I have to comfort myself with the strange and slightly delusional idea that their 'lives' go on after the final episode -- and that in a way, they are happier because everything isn't quite so simple or predictable. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today during my morning commute I was listening to a new favorite song, </span><a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Broken+Bells/_/Vaporize?autostart"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Vaporize</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> by Broken Bells (fortheloveofgod, check out the whole album), and I experienced that same bittersweet pain, but the musical kind. It fades out, leaving you so happy and so wistful, wishing that it could just go on and on. You know? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And then I had this really nice thought, it's been making me smile all day: What if the songs continue past the end of the track? What if there's this place, this dimension, where these perfect melodies go on and on, and every little space is filled with that buoyancy, forever? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I hope someone out there gets this. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emily</span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-22173446913043058392010-04-02T18:48:00.001-04:002010-04-02T18:49:43.777-04:00Spring! Has! Sprung!<div style="text-align: left;">Today it is eighty degrees out! I am incapable of saying anything intelligent or interesting! Take a look at these pretty pictures instead!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDUwhmiqfCAD06D0YO5mHCLp-Il8HBbkzL4P7gBIzfGs7ruP9XeGYwwLH9CxMI3Ud4oc3QFTOHVNEJ5-abAXNiGGRl2RTQbyhGbx9y77pN_BHD-4P0Od1Abv1hcnARuNgXah3Euk83rw/s320/spring+a+2.17.10.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455671529479307378" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">I love bud vases.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">via: <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/02/sneak-peek-juliet-totten-of-poppies-and-posies.html">Design*Sponge</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9fD2YYy21bN1QHS49xbpF6T2ItIOJRvgbrlgJXFqVGDYjcxeZJJ3H-f-AvBXH6KWkoevbpkSXPMPW191dbyqGTEffOtY76pGu-K9se_0irglBxvrlB4MFOmlxfFWaf9jIzEUdez-8Ga4/s320/spring+b.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455671536316270178" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">snowdrops are so perfect. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I don't think I've ever seen them in person, though.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> via <a href="http://www.peoniesandpolaroids.com/2010/02/spring-is-coming-spring-is-coming.html">Peonies & Polaroids</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Th1aiGBf-GJlt8cYXMiUh2rpLfzVlS6xPkODtOEZpjiQqyd8dlVQ9Eyz_51tRjir_10GsxRRmsoctS8fXkWjtMXAzsYkN_CQHmwi433OYhbyso4pgk9Ko4d7sPvjdNQTXkJd9bZn8qI/s320/spring+c.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455671541715933474" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">so many types of daffodils!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/02/we-like-it-wild-daffodil-hill.html">Design*Sponge</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiApm-icthGCf-pK7BrrDotdQcGMKF3U1S0dG43drqy8IehaCYwaaHVUwRU8d3rd9QZCBtH1UE1FMFU2oJmiUwMWEVhz8T-GrHZcOxuLgU3AN6xJI7GypQpeS0l33Ap53A5FQpGKMFwXbA/s320/spring+d.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455671546640775986" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Every pothole should look like this.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via <a href="http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/2010/02/pothole-garden.html">Oh Joy</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguK6focvPq2KhS4QoXi0nNvQqfM93EIM0it4OyCY2FHB6QCrLzAAGPrroezi1lKvubcb-mzj280vuYTRYWOz9qd9u2FuKXsN1GCFoVohJFZRZZpo3_9aW9IGxVlCvLDpP1JuXoM2TIg60/s320/van+gogh.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455671554976548226" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">My current desktop background. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Can anybody think of an endearing nickname for a guy named Vincent Van Gogh?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">...explains a lot, don't you think?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via <a href="http://etc-alltherest.blogspot.com/2010/03/334.html">etc.</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Go play outside! Now!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-90354546842789017992010-03-28T12:55:00.001-04:002010-03-28T12:56:24.188-04:00Victorian Pickles<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Things have been a little fractured around here lately. Not really an excuse, but maybe a little explanation for my absence. So, in the spirit of gathering the pieces and making something beautiful and successful, I want to share with you these beautiful Victorian collages. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/special/se_event.asp?OccurrenceId={07E0F589-3CF2-4929-9F71-469BC40A403E}&HomePageLink=special_c3a"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Playing with Pictures: The Art of Victorian Photocollage</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> an exhibit at the MET through May 9th, features the 'whimsical and fantastical' of 'artistocratic Victorian women'. These images alone are spell-binding, but as a previous Samantha-doll (I can't believe they sent her to the </span><a href="http://www.americangirl.com/archives/hc.php"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">archive</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!) enthusiast, I was nearly intoxicated by the potential backstories of these incredible pieces. Especially my favorite, below. I wish I could see these in person -- the tiny ancient globs of paste would inspire such lovely daydreams.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXyJv7Yzs6eRszeY_yIIi6ESiQ-OUnFIZoJv-jm4bvE1UuCvVailUcWgZX6cOR2rCyiAhyphenhyphenXIjh_CL7RrXt-tyZRl7cKBXpf1lz_e1aXFHqjIKOdP2c5jUFJ20PKb8SI6ugamN1FtcbNJE/s320/victorian.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453727416699111538" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">via </span><a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/03/playing-with-pictures-the-art-of-victorian-photocollage.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Design*Sponge</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Feels good to be back. More coming soon,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emily</span></span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-49526403914894436242010-02-22T20:23:00.002-05:002010-02-22T20:29:27.936-05:00Escape<div style="text-align: left;">Having a bit of a 'staycation', as my mom calls it. I call it 'making do'. Expect photos in about a week. Until then, a bit of an escape for the rest of you trapped at home. (February's hard.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRoD2AkPuz62LPFNDtqyK8-ouQMQd2IN1pYFtfdJSCXBxRXDS3LiVpNvKm6JVG4BY6UCcR66umkgK6W4brOC0lIo61I_NQJtDLNZ3QD7ys4FtY7PL54mL_QirYk-l5zGjhMozfBR5R5k/s320/escape+d.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441240746773587474" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">It just makes me so <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpRHfO06BVA&feature=player_embedded">happy</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via <a href="http://missdiorcouture.souliss.com/fashion-shows/utterly-perfect/">Miss Dior Couture</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5cBa9z6AnXfQf7oMt9G7tg1wCZypJg2fPU6_YsTbcQQwRw-dBRjNtQvrW4mGYPDC9HgljZ-ouwnpG5YA6AjvML9HKTZCb3NDfa4Z2MlKdtnMp-xukKQ21FQ2aeQZWd4xdLXhvaeXLAE/s320/escape+a+2.19.10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441240755892526018" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">This one's for my girls. Remember when?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via <a href="http://designismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/interior-inspiratio%20n-bringing-outdoors.html">Design is Mine</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0UbA9P1viXqP1DwnxkRCbb_Wuf_uMZ2DdRL1lOvpcFqQx3JvqNTBmUV2yWIahD_1HEDDce_8_tUFrbBoNfYbksI5p_nATheR_j9GZBrQIvGvB6qXb_HpW3u_rRLOubtnGp5R-yz7KjU/s320/escape+c+2.19.10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441240760309595874" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It's all a matter of perspective. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">yet again, via <a href="http://designismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/flickr-photo-of-day-fairy-tale.html">Design is Mine</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpH16gjtqeQJTLo_3ZaaN791X85QvExcHZM02UNT681CGZ8jsBdUKNJCyR03cjUe30fPyZKFogT-PUjKrWkU7p5cKe1wVxNpeaSr1EBNssjF_S3kNT8hmHcucVxdzd5Nl2k7O44IBWdBw/s320/escape+b+2.19.10.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441240765115741634" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">This is as scary, and as beautiful, as it gets.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via <a href="http://www.imrevolting.net/?p=3347">I'm Revolting</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Emily</span></span></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-17755645978557843782010-02-14T16:53:00.002-05:002010-02-14T17:04:44.817-05:00P.S.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh, right -- that's what the Postal Service is for. Thank you, Mr. Postman.</span></div><div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1QzNzmcfIygi6ujmqtGpeXnRBJ5wO0vr4x0-pSFWMzBBQYr5cjIzrYqGm1rICtEax6lIVTDADzEVWKZvA8cTJyaDuwVv8txquLNMEKT5UeZ4Gsaskn4iQdt6VOE32gpFJUSeq9Tu43U/s320/ps+.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438221016886324994" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a perfect <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhythmzslave/sets/72157623383439138/">window</a> display</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">via <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/02/love-letters-3.html">Design*Sponge</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emily</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-75217053927263209072010-02-14T11:40:00.001-05:002010-02-14T11:40:34.432-05:00To Take Flight<div style="text-align: left;">This holiday always affects me more than expected. Wings would be nice, today. But I'm earth-bound, with 570 miles between me and the one I love. Google tells me it would take almost 8 days to walk to him. I guess they probably aren't allowing for sleep or snack breaks, either. Still, some days I am tempted to make like Forrest Gump and just go.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSTh5xVthegSRAtQlrrsfRm3ZErWaBUfsWvWoTs7Clxa25hCOriaSjELDTFSX9ybEBuqmHraVGIwoI-W-365MohmeHAKrpt3pmWB14dBn0DT0IyKjbzHLVlmPRKr0_7jeSVC_7pfQeJU/s320/birds+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438136507602537058" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">What a strange little </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89Kz8Nxb-Bg&feature=player_embedded"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">video</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via </span><a href="http://www.imrevolting.net/?p=3156"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I'm Revolting</span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghP0k1ihx3SMVVfoNfkpU0O_CAUouSG_PY-yE8DGobvwdYkTMshAuvyGfTSKSJhRhpRV1Od2TVcMnHtjRN3FLv3_e9wgKFwZH29xtEe-nlzi-fhm72uXs_AjPpmB85MALZ32-RzhGz8J4/s320/birds+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438136503664342722" /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">What a lovely little </span><a href="http://vimeo.com/6428069"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">video</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuFksU6Gik8kzNFkUZDg0zrGMT43RwsVv5A1p0Y8ENZs8vDJXiQA585C6hrogCDzIqMBw1fddP0pouMbmF4wSoR7EBoT-eHSwyuNguun1dhTJRJy4trJlzDQrjAUmR0gc9O7KhfHcaMk/s320/birds+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438136501317772274" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">What a sweet little <a href="http://www.littlepaperplanes.com/product/1194-wire-birds-shirt">shirt</a>.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Valentine's Day. I hope you have love and chocolate today.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-63681535800346359522010-02-08T20:35:00.000-05:002010-02-08T20:35:53.173-05:00Romance<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tonight, a few things that get my heart beating a little faster, and might incite a little sigh.</span></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmp7HpCZnigEMC3aBkEzjrIdYVEBQeTFiuPegysrbCam1QzF3A7seDB99qhVL0rZJ4YfOJx30Ns8PVILFFpcWiZg9tTFnBCpRXO1xza_J_ZpQqKz7z9Ad0ejpp-myR0uMOlQ1YVqvbyVU/s320/romance+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436045878668664034" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">the tenderness, concentration, and quietness </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">that this must have required... </span><a href="http://imable.se/Longing/Longing.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">beautiful</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via </span><a href="http://designismine.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-more-sunshine.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">design is mine</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuxqaV7hhACdnM18lUOLkYxXuzht7zRp4wUgLNBlAw7sJdVvFXPAPJyJTosIIsMuf1Q95ATi3jnNtausYc2WDy-xCmm6mz2d61a_kxqxfjDUey4d7PGQ-xYv3OruK28OSnycnXEoJEUEI/s320/romance+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436045867552762450" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">imagine sitting on a balcony or patio</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">with the one you love, drinking</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">twin cups of </span><a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/01/small-measures-with-ashley-time-for-tea.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">tea</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">, silently reveling</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">in the new day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via </span><a href="http://sunday-suppers.blogspot.com/2010/01/tay-tea-persian-rose.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Sunday Suppers</span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisy5ldBT98nhe1aTRhDTfmv-4oyrciIBvcO3Lw4rYC_Sueug7YDULdvfdkIWAqIyXWeafutqgv68jU2SkGj7qW3WjriRoAQqKHd1uK_Ko0gaHDDRbhfOEtvei-OFNgnSopIksZMmRxTUA/s320/romance+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436045863261002226" /><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">there's something so beautiful about</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">antique blueprints... but of the</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">Eiffel Tower? Lethal dose of romance.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">via </span><a href="http://designismine.blogspot.com/2010/02/eiffel-tower.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">design is mine</span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and, just in case you've been living under a rock the past week or so:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_FMXVlpP0f2NO200ZLjfxQCiSbb0ObNci0uPZxjZEPZqNS5CUs7ePekNecarYn_pAzUko1_-J-D82xDtKYqxMFkwxTXdODfapblkuZF8lolAPqh4d9Nqkd1TDtrYPboNIto3RDVzIfM/s320/romance+4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436050117833600882" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">it's strange to think of all the things</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">we know and do and think in relation</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">to our <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnsSUqgkDwU&feature=pyv&ad=3910813733&kw=google%20ad">Google</a> habits...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">this one is less romantic and more bizarre,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">in my opinion.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Emily</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-83143913433323172062010-02-01T21:06:00.000-05:002010-02-01T21:07:39.714-05:00Valentine's Day<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now, I've never cared much one way or the other for Valentine's Day. For the third year in a row I'm going to be celebrating* an anniversary just three days after V-day, so the Hallmark-tainted holiday has even less bearing on me than in the past. However, I am ALL for romance, gifts, and not-so-subtle hints for boyfriends, so I will be doing a few themed posts in the next couple weeks. Today's theme is: gifts!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I know there's a lot of penny-pinching these days, so I thought I'd focus on what I consider to be the most fundamental of Valentine's Day gifts: the card. Just a reminder that you're a leading lady in someone's daydreams is often gift enough.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrH76VjSFScLKCXR_ajrzkaG6wOpw42sJ0dyV1WdyeoICsn2f1sdi1V8GQzYV5YUemb5meELmAJB1Hs6DnZaS9pXdbNi2ExnSQwo8EBkCYJ97l_nEbkDHRT8SjIHTKW4fIom5B_7WznUg/s320/valentine's+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433451070647224834" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Classic Romance: </span></span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=39812749"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> calligraphy</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> expressing your own</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sweet sentiments, adorned with smooching swallows.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">via </span></span><a href="http://designismine.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-true-romantics.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">design is mine</span></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHHZYwPUJQLZxJFRXjPBUqW9FXZ5xVwarDueOz0YT3q2hq2Rr1c2L5muL-59KAzvD6U4y9ywBn9ch4U06Ki67MSICz0Ry0udVzSY5lMiZvttHkxM1zgKfm121g3F5qA7y8b04qQBL1kg/s320/valentine's+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433451068760754898" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=38452182"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Semi-sweet</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">: last one a little too saccharine for your taste?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This card's sure to inspire a smile.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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<br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhMzaRvQJFwnPt5yJH0XBtCDb96LZ56TB4jE_7odDRaviZ4xNVIy4I-E6yEE3Wz2cNIlSuL5AU2T0ouWJSYCEOQaRjVTJSTVZ3ZTPiS3wyU2nfD9QnSHtMSWU63mZgIfKCzfy9Uhj4vs/s320/valentine's+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433451060883401602" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=39790043"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Naughty&Nice</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">: this card gracefully expresses how much you love </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">to hump your partner, through the ingenious use of </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">adorable bunnies as distraction from the lack of any real sentiment. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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<br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_FXODdb9M8Y6k1BIKiAwQ4bjecvHhgtw6Atf8bPB4bukoFUvAakYBcbdNQ97HE7WNDJZ30LIMdPxxxI6A3zsg_tNenqVHjXOhXIaq_ttxBT8XgjNk21VEQ7eGHYIF4xWzPSRk14pwpUI/s320/valentine's+4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433451055219133538" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=39249682"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Natural Lovin</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">': this delicate illustration doubles as Valentine and gift, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">just put it in a frame and you're done!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">via </span></span><a href="http://www.daydreamlily.com/2010/01/much-love.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Daydream Lily</span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And in lieu of any of these, remember, just a page of college-ruled paper and some sincere sentiments scribbled down will do the trick. In my mind at least, Valentine's Day is one day when the adage 'It's the thought that counts' absolutely rings true.**</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Emily</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">* </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="boldface" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: 700; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sel</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span></span></span><span class="ital-inline" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">uh</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-breyt: to work a double-shift, read blogs all day, and eat obscene amounts of candy in an attempt to forget that your love is halfway across the country.</span></span></span></span></div><meta charset="utf-8"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">** That being said, I would cringe if anyone (other than my middle-school boyfriend) gave me a sandwich bag of flour ('heh, get it? flower?') and the smallest-ever Russell Stover box of chocolates. Poor guy.</span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-14920421300964620572010-02-01T19:58:00.004-05:002010-02-01T20:10:44.578-05:00new inspiration<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I discovered </span><a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Design*Sponge</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> just a week or so ago, and I can't decide which emotion is stronger, the frustration that I haven't been reading it forever, or the giddiness that such a blog exists.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I wish I knew how to manipulate and coordinate such bold colors as these:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQdy_0hSnEOL_qbfX0pSr2aCwMej7UDhSVGPLkh-bLdnqTkZMCUI3nTI_6HRBX5hlAXbICiK4Ur7FaaiMBVkal2u3k-MpzrE9RZcCCK82d2E0F8MjJW3TKpBZXyyk1686ocGJKHPkNkA/s320/2.1.10+a.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433445398268208338" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I </span><a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/02/sneak-peek-emily-hensen.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">love</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> the stools best.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Not that I would if I could. I think this is much more my speed:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7H-PGsrhoS5BoG07nTwJU4kFI10GjeDu_FRvibfLCDUmKwdLW4dgvqHGgW7Eus_wN5TCnO0t2EeIYyAhKYjzeB6RGMRtnbAW701obms_CUsLOJAWYh0fAN_mPQj5201OSDIc1zr8HXbY/s320/2.1.10+b.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433445953347956482" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The cabinets are </span><a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/02/sneak-peek-rosie-brown-of-papa-stour.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">perfect</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">You should click through and take a look at the rest of the photos, both of these houses are impossibly beautiful. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></span></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-80363102968955360792010-01-31T17:22:00.012-05:002010-01-31T21:01:26.126-05:00Wish List<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Today I'll just be sharing some images of a few things I wish I possessed. This post started as a rather straightforward wish list, a few objects I would like to hunt down for myself someday. But then the list took on a new character, and now I'm left with a thoroughly disjointed, if beautiful, collection. I guess my New Years' mentality still hasn't worn off, or maybe it's just that the future is on my mind all the time now. Exciting things are happening, and I hope to share those with you soon. For now, a peek into my greedy little head:</span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">
<br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituCd5DeHKGPBnoqnjpbURBqrs3W9AKqzpCcBERTuRKXv8XzFj_mSbZbbt5IoUJpVb3J7rtGsI-5vjkaeHfucrWbLQySejZzuNbVLqaMG3qNiHnCPg5O54UtHdO7eCO6HNmLJE3dhGDKA/s320/wishlist+5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 145px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433081831603446754" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">a </span><a href="http://twelvesouth.com/products/bookbook/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">bookbook</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> macbook cover. Brilliant, no?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">via </span><a href="http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/2010/01/old-school-meets-new-school.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Oh Joy</span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVytDIw77fxyyK9D_Lq4fcLgEgKRCgyIOYbTR2DrEtgte8vD5kCX5WG-_fiJVQqRXzXLIBUfV2FDg5uPSPScJ3sXSZzswfjOvMSs1L0aQM40dSf1sYINVMFmtNqa4m5_DijXPz9sTT6I/s320/wishlist+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080700392433890" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">a bold, colorful light fixture in the kitchen. This is totally trendy right now, I know...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">but I think it's the type of trend that will be adored by the grandkids, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">perceived as emblematic of the times. And shouldn't we embrace those trends?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">via </span><a href="http://designismine.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-loft.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">design is mine</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">
<br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi550oKqw6gSUd10W3DnB2DGPLsK7uokr2Yj1P5QAtWCp70uiOHeRwENqYBuLdGmpkxJHvB6wbpRP1OVe9iC6MQrM-Bj20xLDSq0KnEseBnye8bXQ9_GwrhrHGTSjUcitSnxvP8jB7ScPU/s320/wishlist+2.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080697721665250" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">a cheap, lovely trip abroad,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">ala </span><a href="http://theenglishmuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-paris-apartment-details.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">English Muse</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">. Will definitely be taking her advice</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">and visiting <a href="http://www.vrbo.com/">VRBO</a> when the time is right.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">
<br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTQuNjDeniz05y6j81faZ9dhY8gWMvNWdkl0Q7dti__Un9Cx4npmqaltIEMb8igEiwB7huakTQzp8MeziuMbIqKL7Knku0owoR0XtzC746P1FdIeJ_7EcgevCMH2eXRFZZlRg7pxHIJ-A/s320/styleswoon1.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080692605688466" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPtq2oBwsA4H4675y19SF5Yrc0XZVa1pdEH0jngDgjN7zHKuwL61thNdgy1NGAdw8z7uCHZ1RVioKV07VQb33Zu81N-90Ajmc9Fmqu3LMN0mypwBi_T-9rQB-mtIHDiWXNTmW0s0fMjE/s320/styleswoon2.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080687801970482" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGBRnGlA4jr9yMgf1JSEe6-fA8RpCYO2lnq736TSNBggZ97ssJyEUuRl6a7ZPhb3ivBuVoioz4qUe3honrgN8t_Wgv3n0YbDfVM8ckcxe3NHvSocL_Ad53qGwKwkKyU_bikVTOTVtDt4/s320/styleswoon3.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080185526143554" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">a </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71112133@N00/sets/72157621698266326/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">chic home</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> that flawlessly balances the sheen and glamour</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">of the modern, the nostalgia and whimsy of the past, and the raw beauty of nature.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">via </span><a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2009/07/sneak-peek-samantha-reitmayer-from-swoon-style.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Design*Sponge</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">
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<br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvMdKQlRPS2RuTNxD3UuJ1uZG0R3ASobU8kVBQ8pSk4uEKwnDlMXStyVnH9PxnaOGv5btPQTZbNPfsxD2-djp2OvQ0Uloyi476fSLMDHlwET3MPoTZUFoDWGNRUA4X21Jl9iow9-0dD0/s320/wishlist+4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080181130746434" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">finally, the confidence and character displayed by </span><a href="http://www.simonhoegsberg.com/vejledning/index.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">this man</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">via </span><a href="http://www.charadestyle.com/2010/01/saturday-salute-300110.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Charade</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></div><meta charset="utf-8">Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714478955605701207.post-50148502021474919662010-01-27T19:23:00.005-05:002010-01-27T20:02:35.108-05:00Lines & Shapes<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I am longing for these beautifully bound </span><a href="http://www.linesandshapesconnectus.com/purchase.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">collections</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> of loosely themed works from various artists. Launched in February of 2008, there are 10 volumes so far, each more stunning and fascinating than the last. I love seeing the widely varied interpretations of such common words as 'Break', 'Pair', or 'Blur'. I can't imagine the endless inspiration and wonder they'd inspire up close.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0PyN9VwyagAOB56GYRUHLuP-zRpsajyRQfe3YY-Yc5hCpg5ezcwcZNfttph9yMl16w6-SD2EviE2ItFM88X5DsiHQEWSH2tFwpYSjrssvZ3sumAQqRrgF9EsPfg5vuTo_bczS9kYq68/s320/1.27.10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431588032631900770" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">a preview of '</span><a href="http://www.linesandshapesconnectus.com/book_volume6.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Blur</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">', my personal favorite</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Visit <a href="http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/2010/01/giveaway-lines-shapes-collection.html">Oh Joy!</a> to enter the drawing for the complete set! Or, better yet, don't, and cross your fingers for me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Dreamily yours,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Emily</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06679891863755903835noreply@blogger.com0