How about a pretty little textile roundup for your middle-of-the-week viewing pleasure?

via Lovely Morning

via Osnat Ganor

via VivaTerra

via DisDressed
How about a pretty little textile roundup for your middle-of-the-week viewing pleasure?

via Lovely Morning

via Osnat Ganor

via VivaTerra

via DisDressed
I’ve been making items for my Etsy shop which is set to open later this summer is open! You have it from a very good source…there will be are stripes. ;-) [Click photo to view a larger version.]
And did you hear? Oaxacaborn is now on Facebook! Head on over and give it a like, if you’re so inclined.
It’s easy to complain about the weather. Yes, even in Florida, I am ashamed to say that I complain.
It’s too hot.
It’s too humid.
Granted, the humidity is pretty suffocating (83% humidity at 9 am; forecasted high of 98° with heat index of 105°), but when you think about it? It’s actually kind of extremely ridiculous to complain. I mean, we’re living in a destination city. People pay money to come here. They pay money to experience what I take for granted.
So what would it look like if I stopped comparing Florida to California and started treating Florida as if I was on vacation here? Well, it would probably look a little bit like this:





Beautiful, isn’t it?
This weekend was Aveline’s first time swimming.It was so beautiful to watch as the uncertain look on her face faded away and was replaced with a contented smile.
As she happily splashed, I thought, Lord, let me jump in to Florida. Wash away my uncertainty and let me trust your arms to hold me up so I will not sink.

Daddy, thank you for putting up with my door slamming and back-talking.
Thank you for marching me through those terrifying bottom-less puddles when I was little.
Thank you for putting up with my stubbornness, my just plain bullheadedness, and all my space-cadet moments.
Thank you for putting worms on my fishing hook for me so I didn’t have to.
Thank you for not getting mad when I ran over (lots of) your tree(s) with the riding lawn mower.
Thank you for talking to me when I didn’t always want to listen.
Thank you for loving me unconditionally.
And most of all? Thank you for showing me who Jesus is.
I love you, Pops.
I’ve been drawn to this color lately. It keeps popping up all over the place, from a corugated iron church in the hills of Scotland to chevron-patterned textiles.

image via Canelle et Vanille

Zigzag Duvet Cover; image via Urban Outfitters

image via cBaase

image via maraid design

image via Köp Organics
I keep my spools of thread, buttons, and ribbons in a row of mason jars. I’ve always loved them, especially the older ones. [Click photo to view a larger version.]
And here’s a little peek into our home, also through the fish eye lens.

Oh, I love him. I love him to pieces.
“The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.”
-Pablo Neruda
[Click photo to view a larger version.]