


I was posting over on the Lenka and the Fawn blog earlier this week when I discovered the photographic work of James Fitzgerald III. Simple loveliness!



I was posting over on the Lenka and the Fawn blog earlier this week when I discovered the photographic work of James Fitzgerald III. Simple loveliness!
There’s nothing like the piney, earthy scent of fir boughs inside this time of year, don’t you think?

Deconstructed Christmas tree via Free People

Handmade wooden spoon via Herriot Grace

The home of designer Maria Cornejo and photographer Mark Borthwick via Totokaelo

Wreath chandelier via Martha Stewart
How do you bring the outdoors inside at Christmas?
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For your merry perusal, here are some [Christmas-y] Monday’s Pretty Things from the 2012 archives:
You know how there are some brands you really love one year, but the following season you’re indifferent? TOAST is not one of those brands. With every single catalogue, the mood created by their photography and staging makes me fall in love with them all over again. This December release is just so rustic and lovely.








Can’t get enough of TOAST? That’s ok! You can keep on looking through the TOAST archives, or go directly to a particular season in the list below.
The November 2013 edition of the Autumn/Winter Toast UK catalogue (the House + Home and Women’s sections are all merged into one issue now) is stunning for its frozen lakes, tall pines, and slate mountains. These are all aspects of the natural world distinctly lacking in this corner of the world, and I especially miss them as Christmas approaches. Truthfully, I miss the way they look through windowpanes — with me remaining on the warm side — because I do so like to stay toasty.Β No pun intended.Β










Want more pretty pictures? You can keep on looking through the TOAST archives, or go directly to a particular season in the list below.
I hardly ever post mobile photographs here — I think low-res images are better suited to Instagram than blogs — but I couldn’t resist sharing this chalk art!
My mind can hardly wrap around such talent. Β It’s the transitory nature of this medium that is the most profound to me, I think. The image will only last a short time. The artists know this work is temporary, and yet create greatness anyway.





Spotted in Roxy Marj’s delightful Etsy shop. She says, “[This print] hangs in our office, and reminds me everyday to forget about myself and think of others…”
View it here.
This week marks the start of fall here in the Northern Hemisphere, and while Florida’s proximity to the Tropic of Cancer makes the change of seasons less pronounced, the weather is dipping ever so slightly in the autumnal direction. It’s a welcome, if nearly imperceptible change; merely a bit less of an “I’ve instantly been poached” sensation when one steps out of doors.
And while my presence has been scarce here on the blog, it’s been for the best reason possible — family is in town! My heart is beyond happy watching this little face chatter away with “gamma” and “gampa”.


This seasonal shift always makes me think of yellows and blues, despite these hues often being seen as spring colors. But why should they be confined to just one end of the year? Autumn is full of ever deepening blue skies and — in some parts of the world at least — rich golden leaves.
And so here, on a very non-Monday, is a tiny round-up of pretty things.

The Adventurer, a nautical/anchor mug via ModCloth

Plywood triangle banner via Against the Woodgrain on Scout Mob

Sandalwood & Musk soap from Mozi‘s Big Bear Collection

California letterpress print via 1canoe2 on Etsy

Enamelware plates from Best Made Co.

CC1 Square Blouse via Yarnmade Sweden‘s Cactico line
(Want to see even more pretty things?)


βIt is as hard to explain how this sunlit land was different from the old Narnia as it would be to tell you how the fruits of that country taste. Perhaps you will get some idea of it if you think like this. You may have been in a room in which there was a window that looked out on a lovely bay of the sea or a green valley that wound away among mountains. And in the wall of that room opposite to the window there may have been a looking-glass. And as you turned away from the window you suddenly caught sight of that sea or that valley, all over again, in the looking glass. And the sea in the mirror, or the valley in the mirror, were in one sense just the same as the real ones: yet at the same time they were somehow different – deeper, more wonderful, more like places in a story: in a story you have never heard but very much want to know. The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that. The new one was a deeper country: every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more.β -C.S. Lewis