Things I ♥ THURSDAY

March 18, 2010

Story of Sleep editorial featured in Issue #10 of Little Thing.

The Package Project is a sweet attempt to connect bloggers around the world. If you’re up for swapping pretty packages & handmade delights sign up NOW!

Nora Does everything from designer toys and collectables, plus a lovely range of prints and work by independent artists.

This video to Kris Allen’s Live Like We’re Dying is somehow moving…

Sophie Splatt, the craftster behind the Melbourne-based label is a vintage fabric collector and is particulary inspired by design from the 1950s, 60s and 70s. Her products are available on Georgie LOVE.

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Things I ♥ THURSDAY

March 11, 2010

GINGER LILLY Tea’s photographs make me want to ride “my horse to banbury cross.”

Detachable collars. I really love how versatile they are – you can update your favourite dress & there’s no sewing required! Check the lovely LOLA COLLAR made by Loulou Love You. Pair them with dresses, sweaters and plain tees…

Hayley McNugh is a crafter, sewer, knitter & lover of all things fabric. Her stuff is to be found here: Twoboosstuff.

You Mean NOTHING To Me Anymore by Anna Ternheim.

Gracia & Louise “explore, through inventive narrative, a heady combination of new and existing worlds; worlds where wild thoughts take physical form and imagination is given free rein.” Et voila – these lovely artists’ books, prints, zines, postcard collages & other small projects are the result.

Things I ♥ THURSDAY

March 4, 2010

A 1.00000 different stories & other photographic stories by Chrissie White.

These truly unique magical things to have by Jesophi. Everything is handmade using new & vintage materials – jewelry of the sweetest kind.

The Don’t Sweat Shop guys & their initiative to raise awareness about social, environmental and ethical issues of everyday consumerism.

Nothing beat’s Bob Dylan’s The Times They Are A Changing.

Crafty corner: Online seamstressing & DIY sewing lessons a la Burda Style.

Things I ♥ THURSDAY

February 25, 2010

A photographic journey with ELENA Marshall.

If you agree that the name alone is damn pretty, check DayGlow VINTAGE for more prettyness.

Why use post-it notes when you can have some Cardboard LOVE???

Some good ol’ stuff like Sheryl Crow’s Hard To Make A Stand.

Hello Sleepy, if you happen to have a wondering mind at night, watch those Cute Things Falling Asleep.

OF MEMORIES & fuel

February 21, 2010


‘You know what I think? … That people’s MEMORIES maybe are the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn’t matter as far as the maintenance of LIFE is concerned. They’re all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of 10,000 yen bills: when you feed them to the fire, they are all just paper. The fire isn’t thinking, ‘Oh, this is Kant’ or ‘Oh, this is the YOMIURI evening edition,’ or ‘Nice tits,’ while it burns. To the fire, they are NOTHING but scraps of paper. It’s the exact same thing. Important memories, not so important memories, totally useless memories: there’s no distinction – they are all just FUEL.’ (HaRuki MuraKami)

Things I ♥ THURSDAY

February 18, 2010

3 wOrds=1 nAme: Indgila Samad Ali.

Paper plaNes, orimaTo doLLs & UpOn a fOld is a unique collection of paper artistry from around theGLOBE. Enyoy, give, read & write this MAGICAL journey into the world of paper.

Family aFFairs can be quite fabulOus & artsy. In acse of doubt, check Toujours TOI.

Till we RUN out of ROAD by jeWel.

Just lOOOving these paisley / 60s & 70s mod / Japanese inspired / b&W or fab floral printed purses by FUGU Fashion.

V-Day Contemplations, Part I

Someone once said that 2 halves make a WHOLE. But who says that one half isn’t whole enough? Why wait for 2 comparable halves if you can have it all in 1 single PIECE?

And then there are those who say it takes two to TANGO, and you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few EGGS – but the truth is: you can! What’s wrong about dancing the night away with no one but yourself for COMPANY? And what about an omelette consisting of just one egg for one SINGLE serve?

For some, coming home to the cat is more than enough. For others, a hairy other is just a mere substitute, a very weak serve of tea and little sympathy for the real thing yet to come. But no matter what LIFE is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with – not just on Valentine’s Day.

V-Day Contemplations, Part II

New Year’s Eve and Valentine’s day have a lot more in common than anyone might think. Both events come with a competitive component – say New Year’s Eve [NYE] is the grand final of the year, then Valentine’s day [V-Day] is the annual state championships for romance (or the ultimate challenge to survive the lack of it).

Apart from that both are nothing but an expectation fuelled BEAST, feared by loads of people again & again on an annual basis. While many approach NYE with anything but social pressure & high hopes for the year to come, V-Day comes with a hell lot of attention & puts pressure on the heart as everyone is desperate to be shot with cupid’s arrow.
All in all, both events are just another superfluous American tradition, coming close to Halloween horror and 4th of July hoorays, where everyone goes crazy over yet another celebration of our commercial culture.

No matter what, one thing is certain: there is no escape from NYE & V-Day. Like NYE, the best survival strategy for V-Day is to accept that things are probably going to be disappointing or that life at least will be the same again, once the race is over. There will be no big bang and a happy-ever-after, nor will there be a Prince Charming turning up on your front porch. Crackers and roses alone won’t cure it all…

Things I ♥ THURSDAY

February 11, 2010

A touch of Leigh’s PHOTOwonderLAND.

Welcome to Ruby & the DODO, a site for all those gorgeous peeps who are looking for something TERRIBLY fabulous for the little individual in their lives.

What beTTer way to start a (MON)day off with a sneak-pEEk at David’s site 27b/6 full of hilarious, random letters to all those annoying people in his life.

HAPPY-preppy sounds like NEW SHOES by Paolo Nutini (what a name!).

Living prOOf that Claire’s IncoRRuptible – this lady only sells ONE-OFF gems & styling and eXclusive drapery.

There are but a handful of moments in our lifetime that truly stay with you for the rest of your life. Amongst mine are those that relate to my grandparents, all bittersweet memories filled with glee, comfort and some ‘pleasant’ pot belly ache over my Opa’s stories and my Oma Christel’s ‘magic’ Christmas cake.

When I was little and both my dear grandparents still alive, we would spend every Christmas day down at their place. My favourite thing to do there was to crawl underneath the side-table in the living room, becoming completely invisible under the crochet lace tablecloth, neatly tucked away from the adult world. In my secret little hidey hole I’d do furtive kiddie things like playing detective and eaves dropping on the enemy’s adult conversation, singing self-composed little songs and for most of all, listen to the stories my Opa would tell about those days when he and my Oma were both young and bold and beautiful.

Every Christmas my grandpa would pull out this old story on how he and my Oma met during the war in December 1942 – she a young pretty nurse at medical school, he a proud assistant doctor that would become ‘weak at his knees’ by the mere sight of her. According to my Opa (this part of the story he would tell me in a whisper), he did not so much fell in love with my Oma’s blonde locks and good looks but more with her ‘magic’ Christmas cake, filled with ’the taste of love’ that led to the romance unfold and eventually develop into something more.

Maybe it was because this story somehow depicts one crucial chapter in my family’s history or really because of the magic and ’the taste of love’ in my Oma’s cake but I remember the incredible amount of love and safeness I felt each time upon hearing my grandparents’ tale (and still feel every time I think back to those days). And my little pot belly would comfortably ache in agreement, the result of eating too much of the warm cake’s custard filling too fast.

After my Oma passed away, her recipe book became a way for me to remember her, to keep her in my life. All in all my Oma was a damn fine lady. She was soft-spoken and sweet. And she loved to share good, home-made food. She came of her cooking age in an era where food was scarce yet said to be ‘the heart of everything,’ a mantra she would pass on throughout her recipes, all living proof of her love for cooking, baking and creating, and above all, the people she catered and cared for.

And just as I could never have imagined my life without having to get to know both my grandparents, I can no longer imagine my life without making that ‘magic’ cake each Christmas, recalling the story of how my Opa and Oma fell in love and remembering how their presence shaped me to become the person I am today. No, Christmas wouldn’t taste the same without that ‘magic’ cake and the memories of love attached to each slice.

LeaVing TIME aGain…

February 7, 2010

I talked to Lou, he quit back in ’92.
Says he misses it bad, those were the BEST TIME he ever had.
He said ‘Give it hell to the end ’cause once you quit you can’t get it back again,”

We’re leaving, LEAVING again
Can’t recall where are we’ve been.
I guess we’ll just go
Go till we’re too old
Or we run out of ROAD. (jeWel)