Sunday, February 27, 2011

éveillé mon âme






French macarons, Katherine Hepburn Brownies, a new farmers market and a Mumford and Sons on an endless repeat made for a lovely weekend. I also got a complementary apple with my bag of apples at the farmers market, I think that will be a lifelong personal highlight.... The blistering cold continues into March, unfortunately. Winter is my favorite season; I love the snow and the stinging cold, but six months of it has gotten to be a bit much. That, and I am now looking forward to festival season, which, as everyone should expect, is coming up in the summer months. I've been on a bit of an English folk music binge this weekend (specifically Mumford and Sons, Laura Marling and Johnny Flynn), and every time I hear their music I am reminded of the sun, music, grass and sleepy haze that summer brings.
Anyways, until summer decides to come round I'll sit at home and drink tea.

Au Revoir

Friday, February 25, 2011

Winter Winds






This would be an accumulation of photos from the last bitterly cold month, most of which was spent indoors. It was rather uneventful - obviously, since it can be shown in it's entirety in five photos - I went to hot yoga and made addictive apple-walnut muffins. I found the most lovely consignment store, they have a designer section to die for; I bought a Moschino cheap and chic shirt, the polka dotted sweater pictured above, and saw a pink and blue completely-Alexa-Chung Escada dress, which I will need to be going back for soon. The shoes are my second-hand Prada heels, which are great to look at, but hell to walk in. They're super 90's grunge and obviously worn, but I haven't actually taken them out of the house very many times. But, I must say, they look absolutely perfect alongside the rest of my shoes in my closet.
I finished Lolita, which has now made my top 10 favorite books list, and, continuing on in Russian literature, I've started Anna Karenina - another which is bound to be a favorite. I think I'll make tea and read after finishing Easy A (for the umpteenth time) and cleaning up my disaster of a living room.



au revoir