postcards from london
found on the way to somewhere else established 1808 (before NZ was ‘discovered’) 29 fitzroy square. virginia woolf lived here coffee break, lantana cafe grandma/wolf jack-in-the-box at pollocks toy museum random doorway, wells street space invader strikes again Share → Tweet
the perfect protest
perfection doesn’t leave any room for growth. iPhone + IncrediBooth {click on image for larger view} * the mistake was unintentional, and is totally welcome! celebrating Brene Brown’s new book, check out other people’s thoughts about perfection and add one yourself if you are so inclined! Share → Tweet
seduction
seduction seduction comes in the form of a 30% off special. it’s a cool, clear-glassed distraction from the voices in my head. i breathe cold danger in with each sip of lightly scented fruit notes. talk to me now and find me baby-juniper-foliage-prickly; my inner wildness, perpetual-motion-spinning like a top © 2010 leonie wise Share → Tweet
moustache monday
playshapes. for creative play. by miller goodman Share → Tweet
simple sunday afternoon tea
Nana Aurelio’s Welsh Cakes (with slight alterations by me) Difficulty: easy Prep time: 5-10 minutes Cooking time: 5-10 minutes Yield: approximately 20 Ingredients 1 lb self-raising flour 1/2 lb butter, softened 3/4 tea cup caster sugar 1 cup currants or sultanas 2 medium eggs, beaten 1 tsp vanilla Directions First rub the butter into the flour as if you were making pastry. Add the sugar and fruit, then bind the mixture together with the eggs & vanilla. Roll out like pastry and cut into discs with a round cookie cutter... Read The Rest →
the possibility of going bat-shit crazy
188/365, by Noukka Signe on flickr it’s taken me a really long time to learn how to be alone. i don’t mean the kind of alone that happens only when everyone else i live with leaves the house and i have time to watch a movie, fold laundry or surf the internet in peace. i mean the kind of alone where i remove myself from my space… a retreat if you will. to somewhere unfamiliar, without all the trimmings – no tv (not that we have one anyway), no magazines,... Read The Rest →
poetry and letting go
today, my beautiful friend lisa and i share a collaboration over in bindu wile’s part of the internet world go check it out… special thanks also to michelle, lisa’s model, for reading my poem and responding to it in such a beautiful way all photos © lisa field-elliot. all rights reserved Share → Tweet
knowing i was there
. But not every treasure will be heralded with signposts. Sometimes all you need is knowing you were there. - Maya Stein, from roadside attraction, a 10-line tuesday poem. Find out more about Maya’s road trip here: tour de word Share → Tweet
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I’m lying in the shepherds hut on a wooden bed under a boarded roof like a pine tent, between walls panelled with pine, tongue and grooved. There’s a simple chair and table where I often work, oil lamps and candles, sun-faded curtains and a wooden bed with space underneath where sheepdogs and lambs would have curled up, gently warming the slumbering shepherd above. - Roger Deakin, Wildwood – A Journey Through Trees shepherds hut, mandinam. iPhone, & AutoStitch Share → Tweet
moustache monday
moustachioed cupcakes, by msconnections on flickr {thanks to bella | @bellacirovic for this one!} Share → Tweet