Posted by Miriam | Filed under Musings
It happens so quickly. Usually at dusk. You realize the air has a particular light chill to it in the waning sunlight of a long afternoon. And just like that, summer is ending. Oh, it doesn’t mean there won’t still be a random selection of days thick with heat…but the evenings – the evenings now belong to fireflies, couples holding hands, little kids in oversized sweatshirts licking ice cream cones and beach stained teenagers trying to make the summer last.
(via Design Seeds)
I have never made it a secret that summer is my most favorite of all of the seasons. But to be specific, I have favorite parts of summer…my most favorite being the beginning of summer…followed very closely by the end of summer. Something about the joy of having enjoyed and hopefully relaxed oneself thoroughly throughout the summer combined with promise of bustling schedules and reacquainting with school friends and the excitement of the upcoming whirlwind that takes us all the way into the holidays. It’s a magical time.
So its time to pack up the blues and greens and whites and dole out the creams and raspberries and goldens.
(via A Punch of Color)
Which will lead us into the time for chunky sweaters crafted into all sorts of beautiful objects to make our homes more cozy.
(via Stephanie Lynn)
(via Martha Stewart)
Which will eventually direct us to the time for leaves and pumpkins and mums.
(via A Punch of Color)
Finishing us up with the time for warm throws and hot fires.
(via Strictly Simple Style)
Did you have a good summer?
Well, I blinked and now it is fall. Not just fall…but almost Halloween. The very beginning of a three month season of various festivals and rights-of-passage and holidays and celebrations. Surely, with a child in our home, one would think we would be gearing up to celebrate all of these things by decorating appropriately.
Except that…uh…I seem to have fallen down on the job. This pumpkin is the only decoration we have to even indicate that Halloween is around the corner.
In my defense, our son is only 15 months old and thinks we have purchased a very-heavy-for-its-size, orange, nubbly ball-on-a-stick. But still, there is so much great inspiration out there, and I live in NEW ENGLAND for Pete's sake…only the most fallish-festivalish place on the planet…you would think I could get my act in gear. Instead, I'm just going to live vicariously through these fun designs I have found of late.
During an annual trip to an Indiana orchard for apple and pumpkin picking, a barrel of gourds caught my eye. Nubbly, bumpy and rich with fall colors, they made me smile. Surely, such a gifted fruit–odd, right? I looked it up–has more to offer the world than being a future maraca. They do and they have.
In the spirit of the season of harvest, here's a "cornucopia" of design inspired by and made from the gourd.
Lamps sculpted from gourds deliver a soothing, warm glow.