I’ve been following Florida based designer Andrew Howard on instagram- his spaces are bright, classic and fairly traditional, all without being stuffy. I could move right into this living room.
Thinking about replacements for our aging front door while managing a serious crush on Dutch doors. Great fit for our nearly mosquito-free climate but as we’d have to frost the glass and it’s considerably more expensive than regular (and ugly) vinyl, maybe not an option. So charming.
Coveting a chunky, resin, Pono by Joan Goodman necklace in watery blue or green.
A sacred choral piece written in the style of a tango? Sounds like a bad idea. But Cantus makes it work, beautifully.
Ēriks Ešenvalds’ setting of Sara Teasdale’s nostalgic poem, “Only In Sleep” was recently recorded by the Choir of Trinity College Cambridge under the direction of Stephen Layton. The result is simply stunning.
Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
Only in sleep Time is forgotten—
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the dollhouse stood at the turn of the stair.
The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild—
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)