ON SUNDAY we packed a wicker basket filled with baguettes, cheeses, jamón ibérico, pâté and something fizzy to drink and went to the gardens to lounge away a beautiful day in the sun. We found a perfect spot nestled amongst trees grouped in circular pattens, forming small open spaces in their midst that beckoned the laying down of a blanket and the kicking off of one's shoes to feel soft grass on bare feet. Since most of our picnics occur at the seaside, this one was a lovely change, the rustling of the leaves and the sound of cicadas intermingling in the late-afternoon air heavy with the scent of blossoms and dreams. It was a perfect way to spend a summer's day.
AND WHILE ON THE TOPIC of blossoms and the beautiful photographs of London’s Columbia Road Flower Market, here are a...
HAD FORGOTTEN to tell you about the shock of reading Grace’s announcement recently. It’s hard to believe that after nearly fifteen years, this year will be the last for Design*Sponge. Hers was the very first blog had ever read, way back in 2007, and it was the reason why I began TIG.
. . . literally running in heels today, an area in which am really quite gifted, but if things continue moving at this pace, shall perhaps need to consider flats, and ever since happening upon these gold & white tasseled oxfords, have been looking at flat footwear in an entirely new light, and even more so in shades of blush & champagne . . .
After growing up in Brooklyn, singer and producer Grace Ives bounced around East Coast colleges before landing at SUNY Purchase, where her Roland MC 505 groovebox distinguished her from the plethora of guitarists hoping to follow the path of alumna Mitski.