I'm Feelin' Good

This is actually very cool. I command you to watch. Pretty please?

However, I have just developed a very serious problem, besides the Little Rabbit Ears disorder, which is already tough. It's called the Food Gawker addiction.

Food Gawker addict: One who "gawks" at the gorgeous photos of food posted, typically spending anywhere from 15-33 minutes looking at scrumptious meals, ending up with 20 bookmarks of recipes that you may or may not ever actually make.

These are all photos I found via Food Gawker but links to the recipes for convenience... :)

Lemon bars, happy simplicity.

I actually made this absolutely delectable creation a few weeks ago with some friends and, gotta say, it was a smashing success. Easy as pie to make. Or shall I say easy as pudding... you get my drift. 

Our attempt didn't exactly look as pristine but none of us cared as we happily munched away. 

Because of Food Gawker, I found another too good for words blog, My Little Celebration. She's quite the health conscious gal, but enjoys some indulgences erry now and then, like every real human being. She's also a self-described "breakfast girl", AS AM I! Fave meal of the day. Easily. 

And let me tell you, she knows breakfast... (these are her recipes below, too)

And since my weekend is looking relatively free, I am definitely making these mini flax frittatas (above). Hold me to it, I swear I will. 

Can we just indulge one more photo of some serious eye candy?

Temptation at its finest. 

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Fresh Sheets

You know what never fails to put me in a good mood?

FRIDAYS! Yippee!

And also a freshly made bed. Particularly when I'm about to fall asleep in it. And fully know that I can sleep in until my heart's content the next morning.

Although typically I don't fall asleep in such a dainty, low backed blouse with a wreath of flowers around my head. Maybe one day. But let's be real, a flannel pj set is much more comfortable.

However, no matter what you are wearing, each of these beds will accept you with open arms, and you can settle into a dreamy utopia underneath its crisp, inviting sheets...

If I were to live in this bedroom, my Sunday mornings would be perfection. 

"Hm, I should really get up..."

Rolls onto the bean bag.

"Good enough for me."

Really enjoying the yellow flowahz. Although with these eclectic pillows, and all their warm tones, any colour would be splendid.

Those windows are so generous with light, wow. I am in love with them. Although, gotta say, if you replaced the flowered wallpaper behind with distressed, white wood, I would die in the face of its beauty.

Fireplace within an arm's reach of the bed! Comfort level: infinity! I feel so at peace looking at this.

This bedroom is downright teasing me.

Sometimes though an unmade bed is just as tempting, probably because it reminds me of the glorious time when I was sound asleep under its warmth. Mmm...

And how beautifully serene is this little girl? Her hair is identical to my mermaid's. 

Has to be my absolute favourite of Sally Mann's photography. 

Goodnight lovelies.

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Words of Wisdom Wednesday

The gods grant nothing more than life,

So let us reject whatever lifts us

            To unbreathable heights,

            Eternal but flowerless.

All that we need to accept is science,

And as long as the blood in our veins still pulses

            And love does not shrivel,

            Let us go on

Like panes of glass: transparent to light,

Pattered by the sad rain trickling down,

            Warmed by the sun,

            And reflecting a little.

~Fernando Pessoa 

I have in me like a haze
Which holds and which is nothing
A nostalgia for nothing at all,
The desire for something vague.

I’m wrapped by it
As by a fog, and I see
The final star shining
Above the stub in my ashtray.

I smoked my life. How uncertain
All I saw or read! All
The world is a great open book
That smiles at me in an unknown tongue.

~Fernando Pessoa

“I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” 
― Maya Angelou

“He is thinking about asymmetry. This is a world, he is thinking, where you can lie in bed, listening to a song as you dream about someone you love, and your feelings and the music will resonate so powerfully and completely that it seems impossible that the beloved, whoever and wherever he or she might be, should not know, should not pick up this signal as it pulsates from your heart, as if you and the music and the love and the whole universe have merged into one force that can be channeled out into the darkness to bring them this message. But, in actuality, not only will he or she not know, there is nothing to stop that other person from lying on his or her bed at the exact moment listening to the exact same song and thinking about someone else entirely-from aiming those identical feelings in some completely opposite direction, at some totally other person, who may in turn be lying in the dark thinking of another person still, a fourth, who is thinking of a fifth, and so on, and so on, so that rather than a universe of neatly reciprocating pairs, love and love-returned fluttering through space nicely and symmetrically like so many pairs of butterfly wings, instead we get chains of yearning, which sprawl and meander and culminate in an infinite number of dead ends.” 
― Paul Murray

“We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.” 
― Louise Erdrich, The Bingo Palace

“Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.” 
― Louise Erdrich, Tales of Burning Love

“Other freshmen were already moving into their dormitory rooms when we arrived, with their parents helping haul. I saw boxes of paperbacks, stereo equipment, Dylan albums and varnished acoustic guitars, home-knitted afghans, none as brilliant as mine, Janis posters, Bowie posters, Day-Glo bedsheets, hacky sacks, stuffed bears. But as we carried my trunk up two flights of stairs terror invaded me. Although I was studying French because I dreamed of going to Paris, I actually dreaded leaving home, and in the end my parents did not want me to leave, either. But this is how children are sacrificed into their futures: I had to go, and here I was. We walked back down the stairs. I was too numb to cry, but I watched my mother and father as they stood beside the car and waved. That moment is a still image; I can call it up as if it were a photograph. My father, so thin and athletic, looked almost frail with shock, while my mother, whose beauty was still remarkable, and who was known on the reservation for her silence and reserve, had left off her characteristic gravity. Her face and my father's were naked with love. It wasn't something thatwe talked about—love. But they allowed me this one clear look at it. It blazed from them. And then they left.” 
― Louise Erdrich

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En"deer"ing Prints

Oh, ho, ho, aren't I punny? 

These are some wonderfully whimsical prints by Laura Makabresku. You know, sometimes I find people who I really, really would love to just take a quick snapshot of their mind's imagination and workings. Lately: Laura Makabresku, and my chemistry professor. 

"deer, clock with coffee in it, and rented Andersen"

"swans"

"FAIRY TALE ABOUT A GIRL WHO FOUND DEAD ANIMAL IN THE FOREST AND SHARED IT HER WARMTH"

"little deer"

"Birds"

Intriguing titles, eh? Serene quality to each of the prints, but also slightly eery. I dig it.

Check out more of her work below!

Have a happy, happy Monday, folks!

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Fairy Swag

Necessary repost. It's gorgeous.

Got a little carried away looking up fairy-esque things. But what can I say, the fairies got some serious swag! Always pulling off that bohemian look, able to twist their hair into the most beautiful braids that it could be considered art, and, obviously, the winning factor, them bitchez can fly. 

Oh! And! Stumbled across some illustrations from my very favourite children's book from when I was a wee little thing. No wonder I love fairies, they were everywhere when I was growing up. (Fairly sure my mum thought she had four fairies for kids and not humans anyway. It would explain a lot.)

Here's the tidbits from Fairy Wings.

All about a little fairy born without wings...

GAH! Too beautiful. 

Pretty sure this is exactly what she would look like if she were to grow up to be a human.

GOTCHA with that one, didn't I? Yeah, always had a thing for this guy. Even with sarcasm I can't bring myself to fully say that. Holy shiza, he's gross. 

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